GLASS_ A Standalone Novel - Arianne Richmonde Page 0,118
I don’t deserve you.”
“Stop procrastinating already and come here. I don’t know about you, but I want to . . . well, you know exactly what I want, Mr. Glass.”
21
Janie.
MR. GLASS. HMM, I’d be Mrs. Glass soon. A thrilled shiver shimmied up my spine at the thought of it. Janie Jessica Glass. Nice. Although I guessed I’d keep Janie Cole for acting as I’d already made a name for myself. Or maybe Janie Cole-Glass. I’d mull that one over.
I observed Daniel as he stood before me, nude, in all his glory. My God, the man was handsome. Like a Greek god, but even better because Greek gods weren’t half as well endowed—at least going by the statues at the Met.
But, by the expression in his eyes, I could tell that he was fearful about hurting me. I lay on the bed, waiting for him like an Italian mobster’s wife whose husband is so much more worldly. I truly felt like a virgin. His cock was so huge and hard, and every step he took closer to the bed had my heart beating in an excited fear. Yes, fear. There was something dark about Daniel Glass. A flick of the eye, a twitch of the jaw. I never knew where his mood was going, or coming from, and it frightened me. I held him too much in awe, perhaps, so I had often tried to compensate by being sassy and cocky, nonchalant, as if I weren’t head over heels for him. Sex with Daniel was amazing, but it was the closeness I craved, the desire to make him need me and nobody else. It was a mental thing, not just physical. Orgasms like the ones he gave me didn’t just come from his clever tongue or the way he fucked me so perfectly, knowing when to slow down and when to pound my ass off, when to be gentle or when to be rough. It was more to do with the way that he was so committed and intense, so in the moment. With me. Just me. There for me, one hundred percent. As if he revered me, worshipped my body.
I knew this kind of love and connection was one in a million.
I was one lucky girl.
So lucky I was terrified it would all go away.
He lay beside me on the bed, so we were face to face, chest to chest, and he stared into my eyes with a gaze of such longing, such profundity, as if to say, You and I are for life, please don’t ever let me down.
“I won’t ever let you down.” I whispered it like a secret. My mouth on his mouth.
“I know.”
“I love you,” I said seriously.
“I know.”
I was waiting for him to repeat the same words, but he just continued with his quiet perusal of my eyes, my face.
“Do you love me too?” I sounded so childish.
“Love . . . love doesn’t even begin to encompass the way I feel about you, Janie. What we have is love and far beyond love.”
I could feel his huge erection poised at the base of my entrance. His words send a shot of liquid heat to my core and a bolt of desire to my clit. My brain connected so intrinsically to my organs—knowing he felt that way made me so confident, so extraordinary. And above all, sexy. I wriggled into the perfect position, my hands on his shoulders to anchor myself into target position. His cock flexed and I whimpered. I could sense the soft head enter me just a touch.
“Oh God,” I cried out.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Wet for fucking,” I joked, instantly regretting what had popped out of my mouth, wishing I hadn’t turned this spiritual moment into a crass pun.
I laid my hand on his heart. It was thumping so hard in his chest I momentarily panicked. Doctors’ orders: Keep Daniel calm, don’t let him get emotionally excited.
He started prodding me with his erection, in and out, just a millimeter, his eyes hooded with lust. He was groaning and, by the way he was grimacing, he was obviously forcing himself not to ravage me.
“This is no good, Janie, you’ll have to get on top and control the pace. I don’t trust myself. Use me. Use me to get yourself off.” In one swift movement he had me on top, straddling him. I took his cock in my hand and guided it inside me, groaning with pleasure as I did so.