Unbound (16 page)

When he turns around, there’s an expression on his face that I’ve never seen before. It takes my breath away. He wants me; I can tell he does, even though I have no experience in these things. But for some reason he’s fighting it.

“I never mix business and pleasure, Grace,” he explains, but his eyes are fixed on mine in a searing gaze.

“Oh yes, you do,” I contradict him, taking a step closer. His gaze turns darker, and more dangerous, and I don’t know where I get the courage to go on tantalizing him.

But I can’t help it. I look at him almost pleadingly and whisper, “I want you too.”

A moment later, I’m leaning against the fridge again and he’s kissing me so violently that I’m completely overpowered. Just like in the elevator, he’s conquered me, I can’t defend myself against him—but I don’t want to either. I feel elated and I happily surrender to his exploring tongue, which challenges, teases, and beckons me, until I throw my arms around his neck and decide to give what I get, to show him that I’m every bit as passionate as he is.

He moans deeply and throatily when I return his kiss and his hands stray upwards beneath my shirt, touching my ass. I feel him lift me up and carry me. A moment later, I’m sitting on the cold marble of the countertop.

Jonathan takes my arms from around his neck, grabs onto the collar of the pyjama top I’m wearing and tears it apart, making the buttons fly off in all directions. I brace myself against the counter with my hands for support. I feel a cold gust of air on my naked breasts and I catch my breath when he takes hold of them and weighs them in his hands.

“So lovely, and heavy, and firm,” I hear him murmur. He strokes the erect tips with his thumb, stimulating them until I gasp for pleasure. Then he bends forward without warning and lowers his mouth to one of my nipples. His warm lips close around it and he sucks it hard. The feeling is so intense that I cry out and arch my back.

It’s almost too much—the cold marble under me, which I’m holding onto almost in desperation, while his hot lips enclose my nipple and he caresses it with his teeth. Every touch shoots straight down to my lower body and I can feel moist heat collecting between my legs, can feel the throbbing ache getting stronger. Then Jonathan lifts his head and looks at me with a stormy look in his eyes, before kissing me some more. His right hand travels along the inside of my thigh and I instinctively slide further toward the edge of the counter, trying to get closer to him. I’m not myself anymore; I’m losing myself in these new feelings of lust, which are making me completely weak.

When he reaches my panties, he strokes the damp material briefly with his fingertips, only to push it aside a moment later. His fingers touch my lips and delve briefly into the wetness between them. It’s the first time a man has touched me down there and the sensation is so new and exciting that I gasp loudly again.

“How many men have you seduced with your sweet innocent ways, Grace?” he asks hoarsely, biting me gently on the neck and then more firmly on my earlobe. His tongue runs over the edge of my ear, making a shiver run down my spine.

My head falls back and I’m breathing hard, waiting for him to slip his finger further inside me. He does, then immediately adds a second finger, and I give such a violent jerk forward that I have to claw at the edge of the counter in order to keep hold of it. I look down at myself, and the sight of my shirt hanging open, my naked breasts with their erect nipples, and his dark male hand between my white legs, is incredibly arousing.

“None at all,” I breathe and move around on his fingers, enjoying the caresses of his thumb, which is rubbing against my most sensitive spot. “You’re …the first.”

Jonathan, who was also looking down, freezes. He yanks his head away. Our eyes meet and for a moment he stares at me. There is a possessive spark in his eyes.

“You’re still a virgin?” he says, more to himself than to me.

I’d been concentrating so hard on the feeling of his fingers inside me that I draw in a sudden gulp of air in surprise when he suddenly withdraws them. He pulls me off the counter and flips me over, pressing my upper body forward. My naked breasts are touching the marble and the cold takes my breath away for a moment. I can feel his finger hook into my panties and pull them down, slipping them over my feet. He’s standing behind me, bending over me, and his hot skin is scorching my back, increasing the contrast with the cold of the marble. My breathing is shallow. All my senses are heightened and the ache between my legs is getting stronger. I’ve never been as turned on as this in my whole life. “You really want it, don’t you?” he says roughly, pushing my pajama top up and shoving his groin against my naked butt. I can feel his erection, thick and long, through the thin material of his pants. And then there’s suddenly no fabric there, just hot, silky hardness rubbing against me. “Want me to fuck you and show you what pleasure means?”

He pulls me back a little, making my hard nipples rub against the cold marble, and I groan. More wetness shoots down between my legs when I feel his breath on my neck and then his lips at my ear. “Say it, Grace. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I can only stammer, overcome by a mixture of hot desire and fear of what I’ve gotten myself into. My legs are shaking. If I had ever pictured what my first time would be like, it definitely would not have been like this. But there’s no going back now. If he stops, I’ll drop dead on the spot.

He places his hands on mine, which are stretched out on the counter, and holds one of them in place. He pulls the other one back and puts it on his penis, pressing his own hand against it, so that I can’t pull it away. For a moment, it takes my breath away, it’s so thick and hard, and the thought that he’s going to use it to enter me is a little frightening. But he doesn’t give me time to think about it, but just guides my hand further along and together we push his shaft down till it slides between my legs. Then he pulls my hand forward again, leaning over me. “But it’s only going to be sex, Grace, nothing more.” His voice sounds deep and calm in my ear. “We’re going to play this by my rules.” He makes a small movement and the whole length of his penis presses against me, lying hard and hot in my slit. I feel my moistness spreading over him and give a sob. I want more, but I don’t know exactly what, I want to move, but I can’t because he’s holding me still. “Understand?”

I wet my lips. “Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” Jonathan straightens up, pulls me back a little, and holds my upper body down more with his hands, while forcing my legs apart. That changes the angle and now I can no longer feel the full length but just the thick tip of his shaft, dividing my lips and gradually entering me. It’s going in very easily, because I’m so wet, and only a tiny bit—but it’s enough to make me gasp for breath, because he’s so big.

Jonathan groans. “Do you know how much it turns me on, knowing that I’m the first one to have you, Grace?”

I shudder as he pushes himself further into me and I feel myself stretching. It won’t fit, I think. But I keep still because it’s such an incredible feeling, strange, and new, and exciting.

And Jonathan makes it feel more intense. With small movements, he pushes himself into me and pulls himself out again, sometimes withdrawing completely and starting afresh, gradually working himself further and further in until I almost can’t bear it anymore. My cheek is lying against the cold counter and my eyes are closed. My breathing is shallow and halting, I’m trapped between the cool marble slab beneath me and Jonathan’s warm hands on me, holding me still while his penis invades me. I move instinctively, rising to meet him, and my breath speeds up and turns into trembling gasps, as I can hardly bear the tension rising inside me any longer.

“Jonathan,” I groan and it’s a request, almost a plea, although I don’t really know what I actually want from him.

Jonathan stops suddenly. He’s breathing hard too, now. Then he releases his hands from my back, takes hold of my hips and with one powerful thrust penetrates me completely. The pain that shoots through me is so powerful and unexpected that I cry out and tears rush to my eyes. I feel as though it’s going to tear me in two, he fills me up so completely.

“Shhhh, it’ll be over soon,” he whispers in my ear. And he’s right; the pain subsides almost immediately. But the feeling that he is too big for me, too much for me, remains.

“No.” I instinctively defend myself and start moving, wriggling beneath him.

He picks up on my movements and begins his thrusting again and suddenly I feel more wetness streaming between my legs and my inner muscles yielding to the invader, who was so unbearable just a moment ago. A shiver runs down my spine and the unpleasant feeling gives way to one, which makes me utterly weak.

“You’re so tight and hot,” Jonathan says. “Is this how you imagined it, Grace? Did you think this is what it would be like to have my cock inside you, fucking you senseless?”

His hard words shock and arouse me at the same time and before I can stop myself, a loud, hungry groan bursts from my throat and I surrender completely and let him take the lead again, letting him thrust into me steadily and hard.

“Yes,” he growls, sounding triumphant. “You like it.”

His hands are now at the sides of my butt, pulling me against him in a slow rhythm.

With each thrust, I feel him inside me unbelievably deep and groan loudly each time he penetrates me completely, enjoying the waves of pleasure which it sets off in me, which are getting stronger and stronger.

Until he suddenly stops. “Are you on the pill?”

I’m really out of it, so it takes a while for his question to sink in through the fog of pleasure, which is making my brain so sluggish.

“No.” I turn toward him almost despairingly and shake my head. Of course I’m not on the pill. I wasn’t planning this after all. Not here. Not with him.

He’s looking at me with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, but it’s not directed at me. He’s clearly mad at himself.

He still has his hands on my butt, but he’s not moving and his expression has turned grim. All his muscles are tense. The sight is so arousing that my breath falters. And I’ve suddenly forgotten what the problem was. “Go on.” My voice is hoarse and pleading, not like my normal voice. I press up against him instinctively. “Please. Don’t stop.”

He laughs but he still sounds grim. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop. But I can’t come inside you, without a condom. And they’re upstairs.” He breathes out and it sounds like a sigh.

“Please,” I repeat again, trembling. “It’s so …” I hesitate, as I can’t seem to find the words to describe what he’s doing to me. “So …”

He wraps his arms around me and pulls my upper body up, holding me up, till I’m upright and leaning against his chest. He’s still inside me, brushing at my erect nipples with his fingers. “How is it, Grace? Tell me.”

“Totally different,” I force out.

He moves inside me again and I feel as though the slight thrust is spreading out inside me in waves. Everything in me seems sensitive, aroused, close to exploding.

“Different than you thought?”

I bite my lower lip and nod, breathing heavily because he’s taken my nipples between his fingers and is rolling them around. It’s a sweet kind of pain, unbearably lovely. I want him to stop and I want him to go on. And I so want to touch him too, so my hands grope around behind me.

He wraps his left arm around me, and walks slowly backward to the stone table, and sits on the edge, still deep inside me.

His right hand slides between my legs and begins to stimulate my sensitive place there, while his lips touch my neck. I let my body fall against his shoulders as as he runs his warm, moist tongue over my skin, a shudder runs through my body.

“Is it better than you thought?”

“Yes,” I groan, closing my eyes. I can’t keep still, I move around on top of him. Nothing, not even my wildest fantasies, could have prepared me for this. “Don’t stop.” It’s my biggest worry.

He laughs, amused and unbelievably sexy, and I can feel the vibrations of his rib cage against my back. They spread to my lower body and I feel them deep inside me.

“I can’t come inside you, Grace, but you’re going to come for me,” he says, and goes on making little circles around my little pearl, my pleasure center. I gasp for breath, helplessly, and arch my back, because I can hardly bear it any longer.

Everything in me is tense, contracting.

It’s too much, too intense. I toss my head back and forth wildly, trying to escape the wave coming toward me. But I can’t because he’s holding me tight.

“I … can’t …”

“Yes, you can,” he says in my ear, while his fingers go on rubbing me relentlessly. “Come for me, Grace.”

His words break down the last of my inhibitions and I scream as the wave breaks over me and pulls me under with it.

My inner muscles cramp up again and again around the unfamiliar invader inside me, as if they wanted to hold him tight, the invader who reaches so deep inside me and gives me such unbelievable pleasure. I twitch uncontrollably, and groan, pant, and whimper, as the orgasm reaches every corner of my body. It takes a long time for my body to calm again.

Jonathan holds me tightly the whole time, waiting, till I finally lean back against him, breathing hard and still shivering.

Only then does he slip out of me and let me slide slowly off his lap.

My knees are so weak they can’t support me when I stand up again. But they don’t have to, because he picks me up in his arms almost immediately and leaves the kitchen.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, confused, but he doesn’t answer. My weight doesn’t seem to bother him at all because he’s not even out of breath when he reaches the top floor and heads decisively for the room where I spent the night. He lays me on the bed and turns around again almost immediately, heading for the bathroom.

The torn pajama top, which I’m still wearing, falls off when I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view of what he’s doing. I can hear rushing water and a cupboard door opening. Then Jonathan comes back into the room. I suddenly realize that he’s not wearing the pyjama pants anymore and I bite my lips when I catch sight of his penis, sticking out from his body and wagging slightly, as Jonathan comes toward me. It’s covered in thick veins and its turgid head is bluish-red and gleaming. Not that I have any means of comparison, but it looks impressive. If I had seen it a few minutes ago, it would probably have scared me. But now I know what it feels like when he’s inside me, and I can feel my lower body contracting expectantly. Then I look up at Jonathan’s face and wet my lips, which have suddenly gone dry.