She glanced up at his face and found his eyes closed, lips parted, expression tense. Dear lord, she’d never seen a sexier man in her life. Amanda’s pu**y swelled and moistened instantly and began to throb in protest of its neglect.
He took a sudden deep breath and forced his eyes open. The predatory look in those eyes made her belly quiver. He set the bowl of fruit on the floor and then in one swift movement flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his.
“All right, Amanda. I get it. Unlike you, I can take a hint.”
She smiled up at him. “Oh? What was I hinting at?”
“You want to be f**ked senseless.”
“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I just like the feel of your c**k in my hand.”
He lowered himself onto her. Belly to belly, chest to chest. His hard body made her feel soft, feminine. The coarse hairs on his legs made hers feel smooth, sensual. His skin felt cool everywhere they touched. Most likely because she was on fire.
“I think you’d prefer the feel of my c**k buried deep inside you,” he whispered in her ear. He nibbled her earlobe and then dropped soft, sucking kisses along the side of her neck. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his body, splaying her hands over his lower back. His hands rested on either side of her ribcage, each thumb stroking the outer curves of a breast.
Blood raced through her body as her heart beat faster and faster. Her flesh heated. She wanted every inch of her body to know every inch of his. His mouth shifted to the other side of her neck, drawing a groan of torment from the back of her throat. Just that amount of contact had her ni**les hard against his muscular chest and her core achy and as hot as molten lava. She spread her legs, opening herself to him, wanting just what he’d said she was after—the feel of his c**k buried deep inside her.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”
“That’s nice,” he murmured, sliding downward. He dragged his mouth over every inch of her shoulders, her collarbones and the depression between them where her pulse was racing out of control. Beneath his kisses, her flesh came alive, every nerve-ending in tune with pleasure and need. The thumbs still stroking the sides of her br**sts were starting to drive her crazy. She needed those rhythmic caresses against her throbbing ni**les, not the less sensitive sides of her br**sts. Jacob moved down to rub his sensual sucking lips against the tops of her br**sts. His thumbs shifted closer to her ni**les, still stroking back and forth, still making her acutely aware of how hard her ni**les were. She could probably cut diamonds with those things.
“Jacob, please.”
“Please, what?” he said against her breastbone.
“My ni**les.”
“Are beautiful,” he said.
His hands shifted beneath her br**sts, lifting them, pressing them closer together. His thumbs stroked the inner, under-curves of the over-sensitized mounds of flesh, and his tongue darted in and out between them. Impossibly, her ni**les hardened even further. Her womb clenched. Oh God, if he’d just brush one peak at this point, she’d explode.
Still holding her br**sts together, now massaging just beneath her straining ni**les with both thumbs, Jacob moved his mouth to her belly. She moaned in protest.
“Please, Jacob.”
“Please, what?”
“My ni**les are driving me insane.”
“That’s nice.” He rubbed his lips over every inch of her stomach between her ribs and her navel. When he started nibbling just beneath her belly button, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she pushed down. Go down, Jacob. Down. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of both br**sts, and her back arched. She tried to tug his head up. Come up, Jacob. Up. Up or down, she didn’t care, as long as he stopped making her crazy with need and gave her aching, throbbing parts some relief.
He continued lower, and her hands slipped from his head. She clung to the sofa cushions to keep herself from plucking desperately at her ni**les. Jacob spread her legs wide and sucked on the insides of her thighs. She became delirious, her hips rocking involuntarily, her head tossing back and forth, a constant stream of moans and groans erupting from her parted lips. Jacob’s tongue traced chaotic patterns inches from her swollen pu**y. Sweet, torturous agony. She’d never needed to be f**ked so badly in her life.
His tongue brushed her clit. She jerked, her butt rising off the sofa to angle herself for easy penetration. He licked the center of her sopping wet seam. One long continuous brush of his tongue. Oh God, finally, yes. Amanda shuddered hard, seeking orgasm, so close, so close. If he would just … His mouth moved to the shaved area of her mound, right next to the narrow strip of hair at the middle. He suckled and nibbled either side, drawing her attention to the wet, achy center of her body.
“Jacob, please.”
“Are your ni**les still driving you insane?”
“No, yes. Please. Just . . . ”
His tongue brushed her clit, and her pu**y clenched hard.
“Yes, that. Don’t stop.”
“Oh. I thought you were ready for me.”
She could hear the teasing in his voice and wanted to slap him in frustration. Unfortunately, her mind seemed incapable of controlling her body at the moment.
“I’ll keep going then,” he said.
Jacob sucked one of her outer lips into his mouth. Pleasuring it with nibbles and licks and suction until Amanda’s pu**y was clenching rhythmically with the tease of an orgasm that just would not come.
Jacob’s hand moved from her breast; she heard the slide of a wooden drawer. Both of his hands were off of her now. The rustle of a wrapper reached her ears. He pulled his mouth free to suck a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, I’m hard for you.”
He shifted up the sofa, settling his hips between her thighs. His knee slipped under one side of her ass, lifting her at an angle. He had the other foot on the floor for leverage. Entranced, she stared at him as he grabbed his c**k in one hand, opened her pu**y wide with the other and then slipped inside her. She exploded instantly, her body jerking with hard spasms of dizzying release. She screamed his name, hands reaching for him desperately but unable to find him.
“You really were ready for me,” he said, shifting his leg out from under her now so he could thrust more easily.
All the things he’d denied her before, he gave her. He leaned over her to suck her ni**les, filled her deeply, rubbed against her clit with each deep churning stroke. She sobbed as her body fought to find a second release. One hadn’t been enough to break all the tension he’d created in her body.
He took a sudden deep breath and forced his eyes open. The predatory look in those eyes made her belly quiver. He set the bowl of fruit on the floor and then in one swift movement flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his.
“All right, Amanda. I get it. Unlike you, I can take a hint.”
She smiled up at him. “Oh? What was I hinting at?”
“You want to be f**ked senseless.”
“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I just like the feel of your c**k in my hand.”
He lowered himself onto her. Belly to belly, chest to chest. His hard body made her feel soft, feminine. The coarse hairs on his legs made hers feel smooth, sensual. His skin felt cool everywhere they touched. Most likely because she was on fire.
“I think you’d prefer the feel of my c**k buried deep inside you,” he whispered in her ear. He nibbled her earlobe and then dropped soft, sucking kisses along the side of her neck. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his body, splaying her hands over his lower back. His hands rested on either side of her ribcage, each thumb stroking the outer curves of a breast.
Blood raced through her body as her heart beat faster and faster. Her flesh heated. She wanted every inch of her body to know every inch of his. His mouth shifted to the other side of her neck, drawing a groan of torment from the back of her throat. Just that amount of contact had her ni**les hard against his muscular chest and her core achy and as hot as molten lava. She spread her legs, opening herself to him, wanting just what he’d said she was after—the feel of his c**k buried deep inside her.
“Jacob,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”
“That’s nice,” he murmured, sliding downward. He dragged his mouth over every inch of her shoulders, her collarbones and the depression between them where her pulse was racing out of control. Beneath his kisses, her flesh came alive, every nerve-ending in tune with pleasure and need. The thumbs still stroking the sides of her br**sts were starting to drive her crazy. She needed those rhythmic caresses against her throbbing ni**les, not the less sensitive sides of her br**sts. Jacob moved down to rub his sensual sucking lips against the tops of her br**sts. His thumbs shifted closer to her ni**les, still stroking back and forth, still making her acutely aware of how hard her ni**les were. She could probably cut diamonds with those things.
“Jacob, please.”
“Please, what?” he said against her breastbone.
“My ni**les.”
“Are beautiful,” he said.
His hands shifted beneath her br**sts, lifting them, pressing them closer together. His thumbs stroked the inner, under-curves of the over-sensitized mounds of flesh, and his tongue darted in and out between them. Impossibly, her ni**les hardened even further. Her womb clenched. Oh God, if he’d just brush one peak at this point, she’d explode.
Still holding her br**sts together, now massaging just beneath her straining ni**les with both thumbs, Jacob moved his mouth to her belly. She moaned in protest.
“Please, Jacob.”
“Please, what?”
“My ni**les are driving me insane.”
“That’s nice.” He rubbed his lips over every inch of her stomach between her ribs and her navel. When he started nibbling just beneath her belly button, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she pushed down. Go down, Jacob. Down. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of both br**sts, and her back arched. She tried to tug his head up. Come up, Jacob. Up. Up or down, she didn’t care, as long as he stopped making her crazy with need and gave her aching, throbbing parts some relief.
He continued lower, and her hands slipped from his head. She clung to the sofa cushions to keep herself from plucking desperately at her ni**les. Jacob spread her legs wide and sucked on the insides of her thighs. She became delirious, her hips rocking involuntarily, her head tossing back and forth, a constant stream of moans and groans erupting from her parted lips. Jacob’s tongue traced chaotic patterns inches from her swollen pu**y. Sweet, torturous agony. She’d never needed to be f**ked so badly in her life.
His tongue brushed her clit. She jerked, her butt rising off the sofa to angle herself for easy penetration. He licked the center of her sopping wet seam. One long continuous brush of his tongue. Oh God, finally, yes. Amanda shuddered hard, seeking orgasm, so close, so close. If he would just … His mouth moved to the shaved area of her mound, right next to the narrow strip of hair at the middle. He suckled and nibbled either side, drawing her attention to the wet, achy center of her body.
“Jacob, please.”
“Are your ni**les still driving you insane?”
“No, yes. Please. Just . . . ”
His tongue brushed her clit, and her pu**y clenched hard.
“Yes, that. Don’t stop.”
“Oh. I thought you were ready for me.”
She could hear the teasing in his voice and wanted to slap him in frustration. Unfortunately, her mind seemed incapable of controlling her body at the moment.
“I’ll keep going then,” he said.
Jacob sucked one of her outer lips into his mouth. Pleasuring it with nibbles and licks and suction until Amanda’s pu**y was clenching rhythmically with the tease of an orgasm that just would not come.
Jacob’s hand moved from her breast; she heard the slide of a wooden drawer. Both of his hands were off of her now. The rustle of a wrapper reached her ears. He pulled his mouth free to suck a breath through his teeth. “Fuck, I’m hard for you.”
He shifted up the sofa, settling his hips between her thighs. His knee slipped under one side of her ass, lifting her at an angle. He had the other foot on the floor for leverage. Entranced, she stared at him as he grabbed his c**k in one hand, opened her pu**y wide with the other and then slipped inside her. She exploded instantly, her body jerking with hard spasms of dizzying release. She screamed his name, hands reaching for him desperately but unable to find him.
“You really were ready for me,” he said, shifting his leg out from under her now so he could thrust more easily.
All the things he’d denied her before, he gave her. He leaned over her to suck her ni**les, filled her deeply, rubbed against her clit with each deep churning stroke. She sobbed as her body fought to find a second release. One hadn’t been enough to break all the tension he’d created in her body.
