Chapter Ten
Mine
I woke up with a bel y in the state of advanced fluttering.
In fact I was pretty certain in the recesses of my deep sleep I’d already experienced some significant flutterings and thought they were a dream.
I knew by now with Vance’s relentless pursuit of me and al that had happened during that pursuit that what I was feeling was very, very turned on.
This had to do with the fact that Vance’s body was pressed close to my back.
It also had to do with the fact that Vance’s hardness was pressed against my bottom.
But, mostly, it had to do with the fact that Vance’s hand was at my breast and his thumb was stroking lightly back and forth across my nipple.
I moved slightly and so did Vance, pressing into me.
With his mouth at the back of my neck, he said,
“Mornin’.”
At the same time his thumb stopped stroking, it was joined by his finger and they pressed together. Also at the same time his other hand slid into the front of my panties and went deep.
I felt a shockwave shoot from my nipple and detonate between my legs.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
He didn’t stop, both his hands worked me and I pushed back into his body, nestling my bottom into his crotch. I started breathing heavily, my stil -sleepy mind completely muddled.
I tried to turn, to touch him but his arms tensed and he held me where I was.
I gave up, giving into the sensations. I felt his teeth nip my shoulder, catching the strap of my nightgown. His body moved as his mouth pul ed down the strap, exposing my breast. He was now skin-against-skin at my breast, one of his fingers slid inside me and I felt heat slice through my body.
I tried to turn again but he kept me where I was, finger moving in and out and instinct made my hips move with it, riding his hand.
“Jesus, Jules,” he said at my neck, his voice hoarse and his finger slid away and touched me again, moving, swirling and I felt it coming.
I’d had orgasms before, self-induced, but it was nothing like this, nothing at al . It overwhelmed me, I sucked in breath and Vance knew it was going to happen.
He rol ed me to my back, his hand stil between my legs, I wrapped my arms around him, bucked my hips, his mouth came to mine and it hit me.
And when it did I moaned his name.
The minute I finished his name, he moved away and I made a detached mew of protest at the loss of his heat and hand but he wasn’t going anywhere.
I was stil in the throes of my orgasm when he tore my panties down my legs, spread my thighs and he came up between them and fil ed me.
It didn’t hurt, not at al . Instead it felt beautiful.
I whispered his name again. He pul ed up my legs at the knees, pushing deeper, moving rhythmical y and my hips matched the movements of his.
“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” he muttered into my neck and I wrapped my arms around him, pul ing my knees back further so he could slide deeper He went up on his hands, grinding into me, looking down at me, his eyes dilated, his hair around his shoulders.
Looking up at him, at that moment, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Come back to me,” I murmured and the minute I asked, he did, his hand moving between us, touching me, pressing into me. I was sensitive there, ready again. I started panting, it was too much; I thought it would shatter me.
“Vance,” I whispered in an urgent voice.
“Let go,” he told me, deep voice husky, eyes staring into mine.
I did.
A few minutes later, he did too.
*
I used to go to summer camp in the mountains for two weeks and, when I got older, I became a camp counselor. We did a lot of horseback riding.
Maybe Indy was wrong and it wasn’t an urban myth.
Whatever. It didn’t matter.
What mattered was the fact that I just discovered that sex was great. Sex was wonderful. Sex was the best thing ever invented.
Vance’s weight was on me, pressing me into the bed.
He was stil inside me, my arms wrapped around his waist, thighs tight against his hips and I was thinking stupid thoughts, my mind racing, my body spent.
Vance slowly, gently slid out of me and shifted to the side, taking me with him. I lifted my chin to look at him, maybe even smile at him but with one look I knew something was definitely not right.
Damn.
Maybe I’d done it wrong.
“Vance…”
His eyes were intense, more intense than his normal intense. Something was in his face, something not right and I didn’t know if it was good or bad but whatever it was, it was immense.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
So that was it.
I shook my head.
His hand moved between us then between my legs, touching me gently and my hips jerked at his touch because I was stil tender.
The whole time he looked into my eyes, staring at me in that intense way.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Checkin’ for blood.”
My breath caught.
Oh crap.
He knew. He knew I was a virgin.
How did he know?