“How open you are. How you share your body with me. You don’t hide. You don’t cover yourself. You don’t freeze up, or stifle yourself. You let me know what you want—and what you enjoy.”
I wasn’t really sure how to respond to that, but it didn’t matter. As soon as he’d said the words, he pinned me to the mattress again, taking my mouth as he cupped the back of my knee and lifted it, then took me in a single thrust.
25. Let Go
SOUNDTRACK:We Found Loveby Ali Christenhusz, 2WEI, and Tiffany Aris
~ DIADRE ~
My breath stopped as pleasure washed through me from my scalp, all the way down to the soles of my feet. Jann had always brought my body alive—and the matebond increased the wonderful sensations, because we could feel each other’s desire and pleasure too, but there was something new in my body. A new thrill—a new response.
He took me deep and moaned my name, and the hair all over my body stood to attention. Then he arched those beautiful shoulders over me and eased away, sliding slowly from me in a tingling shudder that had me grasping for more. And it didn’t stop. Gasping, groaning, gripping—we moved together. Every inch he took, a new world of delight. And every broken breath gasped, as he left me pleading for more.
But, despite the fact that he had my body thrilling, twitching, hips bucking, he didn’t pick up the pace. When he wasn’t kissing me, he held himself above me, watching me, his eyes dragging as slowly as his body, watching my mouth, my throat, my breasts.
I clawed and arched, pleaded and gasped—and couldn’t see past the blind pleasure he sparked in me, until it was too much. My bodytrembledwith unspent need.
With a whispered curse, as he let his head fall, trembling when he eased out of me, I grasped both his shoulders and pushed him to my side.
His eyes flew open, and he let his weight drop. “Are you sick, Dee? Do you need—”
“I needmore,”I hissed, clambering onto him with my teeth gritted as he rolled away, blinking.
“But—”
“No buts. I need you.”
I heaved at him until he was on his back. Then I crawled onto him, straddling his hips and bracing a hand on his chest to hold myself up, as I found him with the other hand and positioned him.
“Dee, let me roll you over, it might be too much when you’re—”
I shot him a glare. “You’re never too much for me, Jann.” Then I slid down on him and took him to the hilt.
Jann’s fingers dug into my hips and he swore, as I let my head fall back and leaned back with the relief of finally having him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned as I rode him, my hips rolling as surely as they ever did on horseback. “You’re stunning. I was so scared tonight, Dee. You have no idea. Seeing you like this now…” He trailed off, but one hand came up to my breast, cupping and kneading, his calloused thumb playing over my nipple and sending delicious jolts through my body to meet the pleasure singing where we joined.
For a time, I closed my eyes and just swam in the joy of him, gripped his forearms and let myself rock, let my body’s thrill build.
Jann kept gasping about how beautiful I looked on top of him. Then, as my head sagged and my shoulders began to roll, he pulled his knees up behind me and urged me to rest back against them.
Which I did—and the change of angle touched something within me that wasdesperate.I gasped, and arched back further.
“Let go,” he rasped. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”
I did as he instructed, my hands trailing back, still riding him, but my body loose and bowed.
“Yessssssss…” he hissed. “Let go, just like that. You’re gorgeous—keep going, Dee. Don’t stop.Shit…do you feel that?”
I nodded, tightening on him as he tested the limits within me, thrilling my flesh. His hands trailed my body—my breasts, my waist, my hips—and he described every one to me—the softness of my thighs when he pulled me a little forward and we both groaned at the new angle. The nip of my waist when he fit his palms in it and held me down to meet him.
The soft fill of my breasts in his hands when we moved faster and they bounced with every thrust.
“…there is no softer skin than here,” he said hoarsely, teasing fingers down the insides of my thighs that were spread wide, as I settled my weight to take as much of him as I could. My skin prickled and pebbled where his fingers teased. “I know how you taste,” he growled. “I know the salt on the skin under your ear. I know the soft sweetness of your mouth, I know the honey of your need for me—dear God!”
I gasped, and bounced on him with desperation. He’d pressed my need higher and higher. I trembled with it, my body clenching on him.
“Please…Jann, please!”
