“Should I leave then?” He let his fingers stroke over her cheek, down to her neck, where he curled his fingers around the side of the delicate column. “If I leave, I won’t come back.” He lowered his head, touched his lips to hers, holding her gaze. “Unless you ask me nicely.”
He didn’t bother giving her time to say no. She’d had plenty of time from the second he pulled her to him.
His lips touched hers, brushed over them and he watched her gaze darken before her lashes drifted lower. He did what he should have the first time, tested her kiss, explored her lips and the need rising inside her.
He tasted her, allowed her to taste him, encouraged her to deepen the kiss, and felt her come alive in his arms. He felt it the moment her natural reserve fell away and she let herself become lost in the pleasure rising between them. Her hands pushed to his shoulders, then to his head. Blunt nails scraped over his scalp, slender fingers clenching in his hair as she rose against him, pressing as close as possible to his chest.
She made him crazy for her, intent on it, determined as he had never been in his life to make certain this woman was his …
“Damn you, Sallie. Wanting you is killing me.” His voice was tormented, filled with lust as he lifted her, dragging her dress above her thighs to allow the denim-covered length of his cock to wedge between her thighs.
His lips covered hers again, hot, hard, his tongue sinking past them to twine with hers as he ground his cock against the soft pad between her thighs.
“You’re destroying my control,” he groaned as his teeth nipped at her jaw, his lips smoothing over the little sting as the sharp caresses moved to her neck.
Sallie trembled with pleasure, at the heated touches to her flesh, his lips on her neck. His hard body moved against her as his lips took hers once again, his kiss dominant, sending exciting, sizzling pleasure washing through her.
Bracing her back against the wall, he lifted her legs until they were at his hips, his cloth-covered cock driving against her pussy. His moan was dark, dangerous as it vibrated against her lips. Like a man desperate for touch. As desperate as the woman he held.
The sound spurred her need, her hunger. She’d spent so many years untouched, alone, both inside and out, and now, Jacob’s touch was like a narcotic, an exciting, addicting liquor. And she needed more.
Jacob’s lips swept from hers to her jaw, stroking over it, claiming her flesh. He sapped any thought of resistance, left only her hunger.
Turning her head to allow her lips to press to his neck as well, she let her lips and tongue taste the tough male flesh as he kissed, nipped, and licked at hers.
He was marking her flesh again, just as she was his. His hands were beneath her rear, holding her in place as his hips rotated, driving her insane.
“I won’t make it to the damned bed,” he groaned, his voice a hard rasp as he palmed the rounded flesh of her buttocks. “I doubt I can make it to the couch.”
She didn’t care. She didn’t want him to wait. She needed him now. Once his flesh touched hers, her vows to resist, to remain alone, dissipated as though they were no more than dust.
As his lips moved over hers again, she felt him moving and seconds later, her back met the couch and at the same time Jacob reared back from her. Callused hands pushed the skirt of her dress to her hips then hooked in the band of her panties and pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. In the next breath he had her thighs spread, and a cry of shocking pleasure tearing from her.
With lips and tongue, he sent flames rocking through her senses as he found the bare, slick folds of her pussy and the swollen, far too sensitive bud of her clit.
Her feet dug into the cushions of the couch as he held her thighs apart with broad, callused hands and worked his tongue over her flesh, throwing her into such a chaos of sensation that thought was impossible.
She hadn’t known such pleasure except with him. She’d had only her memories of him, memories of the firm dominance and male hunger that spilled over her when he took her that long-ago weekend.
“Jacob…” Her fingers fisted in the cushions beneath her, hips arching to get closer, only to feel his hands sliding beneath her to clench in the swell of her buttocks.
He held her to his mouth, his tongue lashing at her flesh, circling her clit. He licked, sucked at it, as she fought to writhe beneath the torturous pleasure.
It was so good …
Her head tossed and her hands slid into the thick strands of his hair, fingers clenching as his tongue sank into the needy depths of her vagina. Moisture spilled to each thrust of his tongue as sensation, sharp and fiery, tightened through her body.
Sallie gasped for breath, a cry slipping past her lips as his lips shifted once again and his tongue raked over her clit. Each pass of his tongue over the swollen bit of flesh sent flares of jagged sensation tearing through her and pushing her closer to an edge that felt liked insanity.
“Jacob, please…” She gasped, whether for mercy or release, she wasn’t certain.
There was no mercy in his diabolical lips and wicked tongue. Each lick, each draw of his mouth and heated kiss, pushed her higher, harder.
“So good … Oh, God, Jacob…” She moaned as his lips covered her clit, drawing it tighter into his mouth, sucking it with devastating results.
The explosion that tore through her was cataclysmic. Waves of pleasure washed over her, arching her closer to his mouth, her thighs straining as his broad hands held them apart. Ecstasy swept through her in resounding explosions that shook her to the depths of her senses.
She was still reeling, attempting to make some sort of sense of the chaotic pleasure when she felt him move over her, the thick head of his cock pressing inside her.
Tremors still raced over her. Her inner muscles were clenched tight and her clit vibrated with the excess of sensation when he began forging his way inside her.
“There, sweetheart.” The graveled croon whispered at her ear as a cry tore past her lips. “That’s it. Tighten that sweet pussy on me.”
God, the pleasure.
Jacob was drowning in it.
Lowering his lips to where her neck and shoulder met, he couldn’t help the need to grip the flesh there, nip at it, suck it.
Her head went back, a cry tearing from her lips.
Jacob felt her legs lift, her knees gripping his hips, hips churning as he thrust inside her, burying his cock full length in the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever possessed.
Tight, slick flesh gripped the sensitive head and shaft, rippling over it, suckling at it like the sweetest lips. Pleasure swamped his mind, tore aside defenses and a lifetime of wariness and distrust.
Her hands gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging into the flesh. Small tremors began to race through her, the muscles of her vagina clenched tighter, stroked and sucked at his dick until the effort it took to hold back his release was more than he knew he could hold on to.
“Jacob…” Her nails bit deeper as his thrusts increased, his cock plowing harder through the fist-tight grip she had on him. “Oh God, I needed…” A broken moan tore from her.
“What, baby?” Bracing his knees, he gripped her hip with one hand, her hair with the other as he dragged her head farther to the side to allow his lips to play, to claim the sweet flesh there. “What do you need, Sallie?” he whispered at her ear. “Tell me what you needed.”