Page 47 of Unfettered

Jessie bent to his touch, shifted her body into his, and gave herself to his kisses and his hands. A voice in the back of her head begged her to stop. She slammed the door against that voice. It was so good to see him, to have him touch her, to feel his hard, masculine body against her own. It was so good to see the want and love in his eyes, and she knew she could not be mistaken...he felt love for her. She was sure of it. She was ripe for lovemaking and on fire for him to be the one to teach her how it was done.

She helped him silently remove his clothes, then her own as her buckskin riding jacket fell to the floor. She felt his frenzy as he pulled at her clothing, and ran his hands over her all the while. His handling thrilled her, and she had no fear as she pressed into him and felt his manhood hard and large throb against her body.

He continued to undress her in taunting slow motion, all the while nibbling at her lips, whispering magic words into her ear, telling her how much he had missed her, wanted, and needed her.

He guided her, taught her, and she responded in a startling wantonness she had not known she could feel. Somehow, she stood against him, totally divested of her clothing, and not in the least bit shy. She stared down at his manhood with intense curiosity. Her blood began to burn. Lust took them into another world where all else was forgotten. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she saw bright stars twinkling. His black hair fell around his neck, and his dark eyes mesmerized her, even as his voice soothed.

Suddenly, he scooped her up cradlelike in his arms and carried her through another doorway to his bed. He laid her gently on the mattress, moaning as he bent and kissed her belly, then put his hands over her breasts. He licked the sweetness of her nipples, suckled there, manipulated them with his deft fingers. He whispered her name and told her she had taken over all his thoughts and dreams, and she was lost in his words.

He reveled in the innocence of her response, fevered at the excitement her touch engendered in him, and gloried in the enchantment of her body beneath his own. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and all his senses were engaged with Jessie, on pleasuring her, warming her to both their needs. His passionate kisses riveted them both in the moment of their pleasure. No other consideration came into play.

It was as though they were suspended in time as he whispered in her ear, “Worry not, machacha, my sweet life.”

He instilled a hunger in her. She wanted more of him, more of what he was making her feel. The huskiness of his voice thrilled her in a way she could not yet comprehend, so that when his fingers found, explored, teased, and manipulated the wet opening between her legs, she spread her legs wider, groaning with pleasure as his fingers penetrated.

“Ah, querida, you don’t know...” he murmured as the hardness of his manhood pulsated, and he tried to restrain himself. “I want to plunge deep inside you...I need you, all of you.”

His words continued to fever her brain. She heard the endearments spoken in his native tongue, and it drove her ardor, her belief that all was right because he must be in love with her, even if he wasn’t ready to say the words.

Softly and laced with the incongruous shyness she suddenly felt, she said his name. “Rodrigo, I want to please you.”

Magic to his soul. Her voice, timid yet laced with boldness, spurred him into fathomless desire. He had to have her. He had to take her. “Jessie...open wide for me...yes, like that, querida.” He raised her legs, bending her knees, positioning her for his entrance, taking her slender hips into his firm hands, stationing his manhood at the lips of her opening. “Don’t worry, love, I mean to be pleased, and eventually, after your first shock, you will be, too.”

He knew, of course, that she was a virgin. It occurred to him that not only was he her first, he damn well meant to be her only. He didn’t give that notion much more thought. It was a gut sensation he shoved aside in his fever.

He first rubbed along her wetness and whispered, “So tight, love...so small, you feel so good.”

She felt him enter and stiffened. “I...no...” she said. “You don’t fit...”

He stopped in mid-movement and swallowed. “No?”

“I...” Without thinking, she pushed against him. “Oh yes, Rodrigo...yes.”

“It will hurt at first, my sweet,” he said with some concern.

“Take me...now,” she whispered.

He plunged inside of her, kissing away the cry that sprang to her lips when he broke through, and she was a virgin no more.

Jessie had felt a moment of doubt and fear. It hurt, and she thought he might be ripping her wide open, then his slow erotic movements, his gentle lips on her own, served to calm and arouse her once again.

He caressed her tenderly as he moved inside her, took her hips and taught her just how to respond. “Sweet vida amia.”

The aura of his tenderness soothed her, and she discovered in herself a willingness to relax into his lovemaking and respond in kind. She discovered his cock deep inside her moving, rubbing, taking, and sent her into an abyss of sensation. Her fever mounted and she lost all inhibition.

He had raised her rump to meet and take his thrusts, and she succumbed to a need she had never known. She was on the edge of a cliff, wanting, needing, and aware he was driving her to a peak. She began groaning out his name. His whispered response told her he knew she was about to discover something new, something all-consuming, and then she couldn’t think.

She felt savage as her body arched to his driving manhood. He was still in control, but she knew she no longer was. She gave herself over to the rhythm of his lovemaking, then with a cry of satisfaction, she experienced her first climax, overwhelming and decadent.

As she went off, Rodrigo groaned with pleasure. He felt her ebb and relax, then shudder with the aftershocks. His own ecstasy came then as her muscles contracted around his dick.

He held her then, enervated from their passion, satisfied he had given her pleasure, and relaxed in his own, he knew he had not had enough, would never have enough of her. He had never felt this way before.

He had to take her again. “Here now, my sweet...I want you to take control. Let me teach you,” he said huskily. He rolled onto his back and pulled her to straddle him. He reached up and fondled her breasts as he situated her. “Take it...climb on and pleasure yourself.”

She was fascinated by it all and did what he said. She liked her position. She was thrilled to hold his cock and play with it at her wet opening, then he was pulling her down and thrusting himself inside. “Ride me, sweetness...ride,” he told her.

And she did.

When they were done, he wanted her still, but he knew she would be sore and let her fall asleep in his arms. He looked down at her face as she slept. Madre de dios. Was there ever such a face? Angelic in repose, beautiful, who will always be my sweet virgin.

A conflict between his mind and his heart took root and he frowned, but he banished all thought as he watched her flickering expressions in her sleep. He bent and kissed her lips. She woke and returned his kiss feverishly, and he was trapped.

“Again, Rodrigo...I want more,” she whispered.

“Do you,” he said, and pulled her onto her knees. “Well then, as you wish, my love.” He held her rump as he plunged into her, and when they were done, he pulled her into his arms and whispered, “Ah, Jessie, just look at what you have done.”

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It was morning when Jessie opened her eyes. Something was wrong. The vessel seemed to be...oh no...they were moving! They were out at sea!

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