Page 36 of Wine and Research
Yeah…she was far from alone.
Switching to tease her neglected nipple with his wicked tongue, Jeremy cupped the other breast, brushing the tight peak with his thumb. Equally adept at multi-tasking, Elle cradled the back of his head with one hand while sliding the other beneath his clothes to grab his fine ass. He made that rumbling sound again and thrust against her.
She moaned and thrust back.
He released her to draw back and glance down at the only piece of material separating them.
Her dark blue bikini bottoms.
His smoldering gaze slammed into hers. “Blue looks good on you.”
“Yes, you do.” She smiled, brushing her thumb over his jaw.
He lowered his lips to within an inch of hers, his chest warm and deliciously hard against her. “You’re right. I do.”
The heat and humor lighting his eyes spurred a powerful urge in her to taste him. As if reading her mind, he brushed hislips to hers, kissing her slow and leisurely, stoking a fire from all that simmered inside. When he finally lifted his head and stared at her with so much heat and intensity, she shivered.
“And I’m going to feel even better inside you.”
It was the raw need in his words that liquefied Elle’s bones. She grabbed his ass again and rocked up, her good parts pulsing with that same need.
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
Jeremy chuckled and used his thigh to spread her legs, then holding her gaze, he slid a finger under her bikini bottoms.
On his first stroke, she cried out, so damn ready and needy it was almost pathetic. But it was also so incredibly good. His touch was magic and perfect and it felt as if a switch tripped somewhere deep inside. The sensations intensified on the second stroke so much she nearly lost it. Then he dipped down and kissed her nipple, swiping her tip with his tongue, causing breath to catch in her suddenly dry throat.
Lost in the euphoria, Elle closed her eyes and gripped the covers. “That feels…so good,” she panted, sensations wracking her body.
“I’m just getting started.” Hooking his fingers under the material, he tugged the bikini bottoms down, kissing a path over her ribs, belly, and hip. Then he lifted his head and watched as he removed the final obstacle, sucking in a breath at her nakedness. “Damn, Elle…you’re gorgeous.”
“Jeremy…”
He wedged his shoulders between her thighs and looked his fill.
She squirmed, not out of awkwardness but from anticipation. Her heart was pounding brutally in her chest. “I need…”
What? Him. To do something. Anything.
He did.
Whether in sync with her or just really great at sex, the perceptive man leaned forward and lapped at her, wrenching needy sounds from her throat, but as long as he kept doing what he was doing, she didn’t care. Elle sank her fingers into his hair and held on for the ride, shamelessly rocking into his touch.
Then he added a finger. She cried out, barely comprehending all the passion.
No man had ever focused on her like this.
It felt so good.
And Jeremy seemed to be enjoying it just as much. A light sheen covered his broad shoulders as he continued to make her crazy.
With every muscle taut and seeking release, she clutched at him with shocking desperation, so close to the edge. He was pure magic. For several frustrating, heart-poundingly amazing beats, he held her on the brink before upping the pressure and pace, sending her over with a few long, sure, perfect strokes.
Her orgasm burst through her fast and intense, with unyielding force. Jeremy removed his finger, but his mouth remained on her, bringing her down slowly. Elle trembled against him, panting like the heroines she wrote about. She released his head and tried to find her way back to reality, although she was pretty sure reality as she knew it had just shifted.
He lifted his head and smiled. “You were fantastic.”
His words sparked heat low in her belly, shocking her that she could recover so soon.
