Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 38

C H A P T E R 3 6 : T H E A R T O F L O V E M A K I N G

❗ W A R N I N G ❗(not that you need any) This chapter contains explicit content.

E L L A S T A N F O R D

She leaned back against the door and watched as he reached down his back, grabbed a fistful of his drenched shirt, and pulled it over his head. The bottom of his shirt lifted from the waistband of a pair of worn Levi’s resting low on his hips. It rose up the narrow dark line of hair on his flat, six packs belly. His happy trail circled down his navel then climbed up the ridges of his abdomen. He used it to wipe his face then dropped the shirt on the floor. He stood before her in wet jeans and damp skin. He shook his head like a dog, sending droplets everywhere.

One droplet landed on her top lip and she took a breath in an effort to slow her racing pulse. “Javier, I need to tell you something.” She dragged her gaze from his chest and pecs that looked surreal and glanced down at the wooden floor beneath them. “I, um, there is no easy way to say it. But I think you should know that I—” Ella found it hard to inform him that she was a virgin, that she had never betrayed her own principle or even close to betraying them, not until now. Not until him.

“That you have never done it before?” he asked softly.

She was surprised that he knew and in disbelief, looked up to meet his eyes. In his baby blues, she caught the same softness as there was in his voice and it made her heart melt.

“Ella, we do not have to do this,” said Javier even though she could clearly see the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.

“Do you not want me anymore?” she teased.

“Oh, I do.” He closed the gap between them and cupped her face with his big, warm hand. “I want you so badly but this is important for you. The choice is yours. If you do not want to go through with it, just say it and I will have a cold shower, no problem.” He planted a kiss on her forehead and smiled.

“No,” Ella shook her head, linking her arms around his waist. “No more cold showers for neither of us. At least not this time.”

Javier smiled and then his head came down to hers. His mouth against her own was the salve she needed. In the harbor of his arms, all feeling of restlessness vanished. One kiss became two, and as he held her firmly to him so she wanted more and more of him. He did not seem in any hurry to let her go. Soon passion began to flare between them, going from warm to hot, to fire, as he traced kisses down the side of her throat and pressed her to him. She arched to him, and her simple move caused his desire to grow bigger. She felt him, his body heat through her wet clothes, felt his hands low on her waist, at the curves of her behind as he pulled her into him.

Javier sucked in a breath, pulsing urgency thumped through his veins. His lungs squeezed, and the pit of his belly got tight. His dick was so hard, he hurt. He locked his knees to keep from falling and lowered his head. He wanted to take it slow. She deserved slow, sweet sex, but the instant his lips touched hers, the raw, naked edge of desire cut straight to the primal place in his core that demanded he go for it. No finesse. No thought beyond throwing her down and going completely caveman on her. Still, he had to give his best effort to make this sweet. Not for him but for her sake because this would be her first. He had to make it special.

At last, the long kiss ended and they pulled away to catch their breath. Ella told him impishly, if admittedly rather huskily, “You do that again, Mister Summers, I will not be responsible for the consequences.”

Unlike those times when hearing her calling him ‘Mister' or ‘Sir’ caused him so enraged, this time he laughed a warm, pleased, yet seductive laugh. And when his head came near she was not responsible for the consequences. She was quite unable to think straight anyhow as he gathered her closer to him. Her lips parted to receive his kiss, and as he accepted their delights, his own lips parting to enjoy hers, Ella put her arms around him. She held on to him, loving him with all of her heart.

Feeling her full response, he deepened his kiss. He held her yet closer to him, and she was enraptured to be held close up against his hard male body. “Sir!” she whispered shakily, and he pulled back to search her face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked gently.

“Only if you stop,” she answered, and did not care a bit then that she might sound forward, because he grinned, as though enchanted by her, and claimed her mouth once more. Ageless minutes ticked by where she was totally enthralled by him, by the kisses he gave and took. She was enthralled just to be in his arms, held near to the man who held her heart. She loved the touch of him, his lips, his hands, his kisses to her throat. She simply adored him.

Just like she adored the way that after some gentle while, his hands at her waist began to explore the hem of the shirt she had on. “You should probably take off your shirt before you catch a cold,” he whispered huskily.

She tilted her head to one side and glanced back up, all the way into his blue eyes, all sleepy with lust and desire. “Are you worried that I might catch a cold?”

Ella slid her hand down slowly until she reached his erection. She inhaled, sucking his breath from him, and he was gone. Gone to the hot lust whipping through his body and grasping his testicles in a fiery squeeze. Her mouth opened, and she kissed him. A sweet liquid warmth. Like the sweet liquid warmth that waited for him inside her body. Their slick tongues touched, and he slid his palms over her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Once more, he slipped his hand between her legs and he felt her where she was warm and wet and waiting for him to thrust inside of her. He pushed his erection into her hand, in and out, simulating the ultimate act. Her thumb spread a bead of moisture in the cleft of his head, and he groaned long and loud, in pain as he sank to the floor, taking her with him. He kissed her mouth and when his lips left hers it was only so he could bend and touch his lips to the throbbing pink nub of her left breast while one hand teased and tormented the other. Javier reached for the wallet in his back pocket. He rolled the condom down his shaft to the base and he was ready.

Her legs parted of their own volition to give him comfort, and he slid between the welcoming warmth of her thighs, his eyes holding hers as he tenderly stroked down the side of her face. “Ella, I do not want to hurt you,” his voice husky with need.

“I do not think you will hurt me, Jiev,” she replied, her voice was filled with lust, desire, and affection.

“You are a virgin. I heard the first time always hurt but I will try my best to make it less hurtful for you. I will try—” He stopped himself from cursing because he did not want to scare her but he had never been with a virgin before and he did not want to make empty promises. “We will take it slowly. It might hurt but soon it will go away and it will not pain you next time, okay?”

Ella gazed at his face. He looked so concerned for her, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes a softer blue than she had ever seen them. “I trust you, Jiev,” she said softly, reaching up to put her arms around him.

Every last shred of self control that he possessed snapped at that very moment and he surged forward. She let out a soft cry at the rending of her maidenhead but found that the pain was quite minimal and was soon replaced by the luxurious pleasure of his insistent lovemaking. Out of instinct, she rose, and he lifted his hips and shoved into her hard. He pushed deeper, the head of his penis pressed against her cervix, stretching and filling her up. Within a few short thrusts, the first pulse of her orgasm squeezed him hard, milking him, and he set his teeth to keep from coming. With every stroke, she felt an urgent warmth shoot through her body until suddenly it all became too much, and her entire body tensed and almost froze. She could not move, she could not breathe, and then finally her entire world exploded, and she collapsed, purely and utterly spent.

The sound of his name was drowned out by the boom of thunder, and he finally let the intense pleasure curl his gut and sweep across his flesh. It grabbed him hard and harder as her vaginal walls convulsed around him. He heard his own deep groan as he felt his own orgasm ripped from his groin. Ripped from his soul, almost as violent as the storm outside. Over and over until he was so spent he could hardly breathe as if he had just finished a three hours marathon. He lowered his forehead to the floor next to her ear. He had had a lot of sex in his life, but this felt different. Bigger, better, more primal.

Ella heard him cry out at the moment of his release, felt him collapse atop her, and as she drifted down from her own climax, she thought that she had never before felt so completely content. “Are you okay?” she asked carefully.

Javier chuckled as he rolled off of her. “I am more than okay, Ella. I do not think I have ever felt this good.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “You are special, Ella. One of a kind.”

Ella snuggled closer to him at his tender words. Surely now he would tell her he loved her. But he did not. She sighed. She was too happy to worry about it just yet. She knew she wanted this to happen on the basis that she loved him but she could not help but hope that he would reciprocate her feelings. He could not have made love to her like he just had without loving her a little, could he?