Page 55 of Paradox
Gently, he pushes me against the wall, pinning my hands by my head. His lips slowly move across my cheek and down my neck, changing the pace. As he continues farther down, his fingers slide across my shoulders, then follow in the wake of his lips. They twist and pinch my nipples, ripping another moan from the back of my throat.
“Jon….”
He pauses at my stomach, licking and nipping at my skin, tongue slipping into my navel. I writhe against the wall, my hands involuntarily moving to curl into his hair. His move to my ass, squeezing the cheeks as he showers attention on my mound. My hips jerk forward, the motion hopefully telling him I need his tongue elsewhere.
“My greedy girl.” He chuckles. “You love my tongue?”
“Yes! Please, Jon, please….”
He doesn’t tease, doesn’t make me wait any longer. His tongue glides between my lips and up to my clit.
“Jon!”
My muscles contract, fingers tugging on his hair. Grabbing my leg, he tosses it over his shoulder, getting comfortable at my feet as he sucks my clit into his mouth. This timehemoans, fingertips sinking into my thigh. I pull his head closer, hips grinding.
He sucks harder.
Tongue flails.
My muscles clench.
God, I’m coming!
“Jon… Oh God… Jon!”
He laps at my clit, grunting as I convulse against him. His lips move to the thigh resting on his shoulder, dropping soft kisses there before doing the same to my other thigh. All I can do is lean limply against the wall, whimpering as his lips re-trace their steps up my body. Fingertips gently slide down my spine when his tongue circles my nipples. He turns me around, continuing his mission to drive me crazy, by kissing and licking the skin on my back.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. Grabbing my hips, he positions me to his liking. “Hold on, baby.”
I lean forward, pressing my palms to the wall. The moment he enters me, my body responds, climax building again.This is impossible! How the hell does he do this to me?He feels perfect inside me, completely filling me up. Moaning, I clench around his dick, delighting in his grunt. He moves slowly, intent on drawing out his own pleasure. I grip him tighter, knowing I won’t last as long as him if he keeps this up.
“Fuck, Ellen….”
As he picks up speed, I match his rhythm, moving back and forth. His hand coils in my hair, tugging while his free hand delivers a smack to my ass cheek.
That does it.
“Oh…sshhit!”
Both hands return to my hips as he slams into me, making my climax even more intense. He pushes deep, my name rolling off his tongue. My knees give out but he catches me, holding me to his body. I lean into him, trying to control my breathing. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up with Jon Emerson. Where does he get all this energy?
He presses a kiss to my neck, nips at my earlobe, then whispers, “That should be enough until later.”
Ho-ly shit.
ENVISAGE
A #Rage Short Story
© 2016
I know when you got to the end of “Tempted,” I was your least favorite person. Whether I made up for that in “Claimed” or not, this is for all the readers who stuck with me to the end of Gage and Raven’s story. Their journey was always destined to go the way it did. I tried to change it but the words just wouldn’t come. Now that their story is complete, I can play with it a bit. I asked myself “what would have happened if that fated night had been different?” Well, here is the answer! Hope you like it!
~~~~Alana~~~~
WHAT IF…
We pick up from the scene in Tempted at Gage’s house, where Ellen is helping him get ready for Raven’s birthday party. He’s been calling Raven, getting increasingly angry because she’s not picking up.
