Page 93 of Nothing But It All
“I like you demanding things from me,” he says, his voice rough.
“Well, I quite like you giving in to the things I demand.”
“Can you demand sex more often?”
I grin, bracing myself against the headboard. “Daily too often?”
He chuckles, and the sound echoes through me.
My muscles clench, my body molding around him with ease. I lift my knees and tilt my pelvis to give him even more access.
He grits his teeth and shoves inside me again. One long, smooth motion ends with the head of his shaft hitting the spot inside me that drives me wild.
I reach for his face as he picks up the pace, finding a rhythm that is nothing but bliss.
He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me greedily this time, as if he can’t get enough.
I’ve worried so many times that Jack and I would never find this again. That this connection, this form of communication, was a thing of the past.
“You feelso good,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Keep going. Don’t stop.”
I hook my ankles at the small of his back and lift my hips off the mattress. He grips my hips with both hands. The pressure against my skin burns.
“Don’t stop, Jack,” I beg, tears from the intense pleasure wetting the corners of my eyes. “Please.Don’t stop.”
My senses are overrun. The sound of our bodies slipping against one another. The taste of Jack’s mouth. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne blends with the sting of his hands.
And the absolute vision of the gorgeous man watching me like I’m some kind of prize.
This. I’ve missed this.
Being his. Being craved and adored. Being loved.
Then he hitsthatspot.
My eyes fall closed as I begin to topple over the edge.
“There you go,” he says, guiding me down his length. “Give it to me, Lauren. Give yourself up for me.”
“Oh, my . . .ah!”
I grip the blankets in my hands and jerk. My body shakes furiously around Jack, trembling in an explosive bout of ecstasy.
My body goes limp as I feel Jack begin to swell inside me.
A guttural groan rips through the air. He pounds into me harder and harder.
The sound prompts me to open my eyes and watch him fall apart.
And fall apart he does.
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as his head falls back. The corners of his eyes wrinkle as his body shakes.
“Fuck,”he says, hissing between his teeth.
Watching him release is almost as satisfying as getting off myself.
