Chapter Five

David heard the unexpected, hesitant question and lust hit his groin in a punch so hard he had to drag in a breath. She wanted to try him out? "Yeah." It was all he could get out. He steeled himself to stay still and let her kiss him. Blood pumped through him.

Slowly, carefully, Jenna lifted herself and moved beside him, moving to her knees and leaning into his side. He wrapped a steely arm around her waist to help balance her. Immediately, she was swamped with hot, fierce, sexual desire. The feel of his muscular arm wrapped around her was exquisite. She sucked in a breath, caught her bottom lip between her teeth and studied his mouth, wondering how she should start, trying to calm the heart that was trying to beat out of her chest. His fingers bit into her side, rubbing the indentation of her waist, and then moving to her butt and squeezing. Her breathing went haywire and she hadn't even touched his lips yet.

She waited too long and he spoke. "Are you scared?"

"No."

"So what's the problem?"

"There's n-no problem."

"Baby, if you don't kiss me now, I'm going to have to help you out. Make up your mind."

Jenna felt the smooth vibration of his voice slide down her spine in an agony of arousal. She wanted to rock herself against him so badly it was taking all her control not to. She put her lips to the corner of his mouth and breathed in his scent. It immediately went to her head like a shot of tequila. Her mouth shook and she took a nip of his lips, moving them softly, quivering against him. His body stiffened in restraint. She felt his hard muscles tense at the same moment his arm tightened on her so much it made breathing even more difficult.

She lifted her face away from his and licked her lips softly, tasting him. His heavy-lidded gaze was narrowed on her mouth as he took a shuddering breath. Slowly, she put her lips back to his and delicately sucked his bottom lip. Without any warning, his arms grabbed her and with no effort at all lifted her in one motion until she was straddling him, her hands on his shoulders, his lip still caught under her teeth. She moaned a soft little sound and pushed the juncture of her thighs against him, currents of delight rushing through her.

Sensation shot through David in waves of pleasure that brought his cock to pulsating attention. Her breasts were bouncing on his chest, her hot liquid warmth pushing against his stomach in a way that brought a bead of sweat dripping down his face. And she hadn't given him her tongue yet. Jesus Christ, how was he going to handle it when he finally got her stripped naked? It was going to go fast the first few times; he wouldn't be able to control himself.

His hands clenched on her hips and he tried to endure the temptation of the hottest little closed mouth kiss he had ever experienced. He tried to summon control and knew he was only seconds away from grabbing her and ramming his goddamn tongue down her throat. He tried to stop his hands from biting into her flesh. He fought for breath. He fought for sanity. He fought for control. Couldn't find it. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. . .

Jenna gasped the moment his tongue pushed into her mouth. His hands grabbed the back of her head, turning it to the fit he wanted, and began kissing her with unguarded lust.

Her belly tightened as all hell broke loose and he took total control. His tongue plunged into her mouth, retreated, plunged again. Shock and need cursed through her as she hung in his grasp and received a kiss unlike any she had ever experienced in her life. She was twenty-five years old, and she had kissed many, many men. From the boys in junior high, to parties in high school and college, clubbing with girlfriends and dating, she had been kissed by a lot of guys. Never, never had she been kissed like this. She'd read about it in romances, but never really believed it happened until now. He was kissing her the way he would have sex with her. His tongue stiff, inundating her mouth, plunging it in and out the way he would plow in and out if he was having intercourse. It was literally blowing her mind.

And it didn't stop there. He was consuming her whole. He held her head in the palm of one huge hand and bodily picked her up off his lap with the other. Flipping her over on the couch, he came down on top of her. He sucked in her oxygen, continuing to ram his tongue in her mouth. She was being totally annihilated by his strength and size. Her heart hammered and her pulse pounded as she was caught under him, trapped by his weight. Her legs were spread wide, his hips pushing between her thighs.

She knew in a flash that if they had been naked, he would be in her already. Suddenly, the voracity of his appetite confirmed what kind of lover he would be. A lover like she'd never had before. Her breasts tingled, and a pool of hot moisture dampened her panties.

Desperate for oxygen, she forcibly turned her face from his and took a deep breath. The second her mouth left his, his face moved lower, pushing into the valley of her breasts, trying to get closer. He reached down and lifted the hem of her sweater up and over her head before she had time to attempt to stop him.

He tossed the sweater aside, and fastened his mouth on her nipple, over the cotton of her bra. He let out a groan of frustration, sat up and twisted the snap open between her breasts. Putting his mouth back on her nipple, his hand cupped her other breast, his thumb rubbing at the hardened peak. The twin assaults vaulted her into the stratosphere of desire, and she realized with shock that they were about to have sex. He wasn't going to stop at kisses; he wasn't going to stop at petting. And dear Lord, she wouldn't be able to stop him. She might kill him if he did stop.

His mouth went from licking her nipple, laving it with his rough tongue, to sucking it, trying to consume her whole. His face was buried in her chest, sucking, licking, moving his mouth roughly, back and forth, from the valley between her breasts, to her nipple, and then to the soft, silk of her white skin. He was devouring her whole, sucking her soft flesh into his mouth and holding it there, as if he couldn't get enough of her. In the back of her mind, Jenna knew the force of his mouth was bruising her. His hand on her other breast tightened, and he pinched her nipple, rolling it between fingers and thumb. He was squeezing her so tightly it should have been painful, and almost was. Jenna couldn't wrap her mind around the force he was using, he was blatantly dominating her. This wasn't give and take. He was taking. Jenna's mind was gone, her thought process completely shattered as she moaned softly in his arms.

At her moan, he lifted his head, his nostrils flaring, and fastened his mouth to hers again. Drinking deeply, sucking on her tongue, his hands moved to the fastenings on her pants and began to strip them just as roughly and quickly from her body as he had done with her sweater.

She ripped her mouth from his, dragging in oxygen, and his attention fell to her feet and he pulled off her shoes. His hands moved back to her hips and finished jerking her slacks off, his movements forceful, jerky, not caring about maintaining a façade of smoothness.

Through a haze of shock and desire, Jenna knew she had to make a demand. "I'm not on anything." She lay still and panted, naked except for her twisted bra, and watched him attack his fly with the same speed as he had attacked her zipper.

She tried again. "It's not safe. I'll get pregnant." The time for modesty was over. Subtlety wasn't working.

He didn't take the time to look at her as he continued to strip. "I got it." His voice was gravelly and his answer was short, clipped, as he told her in three words that he would take responsibility for protection. His hand dug into the pocket of his jeans before he tossed them to the floor and Jenna swallowed hard as he tore open the package with his teeth, turned and spat a piece of plastic from his mouth, and rolled on the condom with a precision and dexterity that only came from experience.

There was nothing suave about his process, speed was what he was going for, and Jenna knew he would be inside of her in less than five seconds. His abrupt movements were the only indicator she needed. She swallowed hard, his erection was huge, and she hadn't had sex in a while. A long while. Her trepidation grew.

He came back to her naked, grabbed her ankles in his hands and brutally swiveled her until her neck was bent against the back of the couch and her legs were dangling apart, her butt on the edge. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind, sucked up by a tornado, tossed and turned and at the mercy of him.

He came to his knees in front of her, put his hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her apart with his fingers. A slow, deep vibration came from his throat as he stared down at her soft, open flesh. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long."

Jenna's nerves were lacerated by those primal words and her thighs trembled as a wave of heat and panic slashed through her. The speed and violence of the encounter hijacked her brain and held her paralyzed.

He began to push in, and her insecurities won and distress took over. Her inner muscles contracted subconsciously trying to keep out his intrusion. She tried not to panic, she tried to relax, but it wasn't happening and she felt her moisture dry up.

Her eyes opened and she stared at him with accusation. "It was supposed to be a kiss," she protested in a whisper.

His hips tightened and his hands sunk into her hips, restraining her, holding her completely still. His eyes were savage, his muscles corded in ropes of steely tension as he held her in his grip. "Don't make me stop." His voice was harsh, the words pushed through gritted teeth.

His dark eyes held hers and she felt totally inundated by his large body over hers, threatened by him hanging at the entrance to her feminine core. His scent invaded her nostrils, the heavy pulse pumping through his blood vibrated through her. Everything feminine inside of her wanted to yield; but her independence was being attacked. With this one intimate encounter, she knew he would ruthlessly see it as his ownership of her. Maybe it was only for the short term, but he wanted her to marry him, and after this, it would be almost impossible to fight against. If the speed in which he was managing to have sex with her was any indication, her battle was lost before it even began.

Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to wait for her answer. She was completely still and silent, and he took that as consent. He needed to get it in. She was tight and hot, but he needed her wet, and she wasn't giving that to him. He didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to ram it in while she still needed time to adjust.

He moved one hand to her clit, began rubbing it, wanting her wet. He needed her wet. Her eyes were shut tight again and he began talking to her, softly this time. He held the large head of his penis still inside of her while he tried to coax her into participating. "You're so fine, baby." He rocked back out, moistened his finger on his tongue and put it back to her clit, rubbing it in circles. He felt a tiny movement of her hips, and he pushed the head back in. "I don't want to hurt you."

She let out a tiny moan, and he slid in and out, a tiny bit more each time. He lifted his finger from her clit, smoothed it across her stomach, and landed on a nipple. She had large, gorgeous areoles, and they puckered into beautiful tips as he moved his hand back and forth from one tit to the next. He thought he would lose it, but then she let out a sweet moan, her channel flooded with moisture, and he pushed it in all the way to the hilt.

Relief hit him and he held himself still for a moment. His arms rested on his elbows on either side of her face and he knew he couldn't wait for her. She was hot and wet and sheathed him like a tight glove. So. Fucking. Tight. He began pounding into her, slow and steady. He looked at her face; her eyes were deep pools of hidden emotion, fixed on his. He slid his hands under her butt, grabbed a handful of soft flesh in each palm and lifted her into him as he began taking forceful, ramming strokes.

Jenna's mind was mush as she watched the ferocious intensity on his face. His look was primal, feral, as he dominated her. Through her shock, she was wet and mildly aroused, but he was coming already. He pounded against her, three, four, five more times and then he froze, a hissing groan coming from deep in his diaphragm, as ropes of steel corded his muscles. She felt him grow larger inside of her, the blood rushing to make him even bigger, his climax shuddering through his body as he pushed into her.

He hung over her for the count of five seconds, then collapsed against her, his sweat mingling with hers. His face was in her neck, and Jenna knew he was trying not to let his weight fall on her completely. Her insides still tingled, it had been good, but it was too quick, too new to allow for an orgasm for her. But she didn't doubt what he had said. The sex would be good between them. Her mind splintered in a million different directions when she thought about what the ramifications of this would be. But she didn't have time to dwell on it; he was picking her pliant body up off the couch.

David shouldered his way into the master bedroom, carrying her soft weight in his arms. His mind was focused on one thing only. Making her come. He was stunned at his actions. He had always lived his sexual life by one motto. Ladies first. And the first time it truly ever mattered? He'd fucked up and absolutely blown it with her. He'd crawled on top of her and gotten his rocks off so fast it was embarrassing. He was thirty-five fucking years old. What the hell did that say about him? She was probably thinking her experiment with kissing him, although going off the rails, had worked. It had no doubt proven to her he was a lousy lay. A terrible lover.

He needed to set that shit right and immediately. Now.