Page 35 of Jilted
“That’s right. Come for me, baby.” He nipped at her bottom lip and curled his fingers against her inner walls, stroking them to their breaking point.
Moments later, she came apart in his arms, crying his name as she came. It was the single most erotic thing in the world to hold her in his arms as she showered his hand with her release.
“Oh...my...God,” she panted.
Brett eased his fingers from her, anxious to replace them with his cock, which was ready to burst if he didn’t bury it inside of her soon. But first, he needed to get a condom. He’d packed several boxes that he’d never bothered to remove from his suitcase before leaving. Thank heavens for that.
Before he could retrieve one, Amy clutched his face and kissed him. “I need you, Brett. I need to feel you inside of me. Now, please.”
Her low, raspy, pleading voice was his undoing. “Condom,” was all he said even though he was already settling between her spread legs, knowing full well that he would never make it across the room to get one.
“I’m on the pill.” She wiggled her hips beneath him, tempting him, enticing him to take her just like they were.
“Aren’t you worried about diseases?” Smooth one, Hudson; that was real romantic. He positioned the head of his cock at the clenched opening of her pussy.
“Why? Do you have one I should know about?”
He laughed. “No.”
“Well, neither do I. Now, stop teasing me.” She wiggled again.
Teasing her? Oh, he would show her just exactly how serious he was about not teasing her. He slowly pushed inside of her, and they moaned simultaneously. She was much tighter than he’d expected, and her pussy enveloped his cock like a glove, snug and warm.
Brett was a hard ass when it came to safe sex, and this was the first time he’d ever had sex without a condom. Seemed rather poetic that it was with Amy. It was fantastic, and he knew that he’d never again wear a condom. Not as long as he was with Amy, which, if he had his way, would be forever.
The sensations of her wet pussy gripping his cock each time he’d thrust in and out of her was like billions of fireworks going off in his mind and body. He was on an overload of pleasure that he didn’t want to end. The world could end in a fiery blaze, and he wouldn’t notice.
She reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him deep inside of her as she rotated her hips, grinding her pussy on him. “God, Brett...ahh,” she yelled.
“Christ you feel so good, Amy, so fucking good...I can’t...” He stilled inside of her, knowing that one slight move would have him coming instantly, and he wasn’t ready for that yet.
Brett smoothed the hair from her forehead and gave her a soft, languid kiss. She scraped her fingernails up the length of his back, making him shudder. Then, with agonizingly slow movements, he began to move in and out of her again.
He was doing good keeping his pace steady, letting the pleasure build between them until they were both ready to explode, but when she raked her teeth along his neck, he lost it. Thankfully, she was on the precipice, too, because there was no stopping it this time.
“Brett!” His name fell from her lips as a chant.
“Fuck, Amy.” He shifted his weight into his arms and fucked her with jackhammer quick thrusts until they both gave in to their orgasms.
She clenched his dick so hard it was almost painful, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what it would feel like to have her hot come cover his bare cock as he spilled into her. Coming inside of a woman, this woman, his woman – Amy – without the barrier of a condom was the best feeling ever. He swore he momentarily blacked out from the pleasure of it, of her.
Brett buried his face in her neck and tried to calm his breathing. He felt her heart beating just as hard as his when he kissed her neck and throat. “You okay?” He dragged his mouth to hers and kissed her.
“Never better.” She smiled.
Outside, the rain continued to come down in sheets. Thunder shook the earth around them, and the consistent bolts of lightning were the only illumination in the now dark bungalow. None of it made any difference to Brett because all his attention was focused on Amy and the feelings that he had for her. There was only one thing on his mind: forever.
Chapter Fifteen
Amy awoke early the next morning, wanting to get out of bed and dressed before Brett woke up. She allowed herself a moment to admire his naked body, though. He was gorgeous, sexy, and holy hell did he know what he was doing in the bedroom.
She closed her eyes and let the memory of last night fill her mind. Her fantasies did not do that man justice. Holy crap, he was fantastic. And big! Good God, he had the biggest cock she’d ever seen. But...their one night was over and all she had now were her memories of the best sex of her life. With a sad sigh, she gently tried to ease out of bed.
Before she could get too far, Brett reached out and grabbed her around the waist. In one swift movement, he pulled her to him, rolled her onto her back, spread her legs with his knees, and pushed into her. Then he just stopped.
“Brett, what are you doing?” she gasped with surprise...and pleasure.
Without a word, he rolled them over so that she was now on top of him. Instinctively, she brought her knees up to rest on either side of his waist and straddled him. He put his hand on the back of her head and brought her down to his lips, kissing her slowly. She moaned into his mouth, the desire to move on him, to ride him was overwhelming.
