Page 44 of Fated Moons
She wanted him to explore and find the right combination that made them cry out their pleasures. It was an odd thought to have in the heat of the moment. However, she knew it was exactly what they both needed.
He slipped his fingers across her hard nub. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. His lips brushed hers, barely putting any pressure on them. Staring into her eyes, his finger continuedto glide across her, back and forth and then in a circular motion before dipping just inside, gathering her moist heat, and repeating the sensitive touch, each time rubbing a little harder and entering her a little deeper.
The muscles in her legs tensed. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his as he brought her the most exquisite pleasure. There was no desperation in his controlled movements nor in her body’s response.
Clutching his neck as a guttural moan vibrated her throat, filling the room with the sounds of pure decadence, her hips rolled against his hand.
He smiled, kissing the side of her mouth, a couple of fingers thrusting deep, lifting her up on tiptoe. His touch was no longer light as a feather, and her body responded earnestly.
“Yes,” she moaned, tossing her head back, knowing it was pointless to try to stop the orgasm building in her stomach, making her muscles quiver.
Without any warning, he pushed back onto the bed, tossing her legs over his shoulders and driving his tongue inside.
“Oh my…” She fisted the sheets as both his hands kneaded her breasts, and his mouth made love to her like no other man had ever done before. It was soft and tender, yet wild and aggressive. He brought her so close by clamping his mouth around her. Then, just as her stomach tightened again, he lifted his mouth from her, lapping at her gently, avoiding the spot that would drive her over the edge.
He kissed the inside of her thigh as his thumb fanned over her swollen sex. With his other hand, he began to remove his clothing.
She tried to wiggle to a sitting position, but he kept pushing her back to the bed, so she gave up and watched while she caught her breath. When he lowered his pants, she gasped as hiserection jaunted forward. He draped her legs over his shoulders one more time.
“Where was I?” he whispered. His hot breath was heavy on her sex, making it throb. His tongue lapped at her before diving deep.
She rolled her hips, now desperate for release. He’d teased her to the point she wasn’t beyond begging. Her legs opened wider before closing, her thighs pushing against the side of his face. Tossing her head from side to side, she moaned his name over and over, but once again, he stopped just short of bringing her to climax.
“Jackson,” she ground out, lifting her head, gasping as his fingers dove inside. He kissed her stomach, then her breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth, letting it pop out.
Spreading her legs, he nestled his body between them, his hard shaft pressing against the very thing that made her a woman.
“Jackson, please,” she said, desperately grinding against him.
He held himself over her, his elbows on either side of her face, smiling as he lifted his hips and found home.
Home.
It was an odd thought and one that made her pause.
He cocked his head back, staring at her.
Wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his ass, she lifted her hips slightly. “Stop teasing me.”
“Is that what I was doing?” he said, slowly sending his hardness deep into her body. He repeated the motion, each time going faster.
And harder.
Until he pounded her, rocking their bodies on the bed. He never tore his gaze away. His chest hurled into hers as he fisted her hair, groaning against her lips.
“Oh God.” She arched her back, her climax spilling out over him. “Jackson,” she whispered, her fingernails digging into his back, drawing him in as deep as he could go.
He thrust in hard, short strokes, swelling inside her. Burying his face in her neck, he moaned out her name, and he rammed himself deep, holding himself there, throbbing inside her as another orgasm shook her body.
Allowing all his weight on top of her, he eased his motions, nibbling on her earlobe. “Amanda,” he whispered. “It’s never been like this before. You are my mate. My fated. There will never be another. I dedicate myself to you. Only you.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She wasn’t even sure of what she would have said anyway. He’d made love to her like no other man had. It wasn’t just a powerful orgasm that made this experience different from the others. She knew he claimed her as his own, but even harder to take, she’d done the same thing.
He rolled off her, pulling her next to his body. She sighed, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder, her leg draped over his thighs.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“It certainly was.” He kissed her temple.
