“Jacob,” she gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rasping against her sensitive nipples.
“I love these pretty tits.” His voice was hard, dark, his gaze focused on them as hunger creased his face. “And those sweet, hard little nipples.”
Holding her breath, Sallie watched as he leaned closer, his head lowering to take the tip of her breast into his mouth. Pleasure seared her nerve endings, racing from her nipple to her clit before exploding in her stomach in a riot of pleasure. Pinpoints of heat screamed through her body, exploding along her nerve endings in a rush of mind-numbing sensation.
“Jacob, yes,” she gasped, agonizing need clenching her sheath as liquid heat spilled between her thighs.
As he sucked, one hand plumped the neglected breast, his thumb stroking, rubbing the hardened tip. Sallie’s hands gripped his shoulders, fighting to hold on to him, to hold on to anything to keep her senses intact.
He sucked firmly, his teeth raked over it, his tongue flicked like a playful demon intent on sensitizing the swollen tip even further, making her desperate. Her thighs tightened on the outside of his, the engorged crest of his cock brushed against her clitoris, making the ache, the need to orgasm imperative.
“Jacob, please. I need…” She needed him now.
His palm pushed between her thighs, found the saturated folds, and parted them, stroking with a whisper touch. A second later, his fingers pierced her, two sliding deep in a shocking thrust that sent flames licking through her channel. Sallie fell back on the bed as Jacob released her nipple, her hips writhing, riding the thrust of his fingers as ecstasy rose in a hard, overwhelming wave.
Just as she was certain she’d fly, the fiery strokes were gone.
“Don’t stop.” Her demand was a gasp of agonizing need now. “Please, Jacob…” Her wail ended in a gasp as he gripped the cheeks of her ass, lifted her, and brought the slick, lush flesh between her thighs to his mouth.
Jacob tasted the sweetness, the fresh, summer heat of Sallie’s pussy and nearly spilled his seed. With her thighs spread wide, her legs resting over his arms, he held on to her, his senses completely immersed in what was rapidly becoming his favorite treat.
Only here, right here, with her cries echoing in his head, his tongue buried in the sweetest nectar he’d ever known, had he known true pleasure.
She was addicting, every taste of her, every cry, every caress he could give her, she took willingly, eagerly.
She gave herself to him completely.
As Jacob’s lips and tongue stripped her of inhibitions and pushed her closer to the edge of rapture, Sallie felt the last defenses against him disintegrate. She’d known she was his. Completely. Totally.
From the first moment his gaze touched hers all those years ago, she’d known she belonged to this man. The years apart had never changed that. And now there was no hiding from it.
Sallie arched to the wicked hunger he ate her with. His tongue thrust inside her channel, licked, and tongued her until her orgasm exploded through her with a forced that stole her breath and resistance she could have had against him.
Shaking, shuddering in his grip, her release rained to his lips and tongue as she swore each of her senses flew outside her body and met his somewhere in a realm where nothing existed but the two of them.
“We’re not finished, darlin’. Not by a long shot,” he growled, the dark, husky sound of his voice stroking her senses. “Just lie there for me, sweet and warm. Look at me now, Sallie. Let me see your pretty eyes as I fuck the sweetest pussy I’ve ever known.”
Sallie struggled to open her eyes, staring back at him, her gaze locked with his as she felt the slow, stretching penetration of his shaft invading her.
She couldn’t breathe. The steady, fiery invasion was more than she could bear. The pleasure was too much … Exquisite. Fierce.
He surged deep, hard inside her, filling her with a shocking wave of sensation that rode both pleasure and pain. Ecstasy blazed through her, brilliant and hot as her body jerked tight.
Jacob clenched his teeth, fighting the release boiling through his shaft as Sallie’s sheath gripped his cock tighter than a fist, ripping, sucking at his shaft with ever increasing waves of pure rapture. Impossible to resist, destroying his control. A groan tore from his throat as his release gripped him, destroyed him.
His seed shot from him, heavy, hot streams erupting from his cock as he thrust inside the heated grip she had on him. It was more pleasure than he’d ever known in his life. Every sense he possessed was immersed in her, owned by her.
She was his. His heart, his soul. In that moment he knew, he belonged to her as well.
Completely.
He was hers.
* * *
Sallie lay still, silent, more than an hour later, exhausted, her body still resonating with the extremity of the orgasms he’d torn from her. He’d been relentless. Tireless. Riding her through each release and extending the ecstasy until she was certain it wasn’t possible to ever be the same.
She watched now as he came out of the bathroom carrying a towel and washcloths and somehow her heart softened further as he carefully cleaned their combined releases from her thighs and the bare folds of her sex. His expression was quiet, brooding and when he returned to the bathroom, she forced back a sigh heavy with uncertainty.
He didn’t speak when he returned to the bed, pulled her into his arms, then covered both of them with the blankets that had somehow been pushed to the bottom of the bed. Silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken words and emotions, with her uncertainty and whatever he was silently contemplating.
“I should have said something when I first came to Deer Haven and realized you were here,” she said softly, feeling his arms tighten around her as she lay against his chest. “I didn’t know about the explosion. I just thought…” She swallowed tightly. “I thought you’d forgotten me.”
And the pain from that thought had been more debilitating than she’d ever believed it could be. Even the events that happened after she returned to the States, as crippling as they had been, hadn’t hurt as bad as the thought that he’d forgotten her.
“You stayed in my dreams, my fantasies.” His hand stroked down her back, his palm warm and callused, creating a delicious friction. “The night I was in introduced to you in Deer Haven, all I could think was how beautiful you were and how much you reminded me of the dreams that haunted me.” He kissed her forehead, the slope of her cheek. “And the dreams came almost nightly. Until the day you told me what I’d forgotten, and then, memories of you began returning until I could account for every second we were together.”
As she had always remembered those seconds. Remembered them and replayed them so often she thought she’d cease to exist without him.
“I wasn’t going to leave Switzerland without convincing you to come here, to the ranch, when I returned. I knew that mission had to be finished first, though. I couldn’t leave the agency until I finished it.” Regret filled his hushed tone and sliced at her heart. “But I wasn’t willing to let you go, baby. I was so determined to keep you that even after I forgot everything, you still haunted me.”
“I loved you,” she whispered. “I told myself I didn’t, for so long. But I knew better. Every part of me knew better.”