Page 70 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

“Mmmm, good morning, handsome.” Her body quivered, eyes closed, and body arched as she slid to the base of him. “Aah…” Her head fell back. Tingles covered her as she moved her hips up and down, becoming reacquainted with his thickness.

Straightening her body to withstand him, Carla leaned forward, stretching her arms up his torso. She ground on his dick, her nipples hardening and her mind spinning as pleasure consumed her. The hammock glided side to side, and a tepid breeze flew over them.

Warm, robust hands slid up Carla’s back to her neck, where Jacob drew her mouth to his and sucked in her tongue.

Heat split through them, and they moaned, making love as the hammock swung from left to right, circling a gust of wind that combatted the sizzle of their flesh.

It was as if they were in a dream—one filled with passion, desire, and unimaginable love.

Riding him slowly, and being led by his rhythm, had Carla in paradise. Last night, Jacob taught her what it was like to be manhandled with no regrets. It was the mindfuck of a lifetime, and she wanted more of it—every second of every minute that she could call her own.

His grip on her ass, the way his hands commanded her with strong finger strokes pressing in her flesh, melted Carla to the bone. She wanted to be fucked by him over and over.

The feeling was mutual.

For Jacob, being with someone who led his heart and gave as much vigor when they sexed as he threw back set him on fire. There was nowhere else he wanted to be. His desire to have Carla in every way filled him to the rim.

His hips undulated, driving his dick into her pussy, back and forth, drilling, grinding.

“Aah…sss…baby,” she purred, fulfilled and utterly stimulated.

“You’re so beautiful, Carla.” He kissed her lips, sucked in her tongue in a slurp, and spoke again. “So painstakingly gorgeous and passionate. I…” He tasted her mouth again as if he just couldn’t get enough of her flavor. His hands framed her face as they kissed, tongues surfing together. Their shared oxygen sustained them, and their bodies’ song mobilized them.

“You’re the only one I want. Stay with me.” His hands glided back down her body, his fingers dipping into her ass, adding pressure to her grind.

He whispered from Carla’s lips down her chin. Sweet melodies of compliments, giving her honor and praise.

She was in ecstasy. “Ooooh, Jacob…” Carla’s moans lifted in the air, carrying notes that surrounded them on their private villa.

Her desire strengthened his orgasm, and he slipped his hands to her derriere again, gripping her cheeks and slamming her pussy back and forth—driving their pleasure.

“Aaaah, Jacob, I’m coming, baby, baby, baby,” she purred.

Jacob drew from her lips, dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth, and growled into her flesh as they came together.

“Ooooh!”

The pulsation between them was heavy, wet, and invigorating. Tingles drove up and down their flesh, and Carla collapsed onto his chest.

Jacob’s arms covered her, and their heartbeats matched as they laid close, coming down off a high they never wanted to leave behind.

Carla lifted her head just enough to look into his gaze.

“I love you,” they said simultaneously.

Eyes wide, both Jacob and Carla were surprised.

“Are you serious—Do you mean it?” Again they spoke at once. Jacob’s lips spread in a sexy grin, and Carla’s tinkering laugh thrilled his libido.

“I do,” Jacob affirmed. “I love you, Carla Jones.”

Her heart fluttered up a storm, and her eyes misted, her breath caught in her throat.

“I do.” He kissed her chin. “I do.” He kissed her face. “I really do.” He kissed her lips, and she sucked in a breath.

“I really love you, too, Jacob.”

He grabbed her neck and pulled her to him, and their kiss set off fireworks that got them riled up yet again.

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