Page 260 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
I cut her off with a kiss, silencing her words but not her need.
Our breaths mingle.
Our tastes intertwine.
My fingers continue their slow, relentless pace inside her, and she moans into my mouth.
“Tell me when, Jade. Tell me when.”
Her cheeks flush, her breath catches as she turns her head to meet my gaze. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything around us dissolves into nothingness.
Her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp.
“Now.” Her body trembles on the edge of release.
My fingers press deeper. My thumb rubs circles that make her cry out.
“Let go,” I command.
Her body obeys, her muscles clenching as her orgasm crashes over her, a wave of pleasure that leaves her gasping andher body trembling. “Yes—yes—” she moans, her voice breaking as she rides my hand to the crest of her release.
I watch her for a second, filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, as her body shudders beneath my touch.
With a swift, deliberate thrust, I slide inside her.
Jade cries out, her head tipping back, her body tightening around me.
I groan, my eyes closing briefly as I savor the sensation of being inside her. It’s electric. A jolt of pleasure that shoots through me. She envelops me, tight and yielding, her walls gripping me.
“You feel so damn good,” I gasp in her ear.
I begin to move, each thrust and stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.
Her moans start soft again, a low hum that builds with each pump of my hips.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I cover my mouth over hers.
My hips drive into hers, harder, faster.
Jade’s cries grow louder, her body tensing as another orgasm crashes over her, her muscles gripping me in waves of pleasure.
“Yes—yes—” her voice breaks as she shatters around me.
My own release builds, a crescendo of need that surges through me as I feel her tighten.
“Jade,” I growl, my thrusts becoming frantic, my control slipping as I chase my own climax.
Her nails dig deeper, her legs wrap around my waist, anchoring me to her as our bodies move as one. The coil in my core tightens, a knot of tension that builds with every snap of my hips.
Our cries fill the gazebo. The bloody fucking neighbors probably hear them.
My hips stutter and my body trembles as I reach my peak. My body tenses with the overwhelming surge of pleasure as a tidal wash crashes over me.
I collapse on top of her and for a moment, we remain locked together. Our breaths ragged. Our hearts are pounding in unison. Both the ones in our chests and the special ones pressing at our pelvic bones.
I rest my forehead against hers, my hands framing her face, my gaze searching hers.
Her fingers trace the lines of my face. Her touch is so soft.
