My thoughts are scattered, pinging through my brain as I chase my orgasm. Why did he ask that?
Then it hits me. His cum is still on his fingers. He’s fucking me with the hand he jerked off on. And then I’m coming so hard, I’m gasping and crying and probably wasted forever.
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Jonah
The first taste of Clara might as well be the death of me.
Licking her juices off my fingers, knowing she was turned on enough watching me that she touched herself…damn. It literally brings me to my knees. Nothing in my life prepared me for tasting her pussy, for feeling her clench around my fingers as she comes, for hearing her say she’s mine.
It just might be the most transcendent experience of my life.
The last tremor of her orgasm is still coursing through her body when I stand, picking her up as I do. Her legs go around my waist, her hands on my shoulders. Her mouth, hot and moist, is on my neck as I carry her into the cabin and then kick the door closed behind us.
Only then do I let her slide down my body.
I’m already hard again. How could I not be after eating her out? Every instinct I have is screaming for me to bury myself in her. To fuck her. Again and again.
But I need more than a hot cunt around my dick. I need her. I need to know that she knows what she’s doing and who she’s doing it with.
The second her feet touch the ground, her hands are at the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head. It falls to the floor with a drenched thump. I grab her hands in mine before she shoves my pants down.
I circle her wrists in one hand and hold them up over her head so her body arches towards me. Holy shit, she’s gorgeous. All soft curves—big tits, wide hips, a soft belly. Everything I’ve ever loved about the female body, then dialed up to eleven. She wants me.
And she’smy wife.
Goddamn. I nearly come again just thinking that.
I reach down and give my dick another squeeze because I need a fucking minute here.
I need to think.
Because as much as I want to fuck her—and trust me, I really fucking want to fuck her—I want more than that from her. I need more than that.
“Hey, Peanut.”
She arches closer, her tits rubbing against my chest. She arches up onto her feet and sinks her teeth into the skin of my neck, needy and demanding.
“Eyes up here,” I order, grasping her hip and putting just enough room between us to get her attention.
When her gaze meets mine, it’s glazed and darkened with desire. Her lips are moist and parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Jonah?” She licks her lips. “What? Why won’t you…?”
She doesn’t complete the question. Doesn’t even seem to know what she’s asking for.
Which is why I made myself stop. Because she’s nearly mindless with want.
“You’re mine. Not just now. Not just tonight.”
She looks at me, frowning. Pouting almost. “You don’t even like me.”
“I have said this before.” I skim my hand up over her hip and the curve of her waist to cup her breast and thumb her nipple. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Her gaze narrows, and she gives her wrists a tug.
I let her go. Not because I want to, but because there’s no fucking way I’m holding a woman in place who doesn’t want it.
