Page 49 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
Light pressure and whisper-like touches. It isn’t enough, but it’s everything. His fingers are slippery from my growing desire and they glide over my sex, making me crazy.
Slowly, he slides one finger inside. I moan. Once seated, he curls the tip of his finger, hitting that secret spot that not even my favorite vibrator can find with any consistency. My eyes roll back in my head.
His thumb circles my clit as he increases the pressure inside. He’s tearing me down, breaking me apart with every stroke and touch. While his fingers continue their maddening pace and pressure, his mouth finds the pulse at my neck. His lips linger there, at first softly and then in pulls, sucking my tender flesh into his mouth. The rough shadow of his beard grates around the silken touch of his mouth and tongue—the opposing sensations making my body shudder.
Unsure of what to do and overcome with sensations, I run my fingers through his hair. He catches my eye, and we stare at each other. In that moment, I see with a startling clarity that has nothing to do with my eyesight. I see him, and in doing so, I know he sees me. All of me.
He pumps harder, his fingers continuing their dance on my sensitive flesh. He croons out sounds of encouragement when my hips lift in time to the rhythm he’s set.
I close my eyes to concentrate on the looming explosion, but he pushes his forehead to mine whispering, “Open,” fisting my hair in his other hand.
My eyes meet his. The green in his is more intense, though his beauty goes unappreciated in this moment as the solar flare under my skin builds, heat infusing my bones.
And then it hits, the sudden flash of brightness blinding me to everything but the feeling of energy ripping through my body, curling my spine.
I scream as I come apart, Flynn’s soft kisses and easy touch milking the last of the tremors from my body. An unquantifiable amount of time passes before I come back to myself.
The reality of where I am and whom I’m with gradually invades my brain. Still, nothing makes sense. What just happened usually only happens to heroines in books, the damsels saved by cowboys, and to women other than myself.
My eyes focus on Flynn, to his soft gaze before he rubs his nose against my own. The simple, endearing move nearly brings me to tears.
I rarely do anything without analyzing the outcomes, studying the variables. Outlining the procedures.
But right then, looking into the unfathomable depths of Flynn’s eyes, like the black holes they remind me of, I don’t think. I simply push him to his back, straddle him at the waist and pull my dress up and over my head. He gave me an orgasm that rivaled the sudden flash of a solar flare.
It’s only fair that he see stars.
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Flynn
Holy freaking hell.
There’s never been a more beautiful woman made. Jackie’s hair falls around her naked body like a goddamn goddess emerging from the sea. I’m not a poet by any means, but when faced with Jackie’s perfectly rounded breasts, bouncing lightly from her sudden sexual takeover, and tipped with delightfully tight, dusky rose nipples, I’d bet my prized Mustang that I could write the best damn sonnet since Shakespeare.
I’d been trying to be good. My plan had been to get her off and then let her sleep. She said she wasn’t drunk, and I believe her. Even sober, who could come up with that adorable lecture on blood alcohol levels and the workings of the freaking cerebellum, for God’s sake? But sex isn’t my end game with Jackie. It never has been. So I thought that we should move slowly, take our time.
Hold off on sex until I’d at least gotten to take her out on an actual date.
But when staring the object of my desire in the face, or in this case, the chest, I find I’m rather lacking in the chivalry department. She’s such a contradiction of assertive and shy it has my dick in knots. I just fuckingwanther.
Her fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt and I curl forward, helping her pull it off. The move brings me lip-level with her nipples and I’d be remiss if I didn’t lavish a bit more attention on these beauties. They’re perfection, just like Jackie.
I flick my tongue out in a quick tease before latching on like a man starved. She leans forward, her weight falling on her arms as she braces on either side of my head, pushing me back on the bed. I kiss, pull, and tug one breast with my mouth as I palm the weight of the other. Her hips started undulating over my jeans, the rough fabric moving against my cock, almost setting it off.
Her hands reach for my belt, fumbling with the buckle. I have one more thought of slowing her down, but when her hand wraps around my cock, my mind blanks and it’s my turn to buck off the mattress. I give her breasts one last kiss each before rolling Jackie beneath me.
“Wait! I wanted to—”
I kiss her mouth hard before pushing up to my feet and stepping over to the nightstand.
Jackie’s glasses rest on top and the image burns itself into my brain as much as the picture she makes lying naked across my bed. The thick black frames make it even more clear who I’m with, and how much this particular woman has twisted me up, like the old beater she drives.
I grab a condom from the drawer and shuck off the rest of my clothes, standing naked by the bed. My cock juts out at her lustful stare. I’m so hard it’s painful. Her eyes are riveted to my dick, and I swear I can almost hear her scientific mind gauging the anatomic fit. Her knees squeeze together, her breath coming in pants.
I reach out one hand to circle her ankle and pull it wide. With my other hand, I stroke myself. Which might be a mistake, as the move has Jackie licking her lips like she’s about to consume a tasty treat.
Christ.
