Chapter two
Elizabeth POV
His hands moved over my body. "I don't know what to touch first. Tell me how you like to be touched."
I licked my lips. "I don't know," I confessed.
"What does that mean?" he asked softly.
I swallowed. "Never had sex before."
He got up then and stood at the foot of the bed staring at me. His expression was…angry. Yeah, he was furious. Was he upset that I hadn't had sex before? Well, everyone starts out a virgin. I wasn't that special. Or maybe I was too abhorrent. My inexperience was distasteful to him.
"Jackson?"
He blinked. "Yeah, babe."
He started to take his suit off, all the while he looked at me like I was a puzzle he needed to put together.
When he was relieved of all his clothing, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was going to happen. He wasn't going to leave me naked and walk away.
He wasn't going to reject me.
He got on the bed, his face tight like he was exerting an immense amount of control on himself.
He parted my thighs and I flinched.
His hands tightened and I knew he'd leave marks. I relished it because it told me he felt something for me, felt passion.
"Birth control?" he asked huskily. His fingers caressing my pubic curls.
If I'd known I'd be getting married, I would've gotten a bikini wax, but elopement had not been on my bingo card…like ever.
"Yes, I'm good," I murmured. I had endometriosis and the doctor had recommended an I.U.D. to make my periods less painful.
He watched me as his fingers probed me. I winced. I wasn't tiny. I had used a vibrator before but there was something about his warm finger invading me. My breathing was ragged.
He pulled his finger out and brought it to his mouth. I gasped when he tasted my juices with his eyes closed. "God, El, you taste like fucking heaven."
He called me El. I liked that. Much, much better than babe.
"I do?" I whimpered.
He touched me again and this time, painted my lips with my juices. He crawled on top of me, nestling his erection between my thighs.
"Taste yourself, darling.
He kissed me. His taste mixed with mine and my hips surged, trying to find surcease.
"Shh, El, this is your first time, baby. We go slow. We take our time." He dropped a gentle kiss on my mouth and trailed his hand over my torso.
He squeezed my breasts again and then suckled a nipple into his mouth.
That warm suction made me all but come off the bed.
"Jackson," I cried out. This was so amazing. How did I not know how incredible this could feel?
"I know, sweetheart. I know." He stroked my nipples with his tongue,
nibbled on them until I was thrumming with pleasure and agony.
He cupped a breast with one hand and moved the other between my legs,
watching me. His gray eyes intense, focused.
"You're so wet, El. All for me?"
"Yeah," I laughed jerkily, "Don't see anyone else here."
"And no one else will see this," he growled. "Okay?"
"Okay." I didn't want anyone but Jackson. If he wanted us to be exclusive, we would be. I mean, we were married and all that. As soon as that thought invaded my mind, it took over. Oh God, what had I done. I had married Jackson Labonair. Of all the dumb things to—.
"El, honey, stay with me," he crooned as he stroked my labia. "Come back to me."
His voice was like a magician's, and I relaxed, loosened.
He slid one, then two fingers inside me. "I'm going to take care of you.
Don't worry about a thing.” I nodded. I had no idea what that meant.
"You trust me?"
"Yes," I whispered. I did with everything I was.
"Good girl." He kissed me again, ferocious this time. Our tongue clashed like we were both hungry—and I didn't even know hunger like this existed. I was holding onto him, my hands all over his back, his hips.
"It's going to be so fucking good between us," he crooned. "But I need you to stay still. Can you do that?"
I nodded. I'd do anything.
"No moving. Or I'll lose control."
He slid down my body, watching me the whole while. And then he parted my pussy with a hand and inserted two, then three fingers inside me. He began to pump and as he did, he explored my cunt.
I moaned. I couldn't stay still.
"Ell, you want to come, love?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Then no moving."
I licked my lips and he smiled at me. "You're so beautiful, baby. You're doing so well."
I sobbed because his fingers curled inside me, feeling me up, claiming parts of me that had never been touched before. I was dissolving and my hips wouldn't stay still.
"I can't."
"I know, love. I know." He kept looking at me and his eyes were as aroused and excited as I felt—and they pushed me further into sweet delirium.
"I want to take your pussy, your mouth, your ass…all of you. I want you so full of me and my cum that every time you walk, you'll feel me."
No one had ever spoken to me this way and when he added a fourth finger, I fell apart, screaming, my eyes closed. I sobbed at the waves crashing inside me. I'd never come this way before. It had never been like this before.
He held me, kissing my face, my neck, murmuring to me. "Em, baby,
you're so beautiful when you come. I want to see it again."
"I can't," I moaned.
He crawled down and spread my thighs. His hands then cupped my ass,
holding me up. His mouth latched onto my pussy. I lifted up and rocked against his mouth like a wanton, like someone I didn't recognize.
"Jackson" I couldn't stand it, and he knew it because he didn't stop. His mouth was like magic, taking me where his fingers hadn't, where I didn't think it was possible to go.
I put a hand over my mouth, and he lifted his head. "Let me hear you,
Elle. Tell me how good I make you feel."
He took my clit between his teeth and the pain felt amazing, so good.
"Yes. More. More."
He soothed my clit with the flat of his tongue, traced across, moving back and forth. I knew about oral, of course I did. I watched porn. But this…this in real life was something else. Sex this amazing couldn't be healthy. It was probably like French fries, taste so good, and at the same time so bad for your cholesterol.