Page 66 of Jonathan

“Is it too soon for you?” It occurred to her that they had never discussed having children before.

“It’s perfect. I have been dreaming of the say when it happens. And now it has. I want to celebrate the news by making love to my wife.” The way he said it, the possessive tone in his voice, combined with the awe and wonder, almost as if he could not believe it, sent spikes into her heart.

She was needed. This gorgeous man with the lean and hungry strength, so at one with his horse, needed her. And it showed. Each time he looked at her, it was clear that she was the one and no one else mattered. Because of it, she somehow wanted to repay him for bringing such wonder into her life.

“Let me.”

“What…?”

“Shh.” Pushing him back, she straddled him and was amused to see his eyes darkening, a tiny frown touching his brow.

“I am not going to be gentle.” She warned. “No touching.” She shook her head when he reached up with the intention of cupping her breasts.

“I can’t just… Ah.” His body quivered as she sliced a nail over his nipple and sent heat pooling at his middle. “Let me touch you.”

“No. Not yet.” She soothed the sting and bite by lowering her head first to his throat, where his Adam’s apple was starting to wobble. Kissing the firm skin, she edged down to the hollow of his throat, using her tongue liberally there.

“Sweetheart. Let me…” His breath was backing up into his lungs and he could scarcely breathe.

“No touching.” She whispered, her breath fanning his skin. His hands curled into tight fists as he strove to stay still and let her have her way with him. he never had a woman take control before. But then, he had never met one like the woman he had placed his ring on her finger.

Clamping his teeth down, he grabbed the quilt as she toyed with his nipple, First with her teeth, nipping just so, before using her tongue to send him spinning. He was surprised his head did not just explode!

He started to speak and could not find his voice. Swallowing the gulf sized lump, he tried again. “Baby… Ah God!” He was certain everything inside him was melting as she took it upon herself to suckle enthusiastically. His cock hardened, stretching until there was no more room for it to go.

“Let me touch you.” His voice was harsh, his body quivering.

She slithered down some more, pressing open mouthed kisses on his flat stomach, leaving a trail of fire, wherever her sweet and sexy mouth touched.

When she settled between his thighs and cupped him, he lurched like a drunken man who had imbibed more than his fair share of alcohol. His blood was boiling, his heart was hammering so loudly, he could not hear anything else.

And that was before she took him into her mouth. Lights exploded behind his eyes, and he heard someone chanting, not recognizing the voice as his.

She licked and twirled her tongue around the pulsing flesh, until he could not function and swore that he had gone blind. With desperate hands, he reached for her, fingers digging into her slender shoulders.

Forgetting his earlier vow to be gentle with her, he placed her squarely on top of him, gritting his teeth as her tightness enfolded him. His control had simply shattered, until the only scope, the only thing his mind was focused on was her. And what she was doing to him.

Sliding his hands up, over her waist, he cupped her breasts, eyes slitted as he watched her reaction.

“You witch.” He whispered hoarsely. His fingers toyed with the nipples, teased and tormented, with the intention of paying her back for what she just put him through.

But the sight of her parted lips, the passion glazed eyes, the feel of her silky and her sex wrapped around him so intimately caused that desire to fled to be replaced by something so poignant, so reverent, he felt like weeping.

She brought her body closer to his so that his mouth could taste and devour. And that’s exactly what he wanted to do. He started to move, hands gripping her hips as he drove into her. His mouth tasted and wanted more. He could never get enough of her. No matter how many times he had her, it would never be enough.

The thought of it, the power of their mating had him spinning in the wind, his body weighted by the discovery that he had found someone who could do this to him.

Sighs turned to moans and then to sobs as he continued to sip from her. He was not satisfied with just a taste or two. He wanted to gobble her down whole. The taste of her, his woman, his heart, his mate, sent ripples of sheer potent desire throughout his body.

His hands wandered up and down her back, to settle on her butt as she rode him, milking him, tormenting him with her tight warmth.

She came, the climax starting like a slow wave shimmering inside her and gathering strength. It blew her away, causing her to cry out his name, feverish fingers digging into his hair as he continued to suckle hungrily.

His own climax, which followed right behind hers, shocked him into rigidity. It was like a fireball, turning into a very active volcano and racing through his body with the speed of lightening, he emptied himself, body shooting upwards andwatering the very mouth of her womb where his baby was being knitted together.

Lifting his head, he cradled her face. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped the tears away and took her lips in a kiss that had the tears starting again.

It was several minutes before he could move and when he did, he shifted so that she was lying curled up on his chest, his arms wrapped around her.

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