Page 43 of Loved By You

“If you don't tell me to stop, sweetheart, I might have to have another taste of you...”

He swallows, his throat bobbing “... and this time, I don't think I’ll be able to stop,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.

I lick my lips, my tongue grazing his lips, and he lets out a groan.

His jaw flexes and his eyes close, as if he's having an internal battle

Kiss me,I silently beg.

“Fuck it,” he growls, as his free hand grabs the back of my neck in a possessive grip, crashing our lips together and devouring me. I've never been kissed like this. With so much want.

His hips grind into mine and my body moves on its own, rocking into him as my hands fist his hair. It's a sensory overload; his scent, the taste of whisky, his touch.

He breaks away, locking eyes with mine. I don’t know how long we’ve been kissing, but my lips feel swollen, my chest heaving.

“You have no idea how badly I want you.”

I want the chance to feel what it might be like to be his. “Please, don't stop,” I beg.

Chapter Eighteen

Jack

The way she begs me not to stop has me desperately clinging onto my control. I want her, but I need to slow things down. I don't want to rush this. I can’t, not with her. She's not a meaningless hook up I fuck in my office. She's Ria. But I've been fighting the urge to make a move for months and now she's given me permission, I'm not wasting another second questioning it. I want to savor everything about her.

Leaning down, my nose brushes against hers just as she lets out a perfect little gasp that makes me even harder. God, this woman drives me wild. My mouth is back on hers in an instant and with every swipe of her tongue, I begin to unravel.

I trail my hands down her sides, bunching her skirt up until her soft skin meets my palms as I grab her ass to lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips. I align us right where we both needfriction and push into her center. Pulling back to look at her face, her swollen lips, hooded lust-filled eyes that are staring at me, my heart skips a beat. "Do you know how long I've wanted to kiss you like this?" My kisses trail back up her neck, along her jawline. Biting down on her lower lip, I tug and she rewards me with another moan.

We kiss like we’re starved. It doesn't feel enough. The need for her is so strong, I tighten my grip on her hips, as she weaves her hands in my hair and whimpers against my mouth.

Spinning us around, I carry her to the couch, laying her down, my body hovering over hers. I press open-mouth kisses down her neck, but she doesn’t let me go and something possessive streaks into my chest. She said she wants it, but now she’s showing me with her body.

“Jack… please.” Her voice, laced with need, is barely a whisper. I know in this very moment I’d give her everything. Anything she wanted, it's hers. I grin against her skin. Dusting feather light kisses down her neck, torn between wanting to drag this out or let my restraint snap and devour her.

My senses become heightened; the music from the main floor, the sounds of her breathy moans, her vanilla scent making my head spin. My hand glides higher till my fingertips are touching the lace of her underwear. She lets out a low moan and her head leans back off the arm of the couch, chest heaving. She looks so fucking beautiful right now; I am completely enamored by her. I’d spend all night doing whatever is needed to make her look the way she does right now.

My fingers slip under her panties and I run my fingers through her folds, feeling how slick she is already.

She wants this, and fuck, am I going to give it to her. Needing more, I pull away from her and her eyes widen, looking at me in disappointment.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. I haven't even started with you yet.”

I tug down her lace underwear slowly. She rolls her hips, widening her legs, and I press my fingertips to her clit, rubbing small circles over her swollen nub. Her breathing becomes faster, heavier. My own quickening as the realization hits me that this is finally happening between us. The months of fighting this undeniable chemistry and mutual desire for one another that we’ve tried desperately to resist has now become too strong to ignore. It’s all unraveling and we are both too far gone to question it.

My hands begin to ache with the need to touch and explore her body further. A flush of warmth spreads to my groin as her darkened eyes full of lust lock with mine.

I push two fingers inside and her tight walls clench around them. Her eyelids flutter shut. My gaze falls to her lips as she hisses, “Oh, fuck, yes”

“You like that, sweetheart?” I murmur against her lips. Seeing her like this turns me on in a way I never could have anticipated, my dick now straining against the fabric of my boxers.

“Yes, oh my God.”

I pick up the pace, pumping my fingers in and out as my thumb continues to circle her clit.

“So fucking perfect,” I groan. My mouth sucks on that sensitive part just between her neck and collarbone. Her hand grips the nape of my neck, making my skin tingle, her body begins to tremble and I know she’s close. Her back arches off the couch as her walls tighten, her arousal coating my fingers. I watch her come a part as she rides the waves of pleasure pulsing through her body, the sight of her making me shiver with desire. I’ve played this out in my head, over and over again, what it would be like to have her come apart under my touch and the reality far outweighs the fantasy. Her other hand clamps around my bicep, my shirt rumpling and I wish I had taken it off so I could feel her touch. The adrenaline pumps through me as her nails diginto the cotton. I crash my lips to hers and she moans, writhing beneath me, making my cock swell.

I slow my movements as her vice-like grip on my fingers eases and her breathing starts to slow. I break away from her lips, pressing soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, feeling her body shudder beneath me.

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