Page 31 of She Devil
And this kiss feels different. It’s no longer a quest for dominance or a battle of wills; it’s a meeting of minds.
I know it’s the most dangerous thing in the world at this point, but I can’t bring myself to stop it. Because I want this so much. This connection. This elation I’m feeling.
The kiss goes on and on and we press ourselves closer, deeper, tighter, till I can feel the beat of his heart against my chest and the insistent press of his erection against my stomach.
And, oh, God, I ache to feel him moving inside me. It’s all I can think about.
I’m suddenly aware of him stooping down a little and in one fluid movement he scoops me into his arms, his hands holding me firmly behind my knees, his other arm pressing me against his chest.
‘Let’s take this inside, shall we?’ he says, though it’s not a question; it’s a statement of intent.
He strides through the open bi-fold doors and into the living room, where he drops me onto the large leather couch. I watch in rapt fascination while he strips the soup-stained clothes from his body until he’s standing naked in front of me. His cock is hard and clearly very ready for action.
My whole body zings with a mixture of excitement and apprehension and blood rushes straight to my pussy, the pressure of my need making me crazy. I sit up and begin to strip off my own clothes as fast as I can, the movement of my fingers clumsy with eagerness.
I’m so afraid he’s going to stop this at the crunch point, just to tease me, I can barely stand the tension. I think I’ll go completely crazy if he does. I’ll lose my goddamned mind.
But it doesn’t seem as though that’s his intention this time because as soon as I’ve stripped off the last of my clothes he lets out a growl of approval and grabs my hands to pull me off the sofa and down onto the rug with him. The moment I’m down on the floor he rolls on top of me, his arms braced on either side of my head, pinning me under him.
I’m his prisoner through and through.
‘Tell me what you want,’ he demands, moving down my body to kiss my neck, my breasts, my belly. I feel his lips hot on my skin, his tongue damp and insistent on my nipple, his teeth gently biting my shoulder, sending small currents of ecstasy all the way through me. But he doesn’t touch the part of me that needs his attention the most. He’s nowhere near sating the hot ache between my thighs.
‘I want...inside me,’ I say, my voice a whisper of desire.
‘What’s that?’ he teases, moving his mouth over my ribcage, his breath leaving trails of burning sensation in its wake.
‘I want something. Inside me...’
‘What do you want? Say it. I need to hear you say it.’
I screw my eyes shut. ‘You! Your cock! I want your cock inside me,’ I moan. ‘I need it. Please. Please. I need it.’ I arch my body upward, hoping, praying, for contact. I shiver with relief as he moves up my body and lowers his hips so his erection presses firmly against my left leg. I wiggle my shoulders, trying to push my body higher up the rug to get the kind of contact I’m desperate for.
His knee nudges between my legs, signalling me to spread them wide so he can kneel between them, which I waste no time in doing.
He stares into my eyes for a moment, his pupils blown and dark with desire, before lowering his head and crushing his lips against mine. His tongue plunders my mouth, his kiss deep and forceful. I feel him rock to one side and then suddenly there’s delicious pressure at the apex of my thighs as his cock finds my entrance, which is slick and ready with desire for him, and he pushes forward, opening me up to his gentle thrust, filling that aching gap between my legs.
Finally, finally!
His cock is hot and hard inside me and it feels so good, sofucking good, as he moves deeper, taking himself all the way to the hilt so our pelvises clash and my needy clit receives the contact it’s longing for.
‘Oh...’ we both groan happily as our bodies lock together for one sweet moment of ultimate pressure, with him so deep inside me I feel absolutely complete. And then he begins to move, slowly drawing himself out then pushing back, making every nerve I have come alive with pleasure. He keeps his thrust gentle to begin with, but I can tell from the shake in his arms that he’s having trouble holding himself back.
‘Harder! I want it harder,’ I demand, tipping my pelvis upward to meet his next thrust, encouraging him to do as I say.
‘Fuck!’ he groans, holding himself still inside me for one heart-stopping moment, then he seems to give in to the urge he’s been so carefully controlling and begins to pound into me hard, as if he no longer has power over his desire and is allowing it to take him along for the ride.
This wonderful, brain-melting ride.
Our bodies crash together, over and over, until we find the perfect rhythm with his cock hitting a spot inside me that makes me shiver with pleasure, and his pelvis catches my clit with every thrust.
This is going to be fast. I know it. There’s no time for changing of positions. But that’s fine with me. This is exactly where I want to be right now. Beneath him, around him, moving with him in the kind of sync we’ve not been in for ten long years.
I hear his ragged breathing in my ear and I know he’s close too, so close. And that knowledge pushes me over the edge and breaks into a sparkling tidal wave of ecstasy, the shocks of it crashing through my body and sending a roaring pleasure through my head.
I have no idea if I’ve made a sound—my hearing is too full of my own internal joy—but as it starts to subside I become aware of a low, frantic sound coming from Jamie’s throat and he pounds into me a few more times, his body jerking above me, the sinews in his neck taut and his jaw clamped as he comes inside me.
In that one moment everything is absolutely perfect. Still. Calm. Serene.
