Diamonds Forever by Justine Elyot Page B

are.’
    ‘Are we?’ She thrilled at the thought, but it was also a fearful prospect.
    ‘Oh yeah. I want your arse to belong to me, and I want you to know it. I’ll be showing you as often as I can.’
    Jenna grunted and kept her head right down, waiting now for the moment of penetration.
    But it didn’t come and, after a minute or so, she turned her head to look over her shoulder.
    Jason was kneeling up, looking thoughtful.
    ‘What is it? You haven’t changed your mind?’
    ‘God, no way. Just wondering whether to have you like this, or …’ He gave her a very searching look, then ordered her on to her back.
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Really. I think I ought to be able to see your face, the first time. Otherwise you might be hating every minute, and I won’t know.’
    ‘But … is that possible?’
    ‘Of course it’s possible. Puts a little bit of strain on your back and shoulders, but you’re in good shape. You can handle it. Besides, you won’t be thinking about your shoulders, once the deed is being done.’
    Jenna took him at his word and rolled over.
    Jason braced his arms under her thighs, pulling her bottom halfway off the duvet. She rested her lower calves on his shoulders and concentrated on holding her abdominal muscles tight and still. She clasped her fingers together at the back of her neck, giving her a better centre of balance, and watched Jason’s face.
    His concentration was evident, his eyes lowered to where their bodies would meet, his hair falling over his brow. She felt the rude parting of her bottom cheeks by the tip of his lubricated cock and inhaled a sharp breath.
    ‘Easy,’ he said.
    ‘It’s … too big,’ she flapped.
    ‘It’ll fit. Trust me.’
    It took all of her determination not to try and twist sideways, out of his grip, but Jason was holding her cheeks apart, and there was clearly no escape.
    He settled in her furrow, finding her tight ring and resting against it, getting her used to the feeling before he made his move.
    ‘Feel that?’ he whispered. ‘It’s ready for you. You’re getting it.’
    ‘It won’t … work,’ she said, but she knew he would disagree.
    ‘Hold tight. I’m going to show you how wrong you are.’
    Her howl as he pushed forwards into her must have been audible all over the house. Thank goodness it was empty.
    Yet she wasn’t howling in pain. It was a visceral reaction to this very visceral feeling of intrusion. Never mind the butt plug, never mind the fingers,
this
was the ultimate crossing of the line, and now she was truly conquered and possessed.
    ‘There now,’ he said, stopping just an inch or so inside her. ‘Was I right?’
    She nodded, astonished at the feeling of being opened wider than she had thought possible.
    ‘Now, keep breathing through it, babe. This next bit might sting. Look at me. I want to see your eyes.’
    Never mind any sting, having to keep her eyes open was the most exquisite torment. She was forced to show everything she felt to Jason, without being able to hide. If she enjoyed this indignity, he would know. She couldn’t pretend, to herself or to him.
    He moved forwards again. Straight away, she began to feel a splitting pain. He was too big after all. He couldn’t go any further.
    She began to kick and cry out, shutting her eyes again.
    ‘This is the worst bit,’ said Jason. ‘But if I stop, you’ll just feel it for longer. If I carry on, it’ll be over before you know it. Shh, that’s it, that’s it, oh God, yes.’
    He was all the way in – and he was right. The pain had passed. There was still a memory of it, a residual ache, but the moment of panic had not been necessary. His whole length was seated deep inside her. She could take him all the way.
    What she couldn’t do was look at him.
    The moment was too intense, too private, even though it was shared. He couldn’t possibly experience it the way she did, as the stripping away of a final layer.
    He didn’t press her, for which she was grateful.