Chapter 12 Chapter 6 (ii)
FAE
“Jigo…” I moaned, my head restless on the pillows as soon as his mouth let my lips go. “I’m… I don’t…”
“Don’t what? You can tell me, Fae. You can still change your mind. Do you want me to stop?”
My eyes opened with a pop and whatever he saw on my face brought that relieved, satisfied smile on his handsome face and the sexy laugh from his lips. He kissed me again. And it was tender and sweet. I realized that not only did I smell him all over me, now, it was his manly scent I was smelling on the pillows. He was all over me. And I liked it.
“What do you want?” he asked me, his voice a rough croon, indulgent. As if whatever I said, he would give me right away. No question about it.
“You,” I replied. My hands reached up to him, my hands cupping his face. I gloried on the feeling that I could do this when I could only marvel at what he was like if he was with a woman, a curiosity born out of not actually seeing him with a girlfriend. He was just so behaved even when he was with a woman he was said to be seeing.
Then I realized that he looked distracted as he stared down at me. His eyes roamed my face. As a lamp produced soft light in the room, his elegant features were what I imagined an angel must look like—until I saw the misgivings in his expression.
And a stab of guilt hit me. He was thinking of Carl… he thought I was thinking of Carl. When in truth, I had forgotten. He had effectively made me forget. My reaction was to pull him to me, to kiss his lips and let him know it wasn’t true. That when I said I wanted him, I was actually wanting him right now. And I suddenly felt tears prickling the sides of my eyes. Because now, I was thinking of Carl. And it had been really great until that moment… and I was ruining it.
“Mmpph.” I kissed him, almost grinding my lips on his. How much do I know about kissing? Only what I’d learned from him. I didn’t know how to initiate.
But then, he opened his mouth and he was taking over again so a moan of relief escaped me before I followed his lead, opening my mouth, entangling my tongue with him in a dance, giving him as much as I got. This kissing… it was really good. I really loved kissing him.
And I guessed this was how I would have kissed Carl. This was how completely I would have given myself to him if he only had wanted me. But it was all now Jigo’s. At least for tonight. And I was determined not to regret it.
Jigo was making that part easy. I wanted nothing more than what was happening to us at the moment. I wanted nothing more.
He raised his head and I held him just enough so he would see my face. “I want you,” I told him.
He stared at me for a second before he nodded. He kissed me again. “Okay. You’ll have me.” He withdrew, his hands leaving my body, taking the heat of his naked skin with him for the few moments when he took something from his nightstand. It was protection, and I felt grateful because I had never even thought of that.
He came back to me, his hands on my knees, spreading them as he positioned himself again between them.
I felt his hard, thick member, rimming my wet opening again. I wondered for a moment how it would feel to have all of that inside me. I was a little nervous, but there was nothing I would want in the world except to—
And then I could.
All of him. I could feel all of him.
He thrust, his powerful torso pushing his rock-hard cock inside me. Deep. Filling me. Stretching me. And suddenly, my body was engulfed by his size.
Before I could make more than the shocked intake of breath, he was out and pushing in again. I must have been so wet because, although the pain registered, and although I was so tight, he was sliding in smoothly. Again. And again. Before I could cry in pain, he had lowered himself to me again and my lips were sealed by his hot kiss, trapping the cry inside my throat. I clung to him this time as his hard thrusts, so manly and powerful, brought me to a frenzy of sensations both painful and glorious.
I couldn’t control myself. My cries after that, I could understand if he thought they were all about ecstasy… because they were partly that. Of pain and that. And then it was just this exquisite mix of both pain and pleasure. The way he took me… it was arousing in itself. Everything was of possession from the look on his face, his groans of pleasure, the smooth rocking of his whole body… he trembled as he continued his thrusts on me. I couldn’t close my eyes, my mouth open as both his invasion of my body and the showmanship of his beautiful body consumed me.
I flew again, more complete, stronger, steeper now. And with a bite—but it was just so right. My whole body couldn’t stay still, writhing beneath him, following the rhythm of his thrusts. I heard him calling my name, his moans and shouts.
Until...
I exploded again. It is a liquid fire of sweet, exquisite, orgasmic pleasure.
“Aaahhhh!”
He held me tightly while I clung to him. I felt his last powerful thrusts before his whole body quaked over mine and I knew it when he released himself to his own climax. He called my name over and over in a voice both emotional and guttural as I held him to me. I felt heat inside me when he spent himself inside his condom. The feeling of satisfaction and happiness that engulfed my heart then surprised me. This was Jigo without his mask of control and… I… liked it. It was so gratifying to know He hadn’t held himself back from me…
And I felt so grateful that it was I who kissed him first when his trembling subsided. He was breathing hard, still moaning before his whole body and limbs seemed to surround me in a cocoon, melting over me as his kiss deepened. It was the most emotional kiss we had shared that night that if I hadn’t caught myself, I would have told him the three words I had wished to tell Carl on our wedding night, which was also part of that wish.
A wish that could never happen now.
Except this man, Jigo, gave me all the feels of how that could have been that at that crazy moment, it would have felt right to utter them.
Instead, I moaned his name as he moaned mine.
And I whispered in his ear, “Thank you…”