CHAPTER EIGHT
Darby
Jared kissed me with an intensity I had never experienced before. It's not like I hadn't kissed quite a few guys by then. But this kiss was so raw, so untamed, that it sparked me in a way a kiss didn't usually do.
As his arms held me against that firm, muscled chest, I felt myself melting. When he looked into my eyes, all hesitant and shy and not knowing how to ask what he thought, I melted more.
My answer seemed to take the wind out of him. He stared.
“You mean it?”
“Of course I do.”
I couldn't quite believe it myself. I was usually really proper. I don't usually do things like this. I am strait-laced and careful and sensible. But tonight was new. Tonight, the magic of this wild place had gotten into my soul and I was feeling wild.
He smiled at me hesitantly. “I wish my place was nicer,” he admitted shyly.
I smiled at him. “I'm sure it'll do.”
He blushed. His throat worked. He looked, if anything, quite scared. I stroked his hair. It was weird but it felt as if I was the teacher in this, even though he had lived a life so much more rough and wild than I had.
“I...” he cleared his throat. “I wish I had a better car.”
I laughed. We had reached the car-park by the restaurant and were standing by the pickup.
“It's fine, Jared. Really, it is.”
“It's not far from where I live, actually,” he said. “We could walk?”
“How far?”
“Two miles?”
I smiled at him. “I can risk the car?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
He unlocked the door and I slid in and then he was sitting behind the wheel. His face was bright red as he turned the key in the ignition and did some work with the pedals to get it to start. Then we were off.
I felt my body heating up as I studied him. Those big shoulders, that strong jaw!
“Uh… here we are.”
“Oh.” I was barely looking at where we were – my whole body was on fire, shivering, as we got out of the car and we kissed again. I pressed myself against him and those strong arms wrapped me close.
His kiss was passionate this time, his tongue thrusting between my lips with a searing intensity that made me shudder more. I was pressed hard to his lean, muscled chest, enfolded by those big, strong arms. I felt safe.
We went upstairs in the darkness, and I felt my heart thumping with sweet excitement.
“Here we are,” he said. He unlocked the door and let me in. He was hovering at the doorway shyly. I looked around. It was ordinary. The place hadn't really been upgraded since the late nineties, but other than that, there was nothing wrong with it. It was scrupulously neat. I noticed that first.
“Welcome,” he said gently.
Then he was on me. I felt the breath practically driven out of me as he crushed me against him, thrusting that lean, hard body against me. I was bruised by his kisses as they pressed against my lips. He pushed me against the door of the bedroom and I was surprised that I wasn't scared or threatened by his sheer powerful physicality. I liked it. I trusted him, though I couldn't have said exactly why.
He led me to the bed and then we fell onto it. Like the front room, this room was also neat and almost monastic – there was a bed, a wardrobe and a little table. That was it. The bed was neat and clean and smelled fresh-washed.
He pushed me down against it and his tongue thrust into my mouth. His body was pulsing against mine and I had a hard time restraining myself from starting to undress him. I sensed he would want to be the one to make the first move. His hands moved down my body and to my shirt.
As he started unbuttoning me, I felt a sweet throbbing excitement. The passion in his kisses and the way he was looking at me was easily the most thrilling thing ever. I felt wanted in a way I never had before.
He finished with the buttons and then tore off my underwear, bending down to take my breasts into his mouth. He kissed the nipples, then sucked them. My body was pulsing as his tongue worked expertly on them. I felt myself melting.
His hands were everywhere. With surprising ease they undid the fastening of my pants and drew them down. I shivered as the cool air caressed my legs. Then he was stripping my undies in a single stroke.
I lay on the bed before him. When he sat back and looked down at me, I was surprised. I hadn't expected him to take any time before devouring me.
“You're... stunning.”
I smiled. His gaze wandered over me and I felt amazing. His longing was written on his face and it was like an intoxicating draft. I wanted him so much.
I felt his hand slowly slide down my belly and stop. I let my thighs move gently apart and when he moved his hand lower I gasped. He stroked down and touched me there, letting his fingers slide into my warmth. I gasped.
He pushed them into me gently and I felt my body explode with longing. As he touched me I had to grit my teeth to stop myself climaxing.
He looked down at me a little dazedly. I nodded.
Then he was undressing. He took off his shirt and then pants with surprising alacrity. He knelt down and gently guided himself into me.
I almost screamed as that full, throbbing cock thrust into me. I widened my stance and changed the angling of my hips, awed by how good this felt. I had never felt such a satisfying thrust before. And then there was another. And another.
I was floating on an ocean of longing, my eyes closed, the thrust of my hips meeting his as he pushed right inside me and then almost withdrew.
***
I couldn't believe just how beautiful she was.
I had been imagining what she looked like under those clothes, I admitted to myself, since shortly after first seeing her. Now I knew.
My imagination was flawed.
There was no way I could have imagined this good.
Her breasts were big and full, with big, pink nipples that ached for touching. Her belly was pale and led down to the sweet parting of her thighs. Her thighs were generous, womanly. She was a real woman, with soft, scented skin and a body that begged to be touched.
It felt weird, to look down at her lying naked on my bed. I wanted her so badly, but at the same time I felt almost shy. I felt as if she was too beautiful, too much. As if she'd somehow appeared there by mistake and someone would call it all off at the last moment. Remind me that she couldn't possibly be there, that such amazing things didn't have any place in my hard, painful life.
I couldn't quite believe it when she nodded to me. And when I knelt between her thighs I had a hard time controlling my shaking. I thrust into her.
I had never felt anything so good in my life. Wet and clinging, she enfolded me.
I pushed in and pulled out, loving the sounds of pleasure she made. We were moving in harmony and I was almost blind with the intensity of what I was feeling. I felt at once the sweet ache that built inside me and a strange, loved sensation. Like I was coming home.
I pushed and thrust and moved and we were moving together in a way I had never imagined before.
Her cry was like my own – untamed and uncontrolled – and we both collapsed together.
I lay on top of her, surrounded by her scent. I couldn't really feel anything because my head was floating in a cloud of bliss.
Later, when I rolled off her and she nestled closer to me I thought I might actually die of sensory overload. She was soft, and warm, and just having her there made me feel wanted and safe and loved. Things I'd never felt before.
I kissed the side of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew was her snuggling closer and the light of the window falling onto my lids and telling me it was morning.