Page 29 of Winter's Surprise
Michelle was about to lose her mind. This man was a master at the art of teasing. She could feel her arousal dampening the little triangle covering her lady bits, and he hadn’t even tasted a nipple. His control was out of this world. She was beginning to wonder if he planned to torture her.
“You really are stunning,” he whispered, his breath fanning over the top of one of her breasts.
Michelle gripped his hair and tried to pull him closer to where she needed to feel his mouth. “Jake,” she whimpered.
His chuckle brought images of kicking the man until suddenly she found herself in his arms. “So demanding…”
Her eyes narrowed on him. “You’re not being very nice.”
Jake laid her down with more care than she expected. His knee pressed between her legs, pushing them open. Her body was beyond ready for this man. So much so that the rough fabric of his jeans along her exposed skin shot bolts of awareness tingling up her legs.
Then he kissed her hard. A kiss meant to brand her.
Michelle’s hands flew round him, her nails raking down his skin. Her hips pressed up against his jean-clad erection, needing the friction. If she moved her hips a little more, she could find some release from his torture. She was wound tight and didn’t need much more to explode under his touch.
Jake’s hands moved to her hips and pushed her down. He was as affected as she, but she couldn’t figure out why he tortured them. Before she could complain, Jake ran a finger down between her breasts to her thong. His fingers slipped under the material, and her hips raised to help him pull them off.
She squirmed under his touch as he pushed her legs back open. His eyes darkened at the sight of her sex.
“So damn pretty,” he said, running a finger along the outside of her heated flesh.
Michelle gasped at the touch. She clenched with need and hoped like hell he wasn’t going to continue teasing her into oblivion.
“I’ve dreamt every night about touching you, tasting you, taking you...” His eyes met hers, and his finger ran up her center. “You’re so wet for me.”
Jake’s head lowered, and her heart pounded erratically against her chest. She mentally begged for him to taste her. What she didn’t expect was to fall apart when he sucked her clit into his mouth. A cry of ecstasy tumbled from her lips, and her back arched off the carpeted ground. A thousand stars burst in her vision with her orgasm.
She sucked in air, hoping to calm her addled brain. Michelle looked down and found his eyes on hers. Lust and determination shone back at her. Jake, it seemed, wasn’t going to give her any sort of break.
He licked and sucked her clit until he’d drawn every drop of pleasure from her. When he managed that, one finger slipped inside her. The bent digit found her hidden bundle of nerves, and in seconds her body began to coil.
One finger and then two. Tongue, teeth, and a combination of both.
Michelle grabbed at the carpet at her sides as Jake feasted on her. The man was relentless. She’d never felt more pleasure in her life.
“Jake,” she whimpered. Her body was there, standing on the edge, needing everything he was willing to give her. “Right there, please,” she begged.
Before Michelle could take her next breath, her body splintered, and she rode wave after wave of pleasure at the hands, and mouth, of Jake Smith.
With lazy licks and kisses over her clit, he coaxed her down from her climax. His fingers soothed her sensitive flesh. Michelle pried her eyes open and found him watching her. He removed his fingers and placed sweet kisses on her delicate skin. The man was hot as hell in his pleasure-giving, and yet there was a level of worshipping that was new to her.
With his eyes on her, he licked his lips clean before doing the same to his fingers. “Mmm,” he murmured.
Michelle watched on as the sexy bad boy licked his fingers clean of her essence. It was horrifying on one hand, and on the other, it made her want to have her dirty way with him.
Angel and devil.
Jake seemed to be both when it came to sex.
He leaned back on his heels and lowered his zipper. Michelle couldn’t help but stare as his dick sprung out of its confines. He was thicker and longer than she’d experienced. Her mouth watered as she ran her wet tongue along her suddenly dry lips.
At the sound of his groan, her eyes moved to his face. “Are you sure you want to do this? Just because I’m staying the night doesn’t mean—”
“Shut up, Jake.”
Her eyes darted back down, and she watched his hand stroke from base to tip. Her breaths became shallow, and she bit her lip when a wet bead formed at the tip.
It’d been a while since her last sexual encounter. She was pretty sure Jake was going to make her sore. Honestly, she was looking forward to experiencing that level of tenderness at his hands.
