Page 41 of Breaking Danger
And then those tender thoughts blew away like smoke because Sophie tired of him holding himself still, deep inside her and started moving. Her hips withdrew slightly and she pulled herself up against him by pressing down on his ass with her heels. The movement made her moan and she writhed against him.
It was shockingly erotic.
He pulled back, watched her face. Their smiles were gone. He clenched his teeth against the pleasure as he moved back into her slowly. She closed her eyes, arched her back. Whispered, “More. Harder.”
It was as if he’d been held back by ropes that were now cut, unleashing him.
“Open your eyes.” His voice was low, hard.
Her eyes opened, but only halfway, pupils glowing a deep navy blue. Slightly unfocused.
No, he wanted her attention. He wanted her focused onhim, on the sex they were having.
He’d never had this reaction before. As long as the woman seemed to be enjoying herself, he was cool. She could be thinking anything she wanted. Hell, she could be fantasizing about some actor or singer for all he cared as long as she was having a good time. But right now, he wanted Sophie Daniels to know that she was fuckinghim.Jon Ryan.
Her eyes opened, startled. They were so gorgeous, such a deep deep blue, like the ocean far out at sea. Rimmed with dark ridiculously long lashes.
“Look at me. Look atus,” he said, his voice guttural. He lifted his entire torso up on his arms, away from her, so she had a good look down to where they were joined. The movement pushed him even more deeply inside her.
She looked down, at them. God. His lighter pubic hair meshed with the trim triangle of dark sable between her thighs. He could see the lips of her sex clutched around his dick, pale pink on the outside, redder where the lips unfolded to accommodate him. The two of them looked like some erotic statue from the dawn of time, ancient gods fused together. Hefeltfused to her, his dick having somehow found its natural place, inside her.
He looked down at her, at all the places he hadn’t visited. Her breasts—pale, with dark rose nipples. He hadn’t even kissed them. What was that about? He could make a woman come by sucking on her nipples alone. His eyes dropped down from her breasts to her smooth belly, narrow waist flaring to round hips. God. Kissing her belly alone should have taken him an hour. And down, down to her sex.
Another place he hadn’t visited with his mouth yet.
He didn’t mind going down on women. It was fun, got them wet, sometimes made them come. A great threefer. His mouth hadn’t even gone near her pussy, which was amazing. He went straight to business with Sophie, had done so the moment he’d fallen through her door, as if being inside her was this huge immense goal, whereas normally he enjoyed those little side streets.
They both had to live, just had to. He was going to get them safely out of Dodge, no question. He couldn’t die before doing all the things he wanted to do to her. He hadn’t touched her enough, hadn’t sucked her nipples, hadn’t kissed her sex.
Just the thought of that—of his mouth closing on the lips of her sex, tongue in her, exactly as if kissing her mouth, taking his time…
His dick swelled in her and she gasped.
“Felt that?” He was trembling, sweating. His voice came out in gasps. “Know what that was? I just now thought of going down on you. I imagined my mouth on you, licking inside you, right where my dick is now. That’s what that was about.”
The words were hard, harsh. Harder than he usually used. Women liked prettier terms than that and he obliged them. Who cared? He could be a little poetic when he had to be. When it was worth his while.
He couldn’t do that now. No pretty words, no poetic terms. Not with his mind blasted with lust and heat. There was no filter between what he was feeling and what came out. He was expressing himself in the crudest way possible and he couldn’t backtrack and choose better words.
It was a miracle he could speak.
Her little sex contracted and he hissed, as if in pain. It was almost—but not quite—painful. Heat flashed through his groin, his balls pulled up tight. God.
Sophie’s arms lifted, grasped his forearms, hands tight around his elbows. Her nails bit into his skin. Yes. Just a little touch of pain. Oh yeah. Felt good.
She contracted again and he swelled even further inside her.
“Jon,” she panted. Her thighs started trembling. He could see her heartbeat pulsing in her left breast, making the pale, silky skin shake. “I can’t—I’m?—”
“Coming,” he growled. He set his jaw, trying to hold back on his own orgasm. At the farthest reaches of his consciousness he was astonished at himself. He never came first, never. He could wait any woman out. He came when he wanted to, no exception to that rule. Except now, when he was on the verge of blowing up without having even started fucking yet. All he’d done was enter her and he was seeing black at the edges of his vision.
Sophie lifted herself a little, pushing him further into her and she exploded. Her sex pulled at him in wet clenches so strong he could see her belly muscles contracting. She closed her eyes as her back arched, her white neck so tempting beneath him as she pushed the back of her head against the pillow, letting out a low moan.
Oh fuck, it was just too much.Too much.Control was impossible here, what man could possibly control himself with beautiful Sophie Daniels contracting around him, face tight as if in pain? No one could. Sure as hell, he couldn’t.
With a groan, Jon lowered himself on to her and started fucking her hard, hips slamming into her, that low moan now stuttering because of his heavy thrusts. He wasn’t fucking her normally with smooth and regular strokes. Oh no. That would have required some degree of control and that was beyond him. He simply made the movements necessary to give him some friction while staying as deep in her as humanly possible, more or less grinding into her with the strength of his whole body, jerking heavily and…he started coming.
With no warning, no idea really of what was happening to him. He was like this machine on overdrive and suddenly he slipped a gear and he was coming in huge spurts, his entire body liquefying and pouring itself into her with no holds barred, no sense of boundaries, no sense of where he ended and she began.
