Page 62 of Irresistible
“That happens. There’s a bit of wetness at the start usually. When I finish, there will be much more.” He kissed her. “I’ll tell you when I’m there. More like, I’ll warn you that I need to pull out.”
She nodded, feeling foolish for misunderstanding. Her gaze met his, and he seemed to understand.
“I’m glad you asked. I hope you will ask me anything. It’s better to know what’s happening, what you like, what you don’t like, and what you’d like to try.”
She couldn’t even think of the latter, but the notion was intriguing. She’d ask him later since he was being so accommodating. For now, she wanted to know what it meant for him to finish. And to feel what it was like when he was inside her.
Before she could ask what would come next, his hand covered hers. “Help guide me inside you.” Together, they put him at her sex and slid him into her sheath.
He was right. This was much larger than his fingers. There was discomfort as she stretched around him, but he went slowly. Then his mouth was on her breast again, tonguing and sucking her flesh, and she all but forgot about anything but the pleasure winding through her.
When he was seated within her, he paused, lifting his head. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her.
“All right?” he murmured.
She nodded, utterly aware of how this was a moment she would treasure forever. “Thank you.”
He grinned. “Thank me later. Now, I want you to wrap your legs around me and hold tightly. I’m going to do my best to keep myself in check, but you feel so damned good, Jess.” He closed his eyes as he began to move.
She watched him for a moment, clinging to him as he made shallow thrusts. Then he drove deeper, and something inside her shifted. The desire she’d so recently overcome roared back, claiming her once more as she dug her heels into his backside.
He began to move faster, driving into her with relentless, delicious strokes. The friction was almost maddening, pushing her to the edge of tolerance, where it was somehow both excessive and insufficient. She began to blather, eliciting words and sounds, just incoherent nonsense as their bodies strained together.
She could feel her climax coming, this climb longer than the last. The apex seemed just out of reach. He stroked between them, finding her clitoris. His touch delivered her to the stars. Digging her hands into his slick back, she cried out his name, reveling in the blissful completion he gave her.
“I have to—” He finished on a grunt as he left her body, falling to his back. She missed him already, rolling to face him.
Her gaze fixed on his hand, stroking his cock as his seed pulsed from the tip. Without thinking, she put her hand over his and lent her assistance.
“God, Jess.” He moaned, his hips rising as they finished him together.
An unknown but welcome feminine power stole over her. She felt glorious.
He let his hand fall to his side, so she released him. Sated—she thought—she rolled to her back, breathing deeply as her pulse slowed.
“That was astonishing,” she said after several minutes. “Thank you.”
“That’s the second time you’ve thanked me.”
“You’re right. That’s nowhere near enough. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
He laughed, and she turned her head to find him looking at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I must thank you too. It’s been a long time since I—” He shook his head. “Never mind.”
“Since you pleasured a woman?”
“Yes.”
“I’d ask you what constitutes a long time, but I don’t think I want to know. Just the thought of you doing this with someone else fills me with a rather improper sense of possession.” She couldn’t believe she’d told him that.
Pushing himself up on an elbow, he leaned over and kissed her. “I’m flattered.” His gaze roved over her body, and he trailed his fingertip around one of her nipples. “You are irresistible. Though, I did try.”
Her breath caught, and she feared her body was once again rousing to his touch. Was that normal, or was she insatiable? “To resist?”
“Mmm.” He kissed her breast, gathering the mound in his hand so the nipple stood taller. He licked across the tip, hardening her flesh.
“It’s late,” she said, thinking they should sleep but not at all wanting to.
He exhaled, and the rush of his breath over her damp nipple was an intoxication of its own. “It is. We should sleep. Tomorrow will be busy as we determine our next steps.”
