“You’re really strong.”
I was. I had felt weak for so long, and so often, I still did. While my mobility was limited, I could heft wooden slabs and haul heavy tools like my table saw. “Lie back and let me feast.”
She tangled her hands in my hair. “I want to watch.”
Lust slammed into my gut, making my abs clench. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I was afraid I might mean it.
Summer
Jonah wound his arms under my thighs and tucked himself between my legs. I propped my hands behind me. As wet as I was, he wouldn’t be able to wear this sweater out of the shop. It’d freeze to him before he got to the house.
But I wouldn’t worry about that now. I couldn’t. He lapped his tongue through my pussy and attacked my clitlike he was paying me back in pleasure for the discomfort my compliments had given him.
I hadn’t realized how uncomfortable he was with accolades for all the good things he did. He heaped responsibility onto himself, along with blame, and he’d cut himself off so people couldn’t tell him he was a good human.
And then he took me away from my thoughts. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the way he ate me up, looking both blissed out and determined.
“Jonah.” I was also getting a hell of a view right now. Watching his tongue flick and circle my clit. He’d hold my gaze with his smoldering one for a few moments and then close his eyes like my flavor was so damn good he couldn’t stand it himself.
He had on a plain white T-shirt he’d worn under the sweater, and I almost tugged it over his head. But I couldn’t risk stopping my meteoric rise to my peak.
Especially when he pinned my gaze again and inserted two fingers inside me.
A shudder ran through my body and my knees fell open wider. I watched myself rock against him. He didn’t have to move his hand. I was doing it for him. He kept pace with his tongue.
“I know I said it before,” I panted and rolled, “but you’re really good with your tongue.”
A low growl resonated from him into me. I was done.
I let my head fall back. “Jonah!” Stars exploded behind my eyes and I convulsed, my legs closing on his head, but I knew he didn’t care.
“Jonah!” I cried again because he didn’t let up. I collapsed back and gave up any semblance of control.Either my string of compliments was fueling an intense oral session or it was payback. I won no matter what.
Then he gently untangled himself from my legs. My feet were on the edge and I was exposed but too shook to care. I had to catch my breath before I could move.
His heat returned and he took my hand to help me sit up. As soon as I was upright, he lifted me and notched his cock at my entrance. I clung to him. My ass wasn’t touching the corner of the table, like he was afraid it’d be too uncomfortable.
He thrust upward and I groaned. There was nothing like being filled with him. But... I also didn’t want to hurt him. And I didn’t want to insult him.
“Jonah?” I searched his face for any sign of pain or uncertainty. I wouldn’t be offended if he dropped me.
“What was it you said about how strong I am?” His hands were a vise at my hips. He cocked his hips up as he pressed me down.
His thick length filled me, one inch at a time.
A moan left me. So damn good. “You are really fucking strong.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and cinched my legs around his waist so I could ride him. “You’ve been throwing slabs of wood around just for this moment.”
“You’re damn right I have.”
He fucked me standing up. Not one tremor traveled from him to me. His legs were strong and his face was carved with intent.
“You fuck as beautifully as you create your art.” I kissed him and nibbled on his lower lip. His whiskers tickled my mouth, but I didn’t slow the way I rode his length. His handprints would be branded on my sides. Fitting. The way we were together would forever be apart of me. After him, I couldn’t have sex if I wasn’t getting this.
The friction of our bodies sent my clit into overdrive and it was seconds before I was careening to a second climax. Unbelievable. The way it was between us? Unheard of. I’d never get this with anyone else.
Jonah was it for me.
