Control

Chapter One: Everything

"You came," he said softly as I stepped forward onto his dimly lit porch. He had been waiting, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. I shoved my hands into my jeans pockets and shrugged.

"I guess I did," I said awkwardly. He uncrossed his arms and held one hand, palm facing upwards, out to me. It was too late for hesitation but my hand still shook when I placed it carefully into his. A jolt of heat and electricity shot through my fingertips, up my wrist and through my arm at his touch. I caught part of his cocky smile as he turned to lead me inside. I resisted the urge to smack his broad shoulder and contented myself with sticking my tongue out at his back.

"I can find a better use for that tongue," he warned playfully as he closed the door and flicked on the light switch.

"How? Oh never mind," I said. He took a step toward me and unconsciously I stepped backward. A smile curved his perfect lips. We repeated this twisted tango until I felt my back hit something hard-the kitchen wall. He took a final step forward; pressing his hips squarely into my abdomen. I couldn't help the shudder that went through me at the contact and I closed my eyes. My eyes flew open when his large hands cupped my face tenderly; his deep hazel eyes serious.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked. His voice was dripping with promise. I wet my lips nervously and nodded. "Say it out loud," he prompted stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I'm sure," I whispered. He drew closer, those amazing eyes still open even as his lips brushed mine gently. I couldn't stifle the whimper that came from my throat at the innocent touch and my eyes flew closed as shivers coursed through my body.

"So responsive," he murmured against my lips. His lips brushed mine with every word. Then they finally closed firmly over mine. The heat was astounding as his lips tested the pressure of my own. One of his hands slid from my cheek into my hair; anchoring my head firmly where it was as if he was afraid I would move away. I realized then, dumbly, that my arms were still loosely at my side. Hesitantly I raised one hand and placed it on his waist while the other reached up to clutch one straining bicep. An almost imperceptible shudder ran through him at my touch.

I let out a small sigh of irritation when his lips left mine. His hands dropped to my own and he placed my arms gently around his neck before letting his fall to my waist; pulling our bodies more firmly together even as his lips rained slow, sweet fire down my neck. I could feel his fingers curling into the soft skin of my hips and realized I affected him just as strongly as he affected me. His lips captured mine again in a slow, drugging kiss that made my knees buckle slightly. I ran my fingers gingerly through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

He groaned softly against my lips and nipped at them ever so gently in response. When my lips parted he took his time tasting my lips thoroughly with his tongue before dipping his tongue into my mouth to caress mine. My fingers tightened in his hair as his grip on my hips became almost punishing. My own need for air angered me but he bent his head to my neck again; this time nipping the skin of my pulse point lightly with his teeth and then soothing the area with his tongue. I heard his soft laugh in response to my whimper.

"Kiss me," I demanded tugging his head from my neck. He resisted the pressure for a minute and then pressed his forehead to mine. Our noses brushed and he looked into my eyes.

"Come to bed with me," he said intently. His hazel eyes were full of hope…and dare I say fear? This man, this beautiful, vibrant, sexy, gorgeous man feared my rejection? I ran my hands tenderly through the hair at the nape of his neck again and his eyes closed briefly.

"Which way?" I asked before pressing my lips to his; this time moving forward and pressing my chest to his. I could hear his low growl as our bodies touch and at the same time feel his body as it relaxed into my own. I could feel that we were moving but I didn't even care where as our lips nipped and teased at each other's. I heard a muffled curse a second before my back hit another wall but his hand came up to shield my head from the blow.

"Sorry," he whispered into my neck reaching an arm out to flip on the light switch. The room was empty except for a King sized bed perched in the center of the room; its sheets tangled and rumpled. He released me to tug my shirt over my head and then immediately aligned my chest to his. The heat was all consuming as his bronze skin touched my cotton clad breasts. His hot hands fell to my hips again; this time without the barrier of my shirt. I don't know why his warmth was still startling but it was. He rubbed the skin of my hips soothingly before dipping his head to press our lips together.

And all of my reservations melted away, finally, and I surged against him curling my hands into his hair letting our kiss become more aggressive. His reaction was immediate. He thrust his tongue aggressively against mine at the same moment that his hands worked their way into the back of my jeans; cupping my boy short clad ass and pulling me firmly into him. Need, white hot and potent, flooded through me and I grabbed at his hair almost desperately. He didn't seem to notice. His hands roughly kneaded my cheeks as our tongues tangled together pressing me closer and closer against him.

"Too many clothes," I mumbled when he ripped his lips from mine in order to breathe. I ran my hands up and down his chest a few times as his lips worked my pulse point.

"I agree," he said, his voice muffled by my skin. Faster than I could track my jeans were pushed to the floor. "Step," he said softly bending over to help me step out of them. He ran his hands up my legs on his way back to standing up sending shivers up and down my spine. I didn't feel his fingers on the clasp of my bra but it fell away too, landing neatly on top of my jeans and discarded shirt. I lifted my arms around his neck and gasped in pure pleasure as our bare chests touched for the first time.

Hot, I was hot as his lips worked over mine, his hands teasingly rubbing my ass, his perfect bronze skin pressed to my own. It was a flood of sensations unlike any I had felt before and my knees buckled for real this time. He caught me easily and half carried me to the bed; setting me gently on the edge of it before stepping away. I watched as he moved around his room with ease bending to pick up my clothes and put them on top of the dresser I hadn't noticed, leaning over to light a few candles, the bunch of his muscles as he pushed his cutoffs over his hips before flicking off the light switch.

The candles provided the perfect lighting to highlight his beautiful body. He smiled wryly as he approached me and I realized that he was completely nude now. He dropped to his knees in front of me, sliding his hands smoothly up and down my bare thighs; sensing my slight anxiety over his size. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and I lifted my hips to allow him to pull them off. His eyes were intent as they studied my now exposed sex. After a minute shyness overcame me and I moved my hand to cover the area. He caught it easily and moved it aside. He rubbed one thumb over my folds and my legs shook with the force of the pleasure that shot through me at his touch. I fell back onto my elbows on the bed and let my eyes fall closed.

The first touch of his tongue on my swollen flesh made my eyes shoot open. I didn't realize I was struggling against him until his hand came down on my belly holding me flat as the other pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. His tongue moved across my flesh again and I swear at that moment I thought my eyes were going to roll permanently into the back of my head. As soon as he was sure I wasn't going to struggle he removed his hand from my belly and slid both of his hands under my ass. The next several minutes passed in a haze of mindless pleasure as his tongue moved smoothly; expertly over my oversensitive flesh.

The force of my orgasm shook me and I sank my hands into his hair. He moved his tongue languorously over my flesh a few more times as my body quaked and shivered. I jumped when he pecked my clit and then stood. I watched him wipe his mouth with a towel I hadn't seen as his half-closed eyes surveyed me; still lying limply on the edge of the bed. I took the time to study his body; especially his hard cock jutting out from his body almost defiantly.

"Move back," he said softly bending over my body and placing a soft kiss on one nipple. I moved back obediently until my head hit his pillows and he moved over me. His hand slid between our bodies, one finger testing my readiness. I reached a shaky hand between us and grasped him carefully in one hand. His cock was hard but the skin was so soft, like silk. His eyes watched mine carefully, looking for any uncertainty. Finding none, he slid his hand sensuously down the outside of my thigh pausing to lift my leg over his hip. I ran both hands up his chest slowly then reached one hand up to cup his cheek.

"I'm ready," I said softly. He closed his eyes and nodded his head. There was intense pressure followed by a sharp pain that made me dig my nails into his biceps. I didn't realize I was crying until I tasted the tears.

"You're going to have to relax love. Just take a few breaths," he said patiently although his voice was laced with some sort of agony. Minute by minute the pain faded leaving me to feel full. There was no other way to describe it….until he started to move. His hips moved slowly against my own testing my comfort level before his movements became more fluid. Only then did he bend forward to capture my lips in his own.

He played my body the way most people played an instrument. His thrusts sped up at one point and the pleasure had me gasping his name before he moved in a slow, drugging movement that had me arching my hips up to meet his. His gaze bored into mine, drinking in every reaction, growing more heated with every whimper that escaped me. His eyes narrowed slightly when I surged up against him; my hips moving desperately against his as I sought the release he was building.

Our movements became a blur to me as his hips thrust against mine with lightning speed. Every time I tried to close my eyes he would growl his displeasure until I kept them open; meeting his heated gaze almost blindly. And then it was like a bomb detonated. All I could do was scream his name over and over. His own groans answered mine and I felt his hot release inside of me. His hips slowed and then finally became still against my own. His lips met mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I opened my eyes to meet his.

"Thank you Paul," I whispered.