The nascent ache inside her sex became a full-on assault of greedy nerve endings as his tongue languorously stroked her before turning into butterfly flickers focused entirely on the one place she existed in the universe, stripped down to the essence of herself. “Jake,” her voice cried out on a note, low and primal. She didn’t recognize the sound as her own.
Her fingers wove through, then clutched at his hair, and her body tensed, suspended on the edge of a sensation that provoked, teased, taunted her . . . just out of reach . . . her sex swelling into a glorious blossom on the verge of effulgence.
All she needed wasone. . . “Oh,” she moaned . . .two. . . “Please,” she begged . . .three. . . “More,” she demanded . . . flicks of his talented, capable tongue, and her back arched before her body shattered and she cried out. The universe reversed itself and unfolded, expanding to an infinity that stretched beyond her wildest imagining on a wave of pleasure that crested over and over again, transforming her into nothing more than a heap of tingly nerve endings.
His gaze caught hers from his place below and held as he rose to a stand, corded muscles flexing and releasing effortlessly. He angled his head forward, and her eyes drifted shut in pleasure when his mouth found the sensitive cup of her ear. “Lie back. I would see you better.”
Desire flared hotter as she stepped back and did as she was told. Skirts bunched above her waist, again her gaze found his. She felt no shame at this exposure, his eyes, nearly black with desire, taking in her bare legs, her bare sex. Hunger for more of him was all she felt.
Even after the universe had opened its secrets to her, she wanted more. And it was everything.
“You steal my breath away,” he said, his voice a ragged whisper.
A surge of womanly confidence buoying her, she came to her knees before him and loosened her bodice, shrugging it off until it lay draped loosely over her hips. His pupils dilated at the sight of her, spiking her desire higher.
She leaned forward, bringing her breasts into contact with the front of his shirt while her hands trailed lower until they arrived at the open fastenings of his trousers. His manhood strained in anticipation of her touch. “This,” she whispered as her fingertips glided across his pulsating member, “is what I really want.”
Her sex quivered with the want, the utterneed, to take him inside her. Impatiently, she pressed her body into full contact with his. It mattered not that they were partially clothed, reduced as she was to this need to join their bodies.
With one hand she pulled him forward before pushing him back onto the bed, his body laid out for her like a feast. A feeling of power, heady and bright, overtook and guided her. She swung her legs around to straddle him, positioning herself above him, her fingers reaching down and encircling his long, hard shaft. A sharp hiss sounded through his teeth, ratcheting her desire higher, her gaze locked onto his, the tip of his swollen shaft poised, ready, at the opening of her sex. She’d never felt so empty in her life.
It was slowly and deliberately that she lowered herself onto him, inch by divine inch, until she held as much as she could take, but not all he had to offer. A moan ripped through her, and her eyes fluttered shut from the absolute hedonistic bliss of it. She might have stayed like this forever, luxuriating in the delicious pain of her body stretched to its limit, but he had other ideas.
His hands gripped her waist and began sliding her up and down his rigid length, releasing another wave of pleasure through her. Oh, the pleasure . . . it was endless. She felt limitless.
A rhythm to their motion established itself as their bodies moved in unified desire. The now familiar tension in her sex began winding tight, but this time she sensed the same tension coiling his body with every stroke and thrust. She glanced down to find his piercing eyes closed, his beautiful features taking on a quality of abandon, unexpected and strangely intimate. It did something to her insides completely at odds with the uncomplicated liaison she’d sought today.
She let the thought fly away as she closed her eyes andfelt.Him. Insideher.
“I’m not sure how much longer . . .” his voice trailed off as he cupped her breasts and squeezed her puckered nipples between his fingertips. Her back and neck arched, pushing her breasts forward. Raw desire spiraling higher, his hands returned to her waist, and the easy slide became a demanding thrust.
A bead of sweat trickled between her breasts. The muscles of his stomach contracted into hard, defined segments when he lifted his head to catch the salty bead with his tongue on an upward thrust of his hips, his manhood encased to the hilt in her sex.
Again, she cried out. This time with more ferocity, their mutual need escalating. Her legs took over the hard, relentless rhythm. His hand cupped her bottom and stabilized the motion as greed formore,againovertook her.
“That’s it,” he said, his words a muttered staccato. “Oh, yes.”
Again, the glorious tension found and teased and licked at her until . . . until it had toyed with her enough and allowed her release, her sex a fluttery pulse around his hot, rigid shaft.
His fingers reached beneath her chin and tugged, a silent demand. His eyes locked onto hers, and she couldn’t look away. Even as he thrust inside her, the slick length of him sliding in and out, the most exquisite pain . . . the most exquisite pleasure . . . his gaze held her in its thrall.
His hands clutched her hips, and he flipped them around, reversing their positions, his body now atop hers. His eyes drifted shut as the thrust of his hips, the slide of his cock built, faster, harder toward—
His body tensed, his shout echoed through the room, and release caught him in its unrelenting teeth. At the very last moment, he pulled out of her and spent his seed onto the bed before collapsing beside her, the ragged in and out of uneven breath the only sound in the room.
Through the haze of enervation and satiety came the thought that she’d been a fool in coming here. She hadn’t extinguished the flame between them.
She’d only stoked it higher.
~ ~ ~
“Ahem,” Jake heard as if from a great distance.
His eyes creaked open to the sight of a woman’s unclad back.Olivia’sunclad back.
“If you will please secure my fastenings, I shall be on my way.”
He rolled onto his side and pushed himself up into a seated position, his hazy languor giving way to a feeling resembling alarm. He had no idea what to expect from her, but a presented back and a business-like tone wasn’t it.
