“Like what you see?” Her mouth hitched up in a smile.
“Tease.” He glided his tongue across her other nipple.
“Yes, more.”
He stroked the curve of her soft bottom lip. She swiped her pretty pink tongue over his fingertip, trying to draw it into her warm mouth, but he pulled back and jerked off his shirt. After he stripped off his jeans and underwear, she pushed him down on the mattress and swirled her amazing tongue across his chest. Ah, fuck. His muscles bunched as she trailed her decadent kisses down his abs and upper right thigh, circumventing his needy, straining cock.
“Marissa, kiss him.” He pumped his shaft as she teased her fingernails through the hair on his leg. Goosebumps followed her touch. She slapped away his hand and grasped him. Yes! Her hot touch scorched him. She tugged with wicked, deliberate slowness that shot off fireworks in his head. He gripped the pillows and barely breathed as her talented fingers pressed harder on the shaft but gentled on his aching sac.
“You want a kiss?” She scooted down his legs and licked the crease between his balls.
“Goddamn it.” He slammed a pillow against the headboard. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“Of course, I do.” She lowered her head toward his bulging shaft.
Her silky locks trailed across his stomach, groin, and thighs. Every bone in his body buckled as her soft, wet tongue swiped over his bulging head. His cock thrust against her cheek of its own accord—not that he would stop the demanding thing if he could. She licked the hard length before she clamped her lips around him and blew hot air against him. He bucked his hips to push all the way into her mouth.
She released him with a popping sound.
“Fucking hell, baby.” Jarrett gasped. He clutched her shoulders and forced her closer to his cock. “Please, now.” As she finally engulfed him, rockets launched in his mind. He gripped her shoulders harder and bucked inside her, forcing her to take his rigid shaft deeper. Her growl of lust vibrated through him, clenching his groin. Each suck, lick, and swallow drove him closer to the edge of bliss. Stars danced in his eyes.
“Stop, enough.” He pulled her head up and fumbled with the button of her jeans. “Take this damn thing off.” He jerked on the denim with shaky hands.
She scooted away and stripped off the jeans, along with her Christmas-striped panties. “Tell me what you want.” She straddled his thighs and slid her moist center against him. “I won’t do anything unless you tell me.”
“W-what?” Her enticing words curled another blast of heat in his veins. How did she expect him to speak without stumbling over his words, especially when she teased and tortured him? He swallowed hard to find his voice. “Now. Please.”
She shook her head. “You have to do better than that.”
He dug his fingers against her waist and groaned. “Fuck me. Now.”
She hummed and continued to slide her clit along his bulbous head. “Don’t you want me to do this?” She grasped her breasts and pinched her puckered nipples.
“Hell, yeah.” He covered her hands with his and squeezed a little roughly.
“What about this?” Marissa maneuvered her hands free and buried her fingers in the patch of wiry hair between his pecs.
Air lodged in his throat as she lightly scratched a path down his stomach to the coarse pubes surrounding his cock. Then she fingered his tight nipples and scraped her teeth across the hard, flexing muscles in his abdomen. Jesus. The woman would kill him.
She bit a small scar and licked away the sting.
Pleasure shot through him. Would she bite him again? She brushed fast kisses up his chest and nibbled his neck with hard sucks and pulls. He bucked against her, seeking the entrance into her body, but the beguiling woman slid away.
She pumped his cock and edged it closer to her center. “Now tell me what you want.”
“Fucking hell.” He clutched her tighter as his weeping head crested her vaginal entry. No, he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until she gave him permission. “What I want—what I need—is for you to torment me like this for the rest of our lives.”
She stilled. Her eyes widened. She caressed his cheek and lowered herself on his cock.
“Finally!” He guided her down to the hilt. So good. As she gyrated, her hair flying and breasts bouncing, he bit his tongue to hold off an early flight to the moon. How he wanted that trip! He fingered her swollen clit and pushed deeper inside her. He thrust so hard, so fast, that his balls slapped her ass.
She whimpered and flung her head back. “God, yes.”
His every thrust dragged a succulent moan from her mouth. Sweat slicked their skin and aided the sensuous glide of her body on his.
A sharp cry left her mouth. She slapped his chest and ground harder on his shaft.
Liquid warmth rushed around him. Her sweet cries echoed in his ears. Wildfire burned through him as he pushed harder, pulled out, and slammed back in. “Fuck!” He exploded as his rocket finally launched.
