Breaking Him (Love is War #1)(59)

I shook my head. He wasn’t getting it. “I want to do it. I want to get you off myself.”

His eyes closed and his head fell back. “Jesus. You’re going to kill me today, aren’t you?”

I grinned. It was like nothing else, the power I felt at how desperately he wanted me.

I lay back down on my back and feeling daring I spread my legs apart. “Come lay on top of me,” I told him breathlessly. “We can feel each other while I . . .“

“Jack me off,” he said gruffly, climbing between my legs. “Say it.”

“Jack you off.” He went a little wild kissing me for that.

He had to get up briefly to grab lotion, and we got a little carried away.

It started with my hand, but as our bodies rubbed together his tip was brushing against my sex, then pushing at it. I moved him with my hand so he could rub along me without going in.

I would have let him go all the way, in fact a part of me desperately wanted it. Just wanted to say screw it and have each other completely.

But I didn’t. My grandmother had ingrained in me too deeply the fact that as soon as you gave yourself to a man he wouldn’t want you anymore.

And more than any other thing I needed in my life to survive, I needed Dante to want me. To crave me. To love and adore me.

I was obsessed with keeping him obsessed.

As we rubbed against each other, I found just the spot where the ache came from, and I took the softest part of his blunt tip and started rubbing it there in clumsy movements, then in little circles as I got the lay of it.

Dante didn’t last five seconds like that, his tip mashed up against my mound.

He came again with a rough curse and I loved it. Loved making him lose his control and his mind.

He was panting over me, his eyes on where we were touching. He braced himself with one fist on the mattress, the other going down to my hand on him. He was still coming as he fisted his cock and shifted it to my entrance. With a groan, he butted up against it.

I held my breath. If he’s going to do it, I decided, I’m not going to stop him.

He groaned and pushed in just the barest amount, the very tip of him invading me.

But he stopped himself, and with a curse, rolled off me.

I stayed where I was, flat on my back. The ache inside of me had become so powerful that I couldn’t stop shifting my hips.

“Try your fingers on me again,” I told him.

He sat up and started petting me with his hand, different now, focusing on the area around my entrance instead of just invading.

I showed him the spot I’d discovered. “There,” I told him, pressing his finger to it.

He bit his lip and applied himself to the task with utmost concentration. “Softer,” I panted at him. He changed his touch, lightened it.

“Mmm, that,” I sighed, closing my eyes.

Before long, I had both heels on the bed as I moved against his hand.

He pushed the finger of his other hand inside of me, and this time it was better. This time I wanted it to move.

“Can I go deeper?” he asked hoarsely.

“No,” I gasped. “Just keep doing that. Move it. Just like that.”

I felt I was getting close to something when he seemed to lose it again.

I glanced down at his lap. I hadn’t even realized he could, but he was coming again, jerking into the air.

I hadn’t even had to touch him. He was coming just from touching me. I reached a hand out, stroking him, feeling it with him, as though with touch I could own his orgasm for myself.

And as he came, and came, he got careless with his hands, jerking his finger harder and deeper inside of me. With a stifled cry, he shoved it in to his knuckle.

I jerked, my eyes shutting tight in pain. “Dante!” My voice was an embarrassing yelp.

“Jesus, I’m sorry,” he panted, and he sounded it. “I didn’t even know I could do that. My fingers are too big. Jesus. I’m sorry.”

I glanced down as he pulled his finger out of me. It was bloody.

I closed my legs and turned away. “I’m not supposed to start my period,” I told him, mortified. “I don’t know what happened.”

He started kissing my back and stroking me like a cat. “That wasn’t your period. Jesus. I’m sorry. I broke your barrier. Your hymen. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I thought it would only break when we had sex. Did I hurt you?”

“A little bit. Nothing major. It just surprised me.”

His breath was getting heavier near my ear. “Can I look? Are you too sore for me to keep trying? I want to look at you. I want to get you off.”

I let him cajole me onto my back again, let him push my legs apart and look at me, because it seemed to be driving him wild again, and I was absolutely addicted to driving him wild.

And just as strong of a motivation; I wanted him to get me off. I wanted to know what it felt like; the thing that put that madness in his eyes.

It took a long time, it was unfamiliar ground for both of us, but he was patient and curious, and he worked me with his hands until he wrung my very first orgasm out of me.

He kept his fingers in me as I clenched on them, a look of wonder on his face.

“Does the hymen thing mean I’m not a virgin anymore?” I asked him later.

“It means that you’re mine,” he said intensely, kissing me.