I Made You My First (22 page)

He was relentless with this wife thing
, I thought. I smiled back at him wondering if I wasn’t the luckiest woman in the world.  I raised an eyebrow at him, “The fair opened yesterday, didn’t it?”

H
e thought about it for a moment.  “I believe it did,” he said reaching for my hand. Pulling it to his face, he asked, “Would my wife like to go to the fair?”

I punched his arm.  “
Yes, your wife would very much like to ride the Ferris wheel with her husband,” he leaned in and tackled me, rolling me flat on my back.

“
Then let’s do it,” he said gently kissing my lips. “I do owe you a proper birthday dinner and maybe even a cake.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I
said with a splash of sassy.

He was straddlin
g my body, hovering over me with his hands framing my face and his lips came down fiercely on mine, a much more demanding move to which I immediately responded. I felt every nerve in my body stand on edge when his teeth nibbled along my lip, his tongue swiping over it immediately afterward to soothe the sweet sting. He’d never done that before. My hands pulled at his shirt until I tugged it loose from his waistband and slipped my hands up under it, sliding them smoothly over his skin. His breathing grew heavy and his lips stilled for a second as my fingers trailed up over the lean hard muscles of his abdomen, running over his ribs, and then up to his masculine chest. I could feel his heart pounding as my fingertips skated over him and then grabbed hands full of his chest hair.

“Jurnee,”
he gasped, his face dropping so that his cheek was pressed against mine and his mouth was burning against my ear.  “I want you.  I want you right now. Please either tell me to stop or tell me to make love to you. I need you to tell me what you want.”

“I want you,”
I whispered, bringing up my hand to wrap around his neck and pulling his face to mine. 

I turn
ed my head so that we were face to face, my nose bumping against his. The heat coming from his skin was overwhelming, and I felt every bit of lust rise to the surface, just under my skin, following the path his fingers traced over my body. 

His forehead dropped to my shoulder
, “Tell me again.”

“
I
want
you,” I managed, my voice breaking on the last word. It was so inadequate, but it was all I could say at the moment. I only knew I needed this man, and I needed him
now
.

He stood suddenly and
reached down to grasp my hands, pulling me up against his body. When I was steady on my feet his lips pressed to mine again, his hands sweeping down my back to settle on my hips. I whimpered and reflexively moved tightly against him, feeling his hard arousal straining against me. A dizzying sensation shot through me, from the tips of my toes all the way up to my lips pressed against his. My body instinctively responded and I moved against him before I could stop myself, getting lost in the hard presence of his body over mine, lips demanding even as they gave, and his breath coming in shorter pants as I moved against him.

“Jurnee….”

“You promised you’d teach me,” I whispered, before swiping at his earlobe with my tongue. His resulting groan made me brave and I ran my fingers through his hair as I spoke again.  “I want you to be my teacher tonight....I want
you
.”

He jerked at my words and
before I realized what he was doing, he bent slightly and hitched me up against him so that my feet were no longer touching the floor. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms tightened around his shoulders, and I buried my face in the smooth skin of his neck, kissing him as he carried me to the bedroom.

A
few lit candles were already glowing.  
He’d counted on me being submissive
, I thought.  He sat me on the bed gently pushing me back and climbing up on me until he was stretched over my body.  I groaned quietly in pleasure at the renewed contact, letting my legs slid apart so that he was truly cradled between my thighs. I could feel the delicious pressure of him pushing up against me even more firmly then, but it still wasn’t enough. I unfastened the first two buttons of his shirt and then yanked impatiently at it until he reached back to pull it up and over his head, exposing his naked torso. It looked as good as it felt, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers over him again, learning the smooth hard dips and curves of his abdomen, clenching at my touch.

When my fing
ers dropped to the button of my pants, he reached down and caught my hand, then brought it up to his lips and kissed it.  “Let me.”

He undressed me slowly, placing a kiss over eve
ry inch of skin he exposed.  He was in no hurry as he slid the straps of my shirt down off my shoulders to kiss the upper slopes of my breasts. He gently removed my shirt and bra while nuzzling at my stomach, watching me squirm under him.  I lay before him in just my panties.  He stopped and let his eyes tell me that I was his.  “Jurnee, you‘re so beautiful, so perfect, and you’re mine.”

Before I knew it
, he was kissing my hipbones before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, easing them down over my thighs as he continued to kiss the new areas he exposed. I gasped when his lips brushed briefly over me
there
, pressing a soft kiss against my spot, but not going any further.

“You’l
l tell me to stop, if you want me to?” I could feel his hot breath driving me crazy. I didn’t say a word.  The panties were slipping over my ankles as he kissed his way down the inside of my thigh, over my knee and calf, and then back up the other leg.

“I love
 you so much,” he whispered when he reached my face again. I could feel the fabric of his pants rasping against my skin and I reached impatiently for the button and zipper. This time he let me, and I unfastened everything quickly. He trembled when my knuckles rubbed over his erection and then he quickly pulled his pants and boxers the rest of the way down his legs. When he settled back between my legs again, nothing lay between us, just skin against skin.

He slowed again, stilling my eager movements under him, letting his lips make their way back down over my sternum before settling between my breasts.
He placed several kisses there and then skimmed up over one, and kissed around my nipple before slowly licking it and then pulling it firmly into his mouth. I gasped immediately at the sudden increase in sensation as his teeth grazed lightly over the sensitive flesh, following it with several slow strokes of his tongue. When he’d worked it into a hard throbbing peak, he let his tongue trail down and over, repeating the action on the other side.

I was on fire
burning hotly, already exploding into a million pieces.  When his fingers stroked me lightly, I could feel my wetness.  I went rigid and quivered against him as he slipped a finger inside me and then let his thumb rub against my spot at the same time. When he pulled his finger out of me, his thumb moved down only to push back up when his finger sank in again. He repeated the sweet push and pull until I was gasping and ready to shatter. I was already aching and desperate to feel him inside me. He was so hot and hard, and everything I needed was
right there
, and my patience was rapidly evaporating. I wrapped my hand around him, and he immediately flexed his hips forward, pushing into my fist.

“Is this what you want?”
he moaned, making me shiver.  “I missed you so much today; I want to slow down and make this last but I can’t.”

“I don’t want you to wait,”
I said, reaching down to cup his hips in my hands, trying to angle him firmly between my legs.

S
ettling his weight onto his forearms on either side of me, his lips found mine. I bent my knees and felt the very tip of him slide over me. I was so unbelievably aroused that even that slight contact made my lower abdomen clench and my body feel like it was going to explode.  It wouldn’t take much now and he knew it.

When he set
tled and began a long slow push inside me, the sensations became too much. The thick drag of him as he slowly entered me was the last spark I needed.  I couldn’t have stopped my reaction for the world, and my hips jerked as I felt him watching me now. I threw my head back as he continued pushing steadily into me through my throbbing walls around him, the pleasure stealing my breath away.

“You feel so good,”
he groaned, fully surrounded by me as the last pulses of my body gripped him tight.  “Jurnee, I believe that this class is just about over, my love.”

My back came up off the bed as I arched under him, hot tingle
s already bubbling to the surface. He repeated the action several more times and then captured my lips, sliding his tongue in and out of my mouth to the same rhythm that his body set in motion. I was moaning nonstop.

“I love you,” he muttered
, before increasing the speed of his hips, rubbing firmly against my spot with each thrust. I stiffened against him and dug my fingernails into his shoulders as he dipped down without ceasing his movements.  He pressed his forehead against mine.

“
I can feel how close you are, Jurnee, and I want to watch you come this time. Keep your eyes open and look at me while you climax.” It took only a few more firm strokes as his fingers and lips also moved over my body, and I exploded around him, tiny firecrackers popping inside.  He kept moving as long as he could, his eyes locked on mine, before his eyes finally closed and he let out a strangled moan. He thrust harder and faster, and then jerked, and I watched his face now as he came. He held still for a moment, panting against me and then pressed another passionate kiss against my lips.  He crumbled down, and we were lying beside each other on the bed, panting and sighing.

“I’m so sorry,” I gently kissed his shoulder, looking into his face. “I’
m probably going to have to retake that class, maybe again and again until I’m able to ace it.”

He smi
led still breathing heavily and said, “Oh you aced that one, Jurnee.  You’re a very enthusiastic student. I just need to find a way to slow down my lesson plans.”

I smiled and lay my head on his chest.  “I love you, Irish.”
 

When I woke up, I look
ed over to see him sleeping soundly.  Looking at the clock, I eased myself out of bed. It was seven am, so I quietly made my way to the bathroom to shower.

When I finished
and opened the bathroom door, Irish wasn’t there.  As I made my way down the stairs, the smell of coffee floated in the air with each step.  With Irish’s back to me, I was hoping that he hadn’t heard me enter the room. He wore a robe similar to the one I’d worn in San Francisco, and trying to be sneaky, I tiptoed up and tapped him on the shoulder gently.

“
Good morning, sunshine,” he said, turning his face to me and looking for my lips. 
I guess he’d heard me coming
, I thought.  He wasn’t at all surprised.

“
Good morning, teacher.” He handed me a cup of coffee and moved to the refrigerator to get the whipped cream. I stood leaning against the counter watching him.  He looked like he was deep in thought.  After topping my coffee with cream, he took my cup and the can, setting them on the counter beside me.  Pushing his body directly in front of me, he pushed his weight into me, holding me against the counter.

Looking into my eyes he said, “These last two days I’
ve gotten to
 
fall asleep next to you have been incredibly amazing. When I woke up this morning and you weren’t there, it was the worst feeling in the world. I finally heard the shower, so I realized where you were, but I missed seeing your face next to me. I still can’t believe you’re really mine.  Please don’t sneak out of bed again.  Wake me up and kiss me before you go.”  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I could feel his heart beating he was holding me so tightly. I closed my eyes, and tried to take a breath. I could actually
feel
how genuinely upset he was.

I opened my eyes
and gently pushed him forward.  “Irish, I’m sorry if I worried you. Let’s promise each other right now that we’ll always wake the other before leaving our bed,” I smiled consolingly. “I’m not going anywhere without you, I promise.” I held up my hand, showing him my ring. His eyes smiled warmly.

He put his hands on each side of my face.
  “Thanks,” and he kissed my forehead with petal softness. I realized at that moment I’d never seen him angry.  Was this Irish when he became irate?  If this
was
his angry side, it sure would take some getting used to, especially since he hadn’t seen me angry yet, and it wasn’t pretty.

Chapter Eleven

Irish had the entire day off and wanted to make plans for our move.  Almost ten days remained until he was supposed to relieve the person in charge at the construction company in San Francisco.  He arranged to have my storage unit packed and moved by truck to our new house.  I decided I wanted to get my driver’s license renewed and my name changed before we left the area.  We agreed to use his La Jolla address rather than the San Francisco one because we only planned to be there a year.  As I lay on the sofa looking at my driver’s license picture, Irish sneaked up and pulled the license from my hand.  I jumped, trying unsuccessfully to snatch it back.