Page 47 of Challenged By You
Command and confidence falter in his expression when I face him to declare, “The man I want in that bed has made me feel more simply by being himself than any other person ever. I want you, Jonas.” His fingers trail over my bare shoulder, causing a moan to slip past my lips. His jaw clenches at the sound. I have to race to get the rest out. I need to know who’s with me, who I’m about to trust my body and heart to. “But I won’t be averse to a food pun slipping out.” I hold my ground when the haze of lust temporarily parts.
“You won’t, huh?” His lips quirk.
“No, because I wouldn’t be here if Ireallydidn’t like that man.” I shudder as his warm hand pushes my hair away from my shoulder.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” His voice fractures as I stand there immobile under his perusal. I’m startled when a second later, he boosts me under the hips, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. “I’m really glad you like me, Trina.”
“Why’s that?” I ask breathlessly as he lays me back across his bed. Even as I embrace the softness at my back, I let out a mild yelp as the sound of fabric tearing penetrates. Within seconds, the wisp of lace I was wearing is being pulled from between my legs.
His chest rises and falls. “Because I’m me. I am likely going to slip up and drop a food pun while I’m feasting on you.” Just as he begins to pull away, I slap a hand on his stomach and score my nails down toward his belt to latch on with all my might.
He arches a brow. “Oh. Did you want something to snack on too? With the way you ate tonight, I would have thought you were full, but…”
I burst out laughing. Relaxing, I curl my knees upward just a little as I roll to my side. That feeling changes when Jonas takes a bite of my ass. I can’t stop the moan that bursts forth.
Flicking my hair out of the way, I catch sight of Jonas undoing his belt and lowering the zipper of his pants. Just that quick, just that fast, the heat in the room goes from a full boil to an overflow. I roll over to my back on his enormous bed and say one word.
“Yes.”
With a curse and prayer, Jonas quickly grabs one ankle and then another, jerking my sandals off. Yanking me toward the end of the bed, he parts my legs muttering, “Spread them. Don’t make me pull out the peanut butter jokes.”
“Gosh, golly, skippy. I wouldn’t want to…Jonas!” I scream his name as he swipes his tongue through my wetness, licking over and over through my parted folds. I reach down and hold his head in place as each flick of his tongue forces my body into a new paradox of pleasure I’ve never known.
My hips buck up and down, desperately trying to grind my clit against his lips when he decides to send me flying into the next stratosphere by thrusting two fingers inside of me, curling them forward, just as he closes his mouth over me.
I gasp, unable to catch my breath as cascades of light swirl behind my eyes when my orgasm hits. I’ve never experienced anything like this. It could be the city lights beyond the windows or it could be heaven with the way his wicked fingers are making miracles inside me.
“Shh, sweetheart.” Jonas kisses the inside of my thigh. He rubs his face along the sensitive skin of my thigh.
“I’ve…never before…” I try to form a sentence to explain I’ve never experienced anything like that, but by the way his face softens, I don’t have to.
He pushes to his feet, reaching behind him for his wallet. Condom, I think hazily. Right.
“I seem to have a voracious appetite for you.” Jonas’s voice is richer than the dessert we shared earlier. I squirm on the bed at the jingling noise giving me warning that soon his skin is going to be lying over mine.
“Jonas, please.” My head begins to thrash on the bed as his hands make quick work of the button and zipper of his slacks, and in one fell swoop, he shucks them, sparing but a second to rid himself of his socks and shoes. Opening my arms, I gasp at the sensation of the hair on his legs as they twine with mine. “God, I’m so glad I shaved,” I blurt out.
“Do you really think that’s why this is happening?” Jonas asks. Reaching just beyond my head, he makes quick work of the condom.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly as he leans down to kiss me. I can taste the wild way I responded to him on his lips. It makes my legs squirm, causing him to pull back with a sexy twist to his lips.
“It’s because between the time you dared me to live your life and right now, you turned toward me. You trusted me. And I swear, I’ll do everything possible to keep doing that.” His erection nudges my entrance. “Do you believe me?”
“Yes. But Jonas—” My words halt him just as the tip of him is about to lodge inside of me. “I’m scared of this failing.”
“So am I, Trina. That’s what makes this even more beautiful.” And with that his cock slowly begins to enter me. I jerk as his head stretches me.
He braces his knees against the bed and an arm beneath me as he ducks his head down to suck on one nipple while twirling the other. He doesn’t rush his entry as he works his cock inside my pussy.
“Oh, my God.” I let out a slow moan when he’s fully seated.
“God, it’s like constant little ripples all up and down me.” Jonas leans down and takes my lip between his teeth. Pleasure, pain—I tremble. Pulling back a little before reseating himself, his hips begin a slow cadence I’m grateful for at first, and then I’m demanding an increase by using my nails, my teeth, my lips.
Anything.
“Wrap me up tight,” he pants next to my ear. Immediately, I wrap one leg high on his back, the other low across his hips. “Just like that, yeah. Come on.” Bracing himself on both arms, his hips pick up speed, his strokes hard and deep.
I’m being flung through a pleasure I’ve never experienced. “Nothing…” I can’t even tell him. It’s never been like this. Everything blurs behind my eyes—the smell of our bodies, the taste of his skin, the ache that’s waiting to make the orgasm from before a distant memory.
