Page 61 of Irresistible
When he faced her once more, he narrowed his eyes slightly. “Your turn.”
Jess grasped the night rail and drew it over her head. A tremor passed over her from exposing her flesh to the cool night air, but she wasn’t cold.
“You are lovely,” he whispered. “Remember, tell me at any moment to stop if that’s what you want.”
In response, she took his hand. “Please touch me.”
“Gladly.” He cupped her face and kissed her fiercely. His other hand returned to her breast, cupping her.
She grasped his waist and pulled him against her. His sex, hard and warm, collided with hers. Mostly—he was taller than her. She longed to feel him just where she wanted, so she stood on her toes.There.
Desire swept through her, and he seemed to feel it too. With a groan, he picked her up and put her on the bed. He climbed on beside her, but didn’t renew their kiss. Instead, he found her neck again. Once there, he made his way down to her breast, holding it in his palm as he closed his mouth over her nipple.
Jess clutched his head, just as she had in her dream. How had she envisioned this when it hadn’t happened? Had she somehow brought it to be? Thought abandoned her as need pulsed lower and lower, driving straight to her sex.
Then his hand was there, his fingers drifting across her hip and thigh until they reached the folds nestled between her legs. He kissed her breast, teasing the passion curling inside her to new heights. This was an arousal she’d never known, a need so desperate, she could only imagine how it might be satisfied.
Stroking her flesh far better than she’d ever touched herself, he found the most sensitive spot. She arched up as his thumb pressed and swirled over her.
She grasped his waist again, her fingers digging into him. Her hips began to move with his hand, seeking more as her need intensified. “More,” she rasped, not entirely sure what she was asking for.
He moved from her breast, kissing back up to her neck, to her ear. “You are ready for me. Here, anyway.” He nudged his finger into her sex.
“I’m ready. I want more. I need more. Don’t stop. Please.” She lifted her hips, wanting more of him inside her.
“This?” He slid his finger into her, moving slowly until he buried the entire digit into her sheath. “My cock will be much larger.”
God, yes, she wanted that. She parted her legs, opening herself to him completely. “Please,” she begged, her hips moving in a circle.
He pumped his finger into her, withdrawing and thrusting. This was what she wanted, what would bring her relief. He moved his hand faster, giving equal attention to her clitoris and her sheath, stroking and filling her with a measured, insistent pace. She rose from the bed, clutching him wildly as she spiraled toward the end. Or would it be a beginning?
He licked her ear. “Come for me, Jess. Surrender to the rapture.” His teeth tugged her earlobe, and he slid two fingers into her, finding a spot inside she never knew existed.
The world crashed and split asunder, surrounding her in light followed by a liberating darkness. Jess wasn’t sure if she was still a part of herself or if he’d actually set something within her free.
He continued to touch her sex as she settled from her climax. Her body thrummed with pleasure and bliss. She couldn’t help but smile. “That was so much better than I’ve ever done.”
Laughter caressed her neck just before he kissed her there. “I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” What an asinine question. Of course he did. Unlike her, he had experience with this. An odd, irritated sensation crept over her as she briefly considered how much experience he might have.
That was absurd to think about. Whatever had happened before and whatever would happen, he was hers right now. This moment was for them, and she wouldn’t let silly thoughts intrude.
Wriggling beneath him as she came fully back to herself, she moved her hand forward on his hip until she met his rigid shaft. He moaned softly, and she was encouraged to encircle him with her fingers.
“Tell me what I should do,” she whispered, moving her hand along his length. He felt marvelous—hard, but also velvety soft.
“Just that. Start at the base and slide up to the tip.” He sucked in a breath as she did what he said. “Yes. That. Again.”
She complied. Eagerly. And while doing so found she apparently hadn’t been completely satisfied. The same hunger began to build inside her once more, coiling in her belly and blooming into her sex, her breasts, every corner of her trembling body.
Dougal moved between her legs. Instinctively, she lifted them, opening her thighs so he could settle against her. She continued to stroke him. When she reached the top, she pulled back the hood and stroked her thumb over the tip. Moisture coated her flesh.
Her hand stilled. “Are you finished?”
“What?” He sounded confused. “No. God, no.”
“But you feel…wet.”
