Page 7 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

“Pretty cool, huh.” He sets his car keys down on the console table and goes to check out the mini bar. “Hey, look. Mini cookies. You hungry?”

“No.” I’m too busy looking at the room. It’s gorgeous. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Me neither. I thought I would do something like this for senior prom, but my brother said he’d let me use his credit card, so I grabbed that chance by the balls.” He scoffs.

I snort a laugh. I love his candor. He walks behind me as I look through the sliding glass doors leading to the small terrace that overlooks the marina.

It’s so beautiful I could stand here all night.

He wraps his arms around me and buries his head in my neck.

As he draws in a deep breath and releases it, he says. “This was so worth it.”

“Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah. The second that I saw you coming out of your house in this dress, I knew I made the right choice.”

“Really?”

“Um hm. I can’t believe that you’re my girlfriend sometimes.

I mean, that Boston asshole has such a hard-on for you.

I wanted to plow him so bad tonight for looking at you with his googly eyes, but I figure what’s the point?

You’re with me and that’s all that matters.

He’s just a dipshit with a hard-on for someone that he can’t have and that’s tough shit for him. ”

“Exactly.”

He kisses my neck tenderly. “I love you, Bowie.”

It comes out so naturally. Like it’s been on my tongue forever. “I love you, too.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I believe in crushes at first sight.” I chuckle.

“Well, you may be right there, but no other girl ever made me want to be with them the way that you do.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. And my brothers are always bragging about getting laid and shit by girls that don’t mean anything to them, but I feel like none of that matters if you’re not with someone you love.”

“I think so, too.” My voice is a whisper as he trails kisses down my neck.

“You tell me to stop I'll stop, okay?” He murmurs against my skin. He knows that I want this as badly as he does. Some would say that all those words moments ago were just lines, but I know better. Jagger has waited for me. We’ve been together for almost two years, and while all his friends were getting laid, we waited.

He was happy to. It’s always been just as important to him to make our first time matter as it has to me.

“Uh huh.” I answer numbly, feeling his hands slide up my thighs, bringing my dress with them.

“I’ve got condoms, too, Bowie. So don’t worry about anything.

” He whispers in my ear, leaning his hardness against my backside, making me wet instantly.

I’ve felt him from over his jeans and I know that he’s big, but I’m dying to feel his skin.

To touch his private areas. Carefully, he pulls my dress up over my head and lies it over the chair next to us.

I’m in just my bra and panties. He turns me around so he can look at me.

“God, I am the luckiest man in the world. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and that includes the shiny nineteen fifty-seven Chevy Bel Air my grandfather used to own. ”

In Jagger’s world that means a lot. In mine, too. I’ve seen pictures of that car. “Take off your jacket.” I tell him, not recognizing my own voice.

“I’ll take it all off if you want me to.” He says softly.

I nod, not taking my eyes off him.

I watch him remove his jacket, slipping it over the chair where my dress is, and then he undoes the buttons on his shirt.

As his skin is exposed, I bite my lip. He’s got six pack abs under there, and his skin looks so soft, and his shoulders and biceps are so muscular.

I mean, I’ve felt them before, but I’ve never seen him naked.

Not even last summer. He’s always got a shirt on.

He doesn't even wear tank tops, but he should. I’ve only ever seen such a beautiful man in magazines.

Suddenly, I take leave of my senses, and wrap my arms around him, not waiting for him to finish undressing, unable to wait another second to kiss him, to put my skin on his.

The moment our skin meets I breath heavily against him, as his tongue slides into my mouth, and I reciprocate, desperate to have him.

He kisses me voraciously, as he tears open his belt, loosens his pants, and lets them fall to the floor, not bothering to hang them neatly like the rest of our clothing.

Breathing choppy, hands all over each other, he leads me to the bed with his dick poking out from his briefs.

I’ve waited so long, I can’t wait any longer, so I shove my hand down his underwear, feeling his girth.

He’s so hard it feels like his skin will explode.

The head is so soft, but when I squeeze it a little, liquid comes out of the top.

As I squeeze it, he exhales against my lips, and his hips buck a little.

“God, Bowie, you’ve already got me so worked up.

” He pants, as my back hits the mattress, and he pulls back.

I watch him remove his briefs, freeing himself, and my eyes are glued to his cock.

It’s so big, and I never thought I would describe one as beautiful, but it is.

He walks over to his jacket and pulls a small packet of condoms out.

After he tosses it on the bed, he hovers over me, cupping my face with his hands, looking at me.

He says nothing with his mouth...yet...but his eyes say it all.

He loves me. He loves me so much. Then he kisses me softly on the mouth before moving down my body.

His lips open as he warmly sucks every inch of me, like he’s done this a million times.

“How do you know how to do all that?” I ask in short breaths.

“I just…it’s what I want to do to you. Your skin is so soft, and it tastes so good.” His voice is sultry but honest. He kisses down my belly as I explore his chest and dick, feeling it pulse as I touch it.

“I’m gonna do something, and if you don’t like it, just tell me to stop.”

“Okay.”

His lips come back up, exploring my breasts, kissing them, sucking them, and I feel my private area vibrate.

My nipples are so hard and they’re tingly, but when he sucks them, I feel it at my clit.

It makes me want to rub it on him. On something.

And then it’s like he reads my mind. His fingers go down, answering my silent plea.

He makes circles with his finger on it, making me wiggle against him.

Sure, I’ve masturbated before, sort of like this, so I know what it feels like.

But I’ve never been able to make myself come before.

Close, but not like this. I guess it’s different when a guy does it to you.

With his mouth on my nipples and his hands down there, I’m so lost in lust I almost forget who I am.

My body feels like it’s not my own. “I’m going to do something else to you, okay?

” He says breathily, leaving my breasts, trailing kisses down my belly, and his finger stops, making me writhe, hungry for more.

When his mouth goes down there, I don’t know what to do, until he starts to lick it.

Right where his fingers were, his tongue is now.

“Oh...God!” I cry out, pulling at the hair at the sides of my head.

It’s like I’m convulsing it feels so good, and then I feel a pulse, a delicious, back-arching pulse, and I cry so loud I think my mother will be able to hear me.

I come like thunder.

I know it’s an orgasm because I’ve never felt anything like that before.

It’s epic.

It’s unforgettable.

Jagger lifts, grabbing a condom out of the packet, and I watch him slide it on himself.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “I read somewhere that you get the girl off first, and then you go inside, that way she’s all loose and it won’t hurt as much.

” He explains, hovering over me, nose against mine. “Are you ready?” He checks

“Uh huh.” I answer, still breathless.

He kisses me tenderly, and then they turn more erotic, and I’m shocked that I feel turned on again, but I do.

Just the thought of his penis going inside is making my belly do flip flops.

The head goes in first, and he slowly pushes further and further in.

My hymen is already broken from my gynecologist, but he doesn’t know that.

His cock slides in almost effortlessly, and I watch his eyes close as he draws in a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah.” He answers. “It just...it feels so warm. So good. Are you okay?”

“Uh huh. Don’t worry, Jagger. I don’t think I ever told you, but my hymen is already gone.”

His eyes open.

“From my gynecologist. I’ve been on the pill for my periods.”

“Oh, okay.” He sighs, grinning slightly. He’s so sexy.

“You know that I’m a virgin.” I chuckle.

“Yeah. I know. I just...I never knew it could break any other way.”

I smile at him.

He smiles at me as he moves slowly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He murmurs.

“Me neither.” As I say this, he goes in further, and the pressure feels good.

He reads me like a book, watching my face, moving more and more, and then he kisses me, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.

I feel my fingernails digging into his back with equal parts nerves and lust. Suddenly I’m moving with him, feeling my own rhythm.

He kisses my neck, my breasts, driving me crazy.

I grab his ass, his beautiful, rounded, perfect ass, and pull him to me.

The bed squeaks with our movement and the sounds that he’s making are so sexy I could die.

“Oh, God, baby, you feel so good.” He whispers to me.

“You do, too.”

“I love you so much, Bowie.”

“I love you, too.” Hearing him say that turns me on more, makes the buildup stronger. “Say it again.”

He says it again, silkier. “I love you, baby.”

“Mmmm...again.” I mewl.