Page 18 of Jonathan

Kamilah murmured deep inside her throat as she got her first glimpse of the magnificent body. He was lean, his muscles toned. His belly was flat, his chest smooth, muscles flexing as he toed off his boots. His sex…! “Oh Lord.” She whispered, one hand flying to her throat. “Oh my. “Come here.”

Desire rose up inside her and threatened to overwhelm as he climbed in next to her.

“On me. I need you inside me.” Her hands raced up and down his chest; eyes bright with passion as she turned into him.

“Not yet. I want you weeping and wanting.” He whispered harshly. “And begging.” He trailed a finger down one cheek, to trace the outline of her lush bottom lip.

“I don’t beg.” She retorted but damn him! She did not like the fact that she was jumping, every nerve cell was active and painfully alive. She wanted desperately to feel the lean muscled body on hers. Wanted to feel his penis deep inside her.

“You will.” He had the sudden need to be in control. Since the first time he met her, she had the upper hand, and it disturbed him. he meant to change that. Bending his head, he kissed her lightly, tongue tracing the shape of her lips and felt his body reacting when she started to tremble.

Capturing her restless hands when she tried to take over, he simply held them above her head and started nibbling her bottom lip.

Fire shot through her with a swiftness and force that had her heaving towards him.

“Damn you.” Her eyes blazed at him as her slender body worked hard to try and get him to do more.

“I am in charge.” He murmured. He was bursting. Good God! His control was almost in tatters, and he knew that soon enough, he would have to end the torture, but he wanted the win.

He wanted the chance to show them both that this was something she could not control. His tongue eased into her mouth, and he captured her moans. The kiss was slow, soft, feather light, deliberately so.

He wanted to build up the momentum, spin her to heights she had never been before. He wanted to erase all the other men from her life. He was selfish and desperate to be the one she would never forget, and he was willing to do just about anything to bring this about.

Kamilah felt as if she was poised on the edge of a cliff and about to take the leap. She squirmed against him, almost willing him to do more, take more. She wanted to feel all of him and the pace was killing her.

“Please.” She whispered in his mouth.

“Not yet.” He loved her taste. Her breath was an aphrodisiac that was sliding into him like a narcotic. His entire body was affected. He was sure she could feel the unsteady beating of his heart.

Heat flooded him like a volcano about to erupt. His sex was heavy and full, throbbing painfully. When he plunged his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss, she cried out softly, her body arching.

But he did not prolong the kiss. Her frustrated moan turned to absolute shocked pleasure when he kissed her throat, her collarbone, and the top of her breasts.

Hungry lips sought and found her throbbing and painful nipples and when they did, she dissolved. He suckled slowly at first and then with an increased ardor that demanded a volcanic response from her.

The climax was a surprise, and it was intense. She had so often equated the act with just a pop, a small release that had often left her mildly pleasant and dissatisfied. Nothing like this. Never like this. The feeling shuddered through her unsuspecting body with a force that had her trembling.

“I can’t!”

Feeling the power of her surrender, like a drug running through his system, Jon eased a hand between them and cupped her sex. His fingers was on her and then into her, piercing her and sending her flying again.

She could not believe it! Sensations shuddered through her body with a force that had her reaching for him and calling out his name.

Her complete surrender sent him over the edge. Covering her body with his, he drove into her, expression harsh and intense with passion. He filled her – she enveloped him, her tightness tugging, taking him in. He stayed still for a minute, body shuddering, mind blank, unable to comprehend what was happening.

With a low and fierce growl, he covered her lips, crushing the softness as he drove into her. She came again, slender curves shivering against him.

He knew he would not last long, but he tried to prolong the agonizing sweetness. For the first time in his life, he was not worried about consequences, was not even thinking of it.

Ending the kiss, he buried his face in the curve of her neck as he poured himself deep inside her, his body shuddering, his heart racing, and his mind in a turmoil.

Lying beneath him, Kamilah could still feel her heart hammering and her body susceptible to his. And he had called it. She had whimpered and moaned, and she had begged. It humiliated to remember how much.

And how much she had felt and experienced – it had started out as a game, a casual fling and had taken her completely by surprise. She had felt too much, needed too much for it to be classified as casual.

“You’re crushing me.” She lied as she pushed at him.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and only just manage to roll off her. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, and he felt hot all over. Unlike her, he was not surprised by the tumultuous lovemaking – all right, he was shocked at the intensity of it, and it terrified him. All he knew was that he wanted more.

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