Page 62 of Protecting Bianca

“Of course not. I want to.”

He groaned and ran his hands through his hair.

My fingers undid his belt first, then his button, and slowly unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them.

“Take off your shirt,” I said, and he slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. He tore it off one arm at a time and I licked my lips, watching his muscles flex at the movement. He was beautiful to look at. His body would have made DaVinci weep.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

Focusing, I hooked my thumb on the elastic of his black briefs and pulled them down, releasing his eager erection. My body responded as much as his, anxious to move forward.

I licked him tentatively, tasting him. His dick bobbed as I teased him. “Fuck. You’re killing me.”

I smiled at the desperation in his voice. Power rushed through my veins, knowing that I had this man in the palm of my hand.

And mouth.

I sucked the velvety tip and swallowed his building excitement. His breathing was labored and his chest heaved as though he were running a marathon. He held himself back. I could feel it.

“Damn it, B. My fucking knees are weak right now.”

I found it hard to believe as he stood there looming over me, looking dominant and strong. I couldn’t imagine anything or anyone bringing this man to his knees.

But I would try.

I pulled him into my mouth until his blunt tip reached the back of my throat. He was too big to fit completely inside, so I had to wrap my hands around his base.

Jager groaned when I sucked him hard, and he swore softly under his breath. When my lips moved rhythmically over his shaft, he placed both hands in my hair and massaged my scalp. But as my head bobbed faster, his fingers pressed deeper, and I knew he was close.

I latched onto his body with both hands, and he trembled, but then pulled me away. “Stop,” he panted. “I don’t want to come yet.”

I kneeled there, looking up at him, my pussy wet and throbbing. He must have read the lust in my eyes because his eyes darkened and he pulled me up.

With his hands on my hips, he lifted me until my legs circled around his waist. Carrying me to the bedroom, he kissed my neck and shoulder and pulled my white shirt over my head.

My pants were next, and he made quick work of removing them as soon as he placed me on his bed. I reached for him, but he pushed me back onto his pillows and I squealed when he licked my inner thigh. I was so damn ticklish.

It felt good to laugh after such an emotional day. It felt even better knowing that he had wanted me. Loved me all along.

Jager’s tongue swiped my clit, and I moaned, laughter leaving as quickly as it came.

He flicked it over and over again, circling, then sucking, and doing things with his mouth that I couldn’t even picture, but could only process how they made me feel.

Alive.

Like I was soaring above the trees and the clouds. I had been so turned on when I had him in my mouth that it only took a few minutes of him pleasuring me when the floodgates of my orgasm burst open.

“Yes!”

I closed my legs when he lifted his head, trying to capture every last ripple that passed through me. Jager leaned over me to his night table and opened the drawer. Through hooded eyes, I watched him roll a condom over his bulging erection and stroke himself a few times. “Ready?”

I nodded and opened my legs in wanton invitation. But Jager shook his head. Instead, he turned me to my side and lay nextto me. Grabbing my thigh, he pulled it over his leg as he guided himself to my entrance. His hands were on my breasts, and he teased them as he pushed himself deeper inside of me.

My whole body was highly sensitized after my orgasm, and yet his movement pushed me toward another great leap. My nipples hardened under his fingertips as he brushed them back and forth.

I knew I could lose myself in Jager’s arms. I’d always known it. But now I knew exactly how easily I could get lost. With just his touch and his love, I would surrender myself to him.

My orgasm grew, and I panted on the pillow, his breath heavy next to my ear. He was close too, as his dick thickened inside of me. His lovemaking wasn’t fast in this position, but consistent and overwhelming. When my pleasure hit, it was hard and breathtaking—leaving me gasping when he shouted next to me.

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