Page 42 of A Tinsel Tale

“I’m here now,” I reply softly raking my fingernails down his back.

Deep, husky laughter ripples across my senses. “What took you so damn long?”

His eyes darken as he massages my full breasts, pinching my erect nipples between his fingers. I arch into his cupped palms as he leans down and sucks a nipple into his hot wet mouth. He tugs and suckles and my body hums. His mouth and tongue hit every note, warm, erotic … evoking a bottomless vessel of yearning. He releases my nipple with a pop and tucks one arm underneath to hold me closer, his other hand running roughly up and down my torso, his breath ragged. He continues the assault, teasing me with licks and nibbles.

My entire body is on fire, skin on skin, my breasts pressed against his chest quickening my pulse, stirring my libido until I cry out with need. When his hard cock rubs against me through his jeans, I begin to beg, “I need you inside me.”

He stands long enough to shove off his jeans and briefs and when I see his cock erect and bobbing, I moan. He settles between my legs, spreading them wider, the head of his cock sliding against my entrance. He fills me completely with one hard thrust.

He throws his head back. “Fuck, Evie, you feel so good.” Shuddering out a breath, he slowly rocks his hips, thrusting inside me again and again. He pushes my wild hair away from my face, then cups my cheek as he pumps in and out. Every thrust sends waves of sensation throughout my body. His dark glittering gaze pins me, and I can’t look away. I’m his. He gradually picks up his pace all the while mesmerizing me with his heated gaze. He presses his thumb against my bottom lip then slides it against my tongue. I swear it feels like he’s fucking my mouth.

“Jamie, please,” I pant, arching against him. Bending down, he bites my bottom lip, then pushes his tongue in my mouth, his hips never losing their seductive rhythm. He bends my knees towards my chest, and I feel his hands trail up and down my outer thighs until he grips my hips for purchase.

My breasts bounce with each hard thrust. I watch passion overtake my lover, mirroring my own hunger as the staccato rhythm becomes unsteady.

He groans my name, “Evie.” I don’t know how long he rides me because I’m lost in a world where only Jamie and I exist. Our bodies slick with sweat, breath labored, like feral animals as we bring each other to the edge.

“Evie, I’m not going to last much longer,” he grinds out as he begins to pump faster and more erratically. He gives one hard thrust and pauses, seating himself deeply between my thighs and taking my mouth in a devastating kiss. I’m lost. My orgasm is close to bursting and when he begins to move his hips again, I feel the tension build. When the quakes begin, I cry out and wrap my thighs around his waist. He buries his face in my neck and shudders as he jerkily thrusts, coming inside me.

His hot panting breath on my neck gives me goosebumps. The shock waves of my climax reverberate against his softening cock, which is still inside me. I nibble on his ear and lick the sensitive skin right below. He buries his nose in my hair. My breath is shaky and my hands tremble as I sift my fingers through his mop of curls.

“Jamie,” I breathe out in a sigh.

“Evie,” he answers gruffly. “What the hell just happened?”

“I’m not sure,” I whisper, still stroking his hair. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him and I melt into his body. I could stay here forever. Just like this. Wrapped in his arms in our own little cocoon where the only thing that exists is us.

22

JAMIE

We lie there silently for a bit, and I savor the feel of her incredibly soft skin and the weight of her on top of me. Her wild hair drapes over my chest and shoulders in unmanageable, riotous waves. I stare at her, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst. I’ll never get enough. I cup her sweet ass with one hand while my other caresses up and down the length of her backside. My cock twitches as she snuggles closer, her thighs stretched along either side of me, which positions my cock perfectly between her legs.

She’s so sensuous and cuddly right now. She looks down at me, all creamy skin, huge green eyes and kiss-swollen lips. She takes my breath away every single time I look at her. She leans up onto her elbows and I watch the feminine line of her creamy throat as she swallows, her pulse fluttering there. Her gaze is downcast and her thick lashes rest against the curve of her cheeks. She is exquisite. Age has only improved on perfection. Where her cheeks used to be more rounded in her youth, they’re now pronounced, the high cheekbones flushed from our lovemaking. Her face is delicate with fine bone structure and currently devoid of any make-up that I can see.

She raises her eyes and grins at me as we lock gazes. She kisses my nose. “I love your nose,” she says playfully. She kisses my jaw. “I love your sexy jaw.” Her tongue darts out and she licks my lips. “I especially love your mouth.”

“You do, do ya? What else do you love?”

She reaches between us and rubs my cock. “Mmm, this gets an honorable mention.”

“Oh really? But you don’t love it?”

Her cheeks turn pinker. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“You can’t possibly go shy on me now,” I say. I tuck her hair behind her ears then touch the pulse fluttering by her throat. “After all that screaming, I’ll never see you the same.”

She slides her arms around my neck, her eyes sparkling with humor. “You’re telling fibs again. I only screamed once, and it wasn’t really a scream.”

“What would you call it?”

“An exclamation point.”

“Oh, I see.”

Evie stretches and sighs. She grasps my wrist to look at my watch. “I hate to say this, but I’d probably better get back home. I’m sure Dad’s fine but I wouldn’t want to leave him alone all night just yet.”

“Yeah, I agree. He’d argue that point, I’m sure.” But neither of us move. She slides over, nestling next to me and rests her head in the crook of my arm. She circles her fingers through the hair on my chest, her brows furrowed in thought.

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