Page 131 of For Wrath and Redemption
I press my lips to Jonah’s chest, then tilt my face up and kiss his throat.
“I’m here,” I whisper against his heart tattoo. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
He kisses me awake.
I twine my arms around his torso and hide my face in his neck.
“I have morning breath.”
He rolls me onto my back, and I wrap my legs around his hips. He presses his erection against me, and I gasp.
“I don’t care about morning breath.”
Jonah presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder. My collarbone. My jaw. The whole time pulsing his hard cock against me. When his lips meet mine, all concerns of morning breath are gone. All I can think about is how badly I want him.
I snake my hand between us and into his boxer briefs. When I grasp him, he groans into my mouth and thrusts into my palm.
“I love having your hands on me.”
I squeeze, and he groans again. I stroke him with one hand and use the other to try and push down his underwear. He chuckles.
“In a hurry?”
“Are you feeling better?”
He flexes his hips into my palm. “What do you think?”
“Then yes, I’m in a hurry.”
“Too bad.” He moves down my body slowly, shoving my pajama top up my torso while kissing and nipping at my skin. He traces the hem of my bottoms with his tongue. “Because I’m not.”
Jonah pulls off my pajama bottoms and tosses them to the floor. Then he slides his palms up my thighs, grabs the backs of my knees, and spreads me wide. He stares brazenly at my pussy. He bites his lip, and it’s such a sexy look on him that I whimper. He brings his eyes from between my legs to my face and smirks.
“Jesus.” He shakes his head, dragging his gaze up and down my body. I’m on total display for him, panting and flushed, and he looks ravenous. “Look at you, Trouble. Mmmm, just fucking look at you.”
Without another word, he lies flat on his stomach and covers my pussy with his mouth. I gasp, and he shoves his hands up my body to grip my breasts. He massages them as he sucks on my clit, then tweaks my nipples when he shoves his tongue into me. I moan and try to ride him, but he brings a forearm to my pelvis and holds me down.
“This is my show.” His words rumble against me, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin. “I’m taking my fucking time. Now sit still.”
I try my best. I swear I do. But the more he works me with his tongue, the more impossible it becomes. I try to fight against his hold; Ineedto move on him, but he pushes me harder into the mattress. When he releases my breast to shove three fingers into me, I buck and thrash. Then he flicks his tongue against my clit, making me cry out.
“I’m going to come. Let me come,” I beg. “Make me come, and then fuck me.”
He laughs against me, vibrating over my skin, then hooks his fingers inside my pussy and sucks hard on my clit. My entire body contracts with the orgasm. I practically fold in on myself, locking my legs around Jonah’s head. When he doesn’t relent, I grab his hair and pull hard.
“Stop. Stop, please God, stop.”
He laughs again, then mercifully obeys. He drags his wet mouth up my stomach, stopping to bite one of my nipples before he attacks my mouth. I taste myself. I suck on his tongue and lips, and without hesitation, he pushes his cock into my aching pussy.
“Yes,” I gasp into his mouth. “Oh, yes.”
I don’t waste time. I thrust and move with him as he fucks me. He slides his arms beneath mine and cups my face, kissing me deeply. Desperately. My pajama top is bunched under my armpits so our sweat-slicked bodies glide together, and I drag my hands up and down his back. I feel his muscles move as he flexes and bends. His heartbeat pounds so hard against his chest that I can feel it in mine. I sink my fingers into his hair and pull at the root until he groans.
“You’re beautiful,” I say between kisses. “I want to touch every part of your body.”
“It’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”
His statement makes my heart squeeze and my breath catch. I don’t know what to say, so I kiss him again and hope that he’s telling the truth. I want it to be the truth. Please let it be the truth.
