Page 30 of Elling & Jackie

Yet, Elling wasn't using her name to get her attention. He wasn't using the name to get a rise out of her.

He simply stated her name as if he wanted to hear the word come out of his mouth.

And, she never wanted to hear her name more than at that moment.

She cupped his face, bringing him down, and captured his lips. A low growl came from him, and she sucked the breath out of him, lavishing his tongue. Her hips rose and fell.

He broke away from her mouth. "Are you ready?"

She rubbed her calves against his jeans. Thrusting up against him.

"Yes." She grabbed at his clothes, finding the entrance points to his skin and taking full advantage.

To feel the constrictions of his muscles, the changes in his breathing, and the power of what he was feeling, what he was feeling with her, had to be the sexiest thing she'd ever done.

Reaching down between her legs, she held his wrist. Not to stop him from touching but to feel him. The cords of his veins mapping his forearm pulsed as he circled her clit. She spread her fingers in search of his cock and found it hard against her inner thigh. The condom hid nothing.

His warmth heated her palm. Her thumb and middle finger, unable to touch when she circled his cock, squeezed down on his hardness.

Elling pressed into her hand. Her pussy spasmed at the tip of an orgasm.

"Fuck me," she whispered, grabbing his wrist again.

She wanted to come with him buried deep inside of her, to feel the magnificent man atop of her, moving and aroused.

He raised his hand, planting it on the bed beside her head. He slid into her, meeting no resistance through the wetness.

"Oh, God," she practically sang, sprawling her hands against this stomach.

He filled her more than she'd expected. She swallowed, feeling her heart beat in the veins at her neck. He was big. Overwhelmingly gifted in her experience.

Elling moved in long, steady strokes. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to watch him. She panted, swept up in the feelings. He pressed, rubbed, touched, something inside of her that went crazy.

Her legs trembled around his hips on their own accord. She had no control over her body. Everything that happened was a reaction to Elling.

He was so...damn sexy and good. So good. Excellent.

She writhed, meeting each thrust. Knowing pleasure hovered right in front of her, she raised her arm up to his neck to hold on.

His body came down, putting more weight on her. Finally, able to see his face in the darkness, she sucked in air. The intensity of his gaze was for her. On her. All hers.

"Feel it?" he murmured.

"Yes." Clinging to him, she found his mouth. She loved on his lips, sucking, biting, nibbling.

With him consuming her, she stopped trying to slow down and let herself go. Her body arched, thrown into releasing every pent-up energy she held on to so tightly.

Elling groaned, plunging deep, and ground his cock inside of her. His jaw dropped, and he exhaled heavily. Caught up in coming together, she could simply hold on to him.

Their hearts beat frantically in sync. Their breaths matched as they struggled to fill their lungs. The pleasure shared.

He kissed her lightly and rolled off her. The swift loss of him was unexpected, she sat and got off the bed.

Pushing her hair back in place, she tried to think of where she'd put her clothes, but the reality of what she'd done hit her hard. She stared at the floor, trying to see in the dark.

She'd come to his room. She'd had sex with him.

Her eyes burned as she squinted to find her clothes. The euphoria wore off, and a sense of urgency shook her.

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