Hot to the point perspiration beaded on her skin, so breathless from panting and exertion she’d begun to feel like she might pass out, Chloe made another grab for Jared’s cock, bending it as she dragged it out of the crack of her ass. Apparently, it was enough to get his attention. He snatched it out of her hand and shoved it into her hole. After a few minutes of heaving and bucking, they managed penetration and Chloe gripped him tightly as he began pumping in and out of her. The wait had almost been too much. The moment he began to saw in and out of her, she felt the first tingles of imminent eruption. She dug her fingers into his back, squeezed her eyes tightly closed and held her breath as the tingles grew stronger and stronger. She gasped when the first spasm of her climax hit her, uttered a low groan of rapture as it sent rippling waves of glorious pleasure through her and then seized again, harder. By the time she reached her peak, her voice was hoarse, and he was pounding sharp little cries from her with each jolting thrust.
Jared shuddered abruptly, freezing, uttered a choked grunt and began to move again. Chloe clung to him until the last of the spasms passed and then gave up the effort to hold on, allowing her arms and legs to fall limply to the mattress. Jared sank against her, panting in her ear and sending waves of goosebumps rushing from her ear, across her shoulder and then her breasts. She shivered as the heat began to dissipate.
She’d just begun to breathe a little easier when she discovered Jared was sinking more and more heavily against her, pressing her deeper into the mattress and then compressing her lungs. As much as she enjoyed the feel of him on top of her, she began to feel a little alarmed and began shoving at his shoulders until he rolled off of her and onto the bed beside her.
She discovered he’d trapped her arm beneath his weight, but as soon as she began tugging on it he levered himself up far enough to allow her to free herself. Utterly content, she lay basking in it for a while before it dawned on her to wonder if he’d found the release he needed. Rolling onto her side, she studied his face, trying to decide if he looked relaxed. As if he sensed her perusal, he opened his eyes and stared back at her.
It disconcerted her, made her worry deepen. Lifting a hand, she lightly touched his cheek. “Did you … you know … come?”
Jared swallowed with an effort, jolted by the question. It hadn’t dawned on him until she asked to wonder if he’d pleasured her—hadn’t crossed his mind one time from the moment she opened the door. All he’d been able to think about from that time was ‘the kiss’. He’d had that firmly planted in his mind before she’d opened the door, partly because it had been driving him out of his mind to kiss her again since the first time. And partly because he’d dredged up his pleasure programming and knew that was the first step to seduction—the kiss on the lips, the kisses on her body to arouse her. He searched his mind a little frantically and finally recalled that he’d kissed her breasts, but to save his life he couldn’t recall if he’d done any of the other things that he had promised himself he would.
He would pleasure her so much that she would look at him the way she looked at Damon. She would know, when he was done, that he could pleasure her just as much as Damon even if he had been designated as a soldier and not a lover.
“Did you?” he asked warily, a sick feeling already tightening in his belly.
She closed her eyes and smiled dreamily. “Oh yeah! You can do that to me any time.”
The sick feeling vanished. An odd sort of lightness took its place, warm, like expanding air until his entire chest felt uncomfortably tight. He reached for her, feeling the softness of her skin against his palm, the yielding of her flesh beneath that as he closed his hand around her arm and drew her closer. She shifted readily to his silent demand, snuggling close enough he could feel her almost against his entire length. He could feel her cold little toes against his shins, could feel the smoothness of her legs as she rubbed them along his. Her belly was nestled against his waist, her breasts pressed to his chest just below his.
Pleasure wafted through him and still more when he filled his palm with the feel of her smooth skin, skimming his hand lightly along her back and over the little ridges of her spine just beneath the skin to cup the soft fullness of her buttocks. The scent of her hair and skin, warmed by her and their proximity, filled his nose and lungs with each breath like an intoxicant. It was not arousal—not precisely—although he felt that rising the longer she lay pressed against him and he stroked his hand over her.
He had not done any of the things that he had meant to do … because he had not been able to think beyond getting inside of her as quickly as he could.
Rolling onto his back, he carried her with him. Her weight pressed her more firmly against him and his shifted from the unexpected and completely incomprehensible pleasure of before to desire again.
Catching her shoulders, he pushed her upward until she sat up on his belly, straddling him. A look of confusion flickered across her face, but she sat perfectly still while he explored with his hands what he had only felt when she was lying against him. The smoothness of her skin, the softness of it, fascinated him. For a little while, he enjoyed merely feeling it slip along his palms and fingers as he traced them over her.
He paused finally at her breasts, cupping the soft mounds with his palms and then tested the softness with his fingers as he drew his hands away from her chest until he was merely pinching the tight, rosy buds at the tips between his fingers.
Moving his hands after a moment, he settled them on her ribs just beneath her breasts and traced the shape of her to the indentation of her waist and then over the flare of her hips and down along her thighs. His mouth watered with want and he swallowed with an effort, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “You are so beautiful, Chloe,” he said, finding his voice oddly hoarse.
She looked surprised and then pleased. When her lips began to curl upward in a smile and her eyes to gleam with delight and amusement, he caught her shoulders and drew her down again. Curling an arm tightly around her shoulders, he nestled those curving lips beneath his and sucked lightly at them.
Blood surged through him in a heated tide the moment her lips parted for him. He penetrated the heated cavern of her mouth with his tongue, intoxicated within moments by the heat and taste of her. He explored her mouth until impatience to explore the rest of her with his mouth surpassed the desire to linger and lifted his lips from hers and pushed lower to take a breast into his mouth. The hard little nub at the tip was perfect to curl his tongue around, made his groin tighten with pleasure as he sucked it.
It was for her, he reminded himself, to arouse her to pleasure, but he found it so enjoyable himself he lost track of everything else until her tugging reminded him that she had another that needed equal attention. By the time he’d thoroughly appreciated it and scooted downward further still to examine her soft belly he’d forgotten he was searching for the pleasure points. All of it pleasured him, every silky, yielding inch of her body, but her gasps had become groans and she was writhing beneath him and pulling at him until it pierced his mind that she wanted what he wanted.
Anticipation made his heart pound in his chest as frantically as hers was pounding as he shifted upward again and sought the sweet, hot cavern between her legs with the part of himself that fit her as if she had been made for him. He sucked in a harsh breath as he felt her flesh fist tightly around his cock, sending waves of tortuous pleasure through him.
His groin tightened threateningly the moment he burrowed deeply into her and he paused, counting in his mind to calm the threatening spasms before he began to move. Realizing after a moment that he wanted to see her face, he shifted onto his elbows, hunching his back until he could watch her each time he glided into her and then withdrew. He wanted to see her face when she found ecstasy, but he discovered that the longer he watched the more his control slipped.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain the rhythm that seemed to pleasure her and retain control of his body. He’d begun to despair that he could manage it when she abruptly arched her head back, arched her entire body. He felt her muscles along her channel quake as she opened her mouth and uttered a low groan. His flesh pebbled all over. His belly clenched as if someone had punched him. When she arched again, he lost his hold on himself, yielded to the urge to pump into her until he felt his own body begin to spasm. He released a choked breath, sucked in another as one convulsion passed and another hit him. His mind seemed to fragment. He drove into her mindlessly until the convulsions finally ceased and he could drag air into his lungs again.
He felt so drained in the aftermath that it took an effort to lever himself up high enough to fall off of her, but he had nearly crushed with his weight before. He was the next thing to unconscious, but that thought filtered through his mind. Relieved when he felt the mattress beneath his shoulder and hip, he released a ragged breath and allowed himself to slip toward oblivion.
Chloe turned to him, snuggling her face against his chest. “I’m glad you aren’t angry with me anymore.”
Angry? He struggled with trying to figure that out for a moment and finally gave up the fight.
Chapter Eleven
“Shifting to hyper drive in sixty seconds.”
Chloe jolted awake at the sudden announcement over the com and rolled off the bunk, slamming into the cold, metal plate of the deck hard enough it rattled her teeth.
“Fifty nine seconds.”
Bounding to her feet in panic, Chloe glanced wildly around in search of something to put on and discovered Jared was still in her bed. “We’re fixing to jump!”
