Joanna Wylde - Garnets or Bust

It just wasn’t fair.

Now he spread her farther open, spearing her until she wanted to shout in frustration. Why was he moving so slow ? Then he hit the barrier of her virginity, pushing against it until pain threatened to overwhelm the pleasure.

“Hold tight,” he said. His hand left her clit, reaching around her waist to brace her body, and he thrust into her hard and fast.

The bed muffled her shriek.

Daaron stilled as she screamed, primitive satisfaction washing through him. Now he understood why men of the Warrens kept their women chaste—to experience this, the total ownership of a woman’s body. Tessa belonged to him, and no other. Despite his need to take her and ease his own tension, he waited, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of his prick splitting her moist heat. It was strange—she felt spread open, impaled, helpless before him. He had all the power, she couldn’t move at all, yet when she flexed her interior muscles, unconsciously trying to push him out, he gave an agonized groan and jerked. Her slightest squeeze was enough to challenge his defenses.

Long moments passed, and then his fingers drifted back to her clit. Tessa shivered as he grazed her sensitive flesh. She knew his finger had to be slick with her moisture, but his cock stretched her in new ways, and everything felt different now. She wondered if it was possible for her to feel every ridge of his fingerprint, if each tiny bump could really stimulate her like this. She clenched one more time and he moaned, leaning down against her back.

“Tessa, please,” he whispered, and she wondered what he meant. Then he moved and she forgot everything else. His cock pulled out of her slow and steady. Just moments earlier she’d thought him too big, but as he pulled away she felt an emptiness she’d never imagined. She pushed her hips back at him, wanting him inside again. He held his hips steady, but his finger spasmed against her and his breath caught. She wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by their union.

“Tess, I never imagined it could be this good,” he said, kissing her neck. She gave a mewling cry, needing him to stop talking and start moving . Her body cried out for fulfillment and he could give it to her, no question about that. He pushed back into her, still going too damn slow . She wiggled her ass a little, encouraging him, and he lost control, lunging into her harder than she could have imagined.

Oh that did it.

Again and again he thrust, pushing her tender flesh apart further than she could have dreamed possible. He seemed incapable of giving her clit the slow, steady stimulation he’d offered earlier, but he kept his hand on her. Now he used it to press her tender flesh against the hardness of her pelvic bone. Each thrust brought new friction, working the nerves with exquisite force. Tension grew in her body, a tight triangle of sensation running from her vagina to her clit and back up to her breasts, which found their own form of stimulation against the harsh fabric of her shirt.

Tessa hadn’t been a stranger to physical pleasure. Her decision to remain a virgin hadn’t kept her from masturbating, and up to that point she’d thought she knew what an orgasm was. But the sound of Daaron’s rasping breaths, the smell of his sweat as he plowed her from behind, the sensation of his hard prick cleaving her open again and again—this was far beyond anything she could have imagined.

Dear heavens, she didn’t want it to ever end.

At the same time, the pounding of her heart and the tightness of her chest made her wonder how much more she could take. She felt her release hovering just beyond the edge of his touch, knew it waited for her, taunted her with its closeness.

She struggled against his weight, no longer seeking escape. Now she wanted to move, wanted the leverage to take what she needed from his body to end this terrible need. If it didn’t stop soon she’d die. Fuck that, if it didn’t stop soon she’d kill him.

Daaron, that bastard, owed her this orgasm.

He was close too, she knew it from the stiffening of his body and the way his cock seemed to be swelling and growing impossibly harder within her. Inspiration struck, and she squeezed him as hard as she could with her internal muscles.

He choked back a groan and then pulled his hand away from her pelvis.

Gripping her hips with both hands, he raised his upper body and knelt behind her.

This new position set her free, and she lifted up on her arms to meet the forceful blows of his hips.

Almost there.

Tessa sensed the restrained power in the hands holding her, the hardness of his thighs against her legs, the solid length of his cock. She wanted to answer with her own violent thrusts, wanted to take her pleasure from him the same way he’d taken her freedom and her garnets.

But not even the thought of her lovely gems could distract her from her raging need.

Again and again they came together, until she couldn’t hear for the pounding of her heart, couldn’t breathe for the tightness in her chest—her release lay so close yet still not overwhelming her. He gave one more powerful shove and she exploded in a whirlwind of sensation beyond anything she’d ever approached on her own. Above and behind her, Tessa was dimly aware of Daaron reaching his own release. Then they collapsed together on the bed, panting and exhausted.

Tessa tried to collect her thoughts, blinking and dazed by the force of her orgasm.

She’d never experienced anything as magnificent as the last ten minutes. Not when she graduated from college, not when she’d gotten her first job. Not even when she’d found that enormous cerulean star garnet…

Garnets.

She froze, reality rushing back in an instant. She needed to get her garnets and go, quickly. And she would have to take Daaron with her as her hostage, she realized. She might be able to get away from him here and now, but even if she did, he would hunt her down. He’d said he had backup out in the darkness, so she’d have to use Daaron as her shield. It all sounded like something out of a holovid, not the kind of thing real people did, but the alternative seemed to be giving up her lovely, lovely gems and doing what Daaron told her.

Not an option.

Taking a deep breath, Tessa forced a sensuous smile to creep across her face, drifting her hands along his back in the most soothing manner she could imagine. All she had to do was convince him she wanted him again. Daaron’s colossal ego would take care of the rest for her. He rolled over to look at her and smiled. So easy.

“That was good for you, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she replied, telling the truth. “But there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

“What?”

“Lean back and close your eyes,” she said. He did, and she knelt next to him on the bed, rubbing her hands up and down his chest. His nipples hardened as her fingertips grazed them. She found his chest fascinating—she’d never been up so close to a man before. Well, a naked man. They were far more interesting in the flesh than in books.

When she leaned over and licked the skin right above his navel, she told herself it was all part of her ploy to distract him.

No matter that the salty taste of his skin made the flesh between her legs burn with hunger.

Tessa shifted, trying to dismiss the sensation, and dropped her hand to the hard length of his semi-erect cock. He still wanted her, even though they’d only just finished.

She knew that wasn’t the norm; her roommates at college had been clear on that one.

Most men were useless after coming, but Daaron seemed to just be warming up. She leaned over and blew lightly on his member. Daaron groaned.

“Whatever it was you wanted to try, you’d better do it soon,” he said, voice strained. “Or I’ll lose patience.”