“Next time,” he rasped. “Next time I shall let you put it on me.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway.
He rolled the condom on while she watched. And then he leaned forward to kiss her. His movements were powerful, but not forceful. And she opened beneath him, happy to experience whatever he chose to show her.
He left her mouth to kiss down her neck and suck her right nipple into his mouth. She let the sensations roll through her. Pleasure. Excitement. Now she understood these words.
“Remember,” he said as he moved to her other breast. “You have said it. You have told me when to ask and that you will say yes.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. She was too absorbed in the feel of his masculine legs as they settled between her thighs. She liked the feel of him there, especially as she felt his penis slide between her folds.
“Gwen?”
“What?”
“You promised, remember?”
“What?”
“To marry me. When I ask, you have promised to say yes.”
Oh that. “Yes.” She couldn’t imagine denying him anything at this point. “Yes, I promised. If you ask.”
He thrust inside.
Her mind had been on the unlikely possibility that he would propose to her. She hadn’t been prepared for his penetration. It startled her, but not in a bad way. In fact, it felt wonderfully expansive except for the sharp bite of pain.
He stilled, his body flush against hers, his penis as deep inside her as it could go. And it, apparently, could go a very far way.
“Gwen?”
“Yes. Marriage. I said I would.”
“No. I mean, yes, but…how do you feel?”
How did she feel? “Like you are very big.” She lifted her legs higher such that he settled more firmly against her. “But that we fit very well.”
“Yes, we do.” His voice was deep, and in the sunlight, she saw the muscles of his jaw and throat work. He was holding himself very still.
“Is that all?” she asked, somewhat confused. She thought there was supposed to be movement. In and out. In and… “Oh yes,” she sighed. “That’s better.”
It was better as he withdrew and pushed back in. Out and then harder in. Out and deeply in.
His tempo started slow, but quickly increased. She found if she arched her back and tightened her legs at the right moment, she felt him impact her clitoris. It was a lovely feeling. It was a needful feeling, and it quickly became a demand.
He matched her desires. Harder. Faster.
Her belly coiled. Her breath caught.
Yes!
She burst into that place of pure sensation, pure bliss. And he shuddered against her, groaning in a way she’d never heard before. It was a masculine growl. If she weren’t riding her own wave, she would have paid more attention to it. It sounded very distinctly like him, and she loved it.
And she loved…him?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gwen was quietafterwards, which was to be expected, but Jackson couldn’t guess what she was thinking and that made him uneasy. It was hard to predict how any woman would react to her first sexual experience. He’d heard horror stories and he didn’t want that for her. But she rested lazily in his arms and gave him absolutely no clue as to what to do next.