Page 59 of Bursting With Love
She grabbed his cheeks. Her eyes flashed open, dark and impassioned. “Take me, Jack. I want you.”
He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop. Every kiss made him want her more. He wanted every tender touch, every taste, and every moment to last forever. None of it was enough. He pushed himself from the bed and unbuckled his belt, then stepped from his jeans and briefs. His formidable erection sprang free, and as he closed his eyes and drew his shirt over his head, he felt Savannah’s slim fingers wrap around him. She stroked him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Jack threw his shirt on the floor and looked down at her before his eyes closed against the pleasure of her wet mouth on his hard length. He tangled his hands in her thick hair and let her lead the dance as she took him deeply into her mouth and then drew him out slowly. God, she was killing him, a slow torturous death. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to be gentle and loving, but every fiber of him ached for release.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it harder against her head, helping him move her forward and back. Jack threw his head back and drew in a deep breath, turned on by her aggression. He did as she urged, and with both hands, he moved her faster. He drove deeper into her mouth, until he could feel the back of her throat against the tip.
“Savannah, no. Not like this.”
She looked up at him, her lips still wrapped around him, and he just about lost it. She released him slowly.
“I want to do everything with you, Jack.”
Her eyes were wide, innocent, but in the next second, darkness stole the innocence and translated as pure, sexual lust. He wrestled with his next move. God, he wanted to be inside her, but how could he turn down such a desirous plea?
“Explore with me. I’ve never explored my sexuality like this with anyone, Jack.” She rose to her feet. “I want you in ways I have never wanted anyone before.”
“Jesus, Savannah.” He took her mouth in a rough kiss, their teeth clashing, their tongues digging deep, hard. All hope of restraint shattered. He lowered her to the bed and climbed on top of her, pressing her into the mattress as he straddled her, his knees pinning her arms out to the side.
“Yes, Jack,” she urged, lifting her head so she could lick his balls.
His head fell back and his groin tightened. He’d do anything for her. With her. To her. Whatever she wanted, but this felt so good and so wrong at the same time. He wanted her to know how much he’d begun to care for her. He wasn’t brought up to believe that you treated the person you cared for this roughly—even if it was what she wanted. Even if it spiked all the dirty thoughts he’d ever conjured up. He couldn’t do it. He set her arms free, and as he lowered his body on top of hers, he saw disappointment in her eyes.
“I want more with you, Jack. I want to experience everything with you—sexually and otherwise,” Savannah said. “I don’t know why, but I do.”
He kissed her again. “So do I. But I want you to know how I feel about you. It’s not just sex for me.”
“For me either,” she whispered. “Love me, Jack. I know it’s crazy. We’ve only known each other a few days, but I can’t pretend I don’t feel it, and if you run the other way, you do. I want whatever I can have. A day, an hour.”
She said everything he felt and had been hiding from. “A lifetime.” The words came out before he could check them, and when he realized what he’d said, he knew he meant it. “I’m broken, Savannah, but I’m fixable. I know I am.”
She pushed him onto his back and ran her hands along his chest. He closed his eyes, drinking in her loving touch. Her lips found his nipples, and she stroked them with her tongue, caressing his chest with her small hands. Jack could barely breathe. His empty world was becoming full once again, and when she straddled him and lowered herself onto him, taking in every inch of his hard length, he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She pressed her palms on his chest as she moved in a quick rhythm against him. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her down to him so he could taste her lips once again. Her mouth was heaven—warm, wet, needy. Her slim hips moved in perfect time to his efforts, stringing his nerves into tight cords. She drew away and arched her back, moving faster, growing tighter around him.
“Jack,” she cried.
“Savannah.” He got the word out just before every muscle tightened, and he gritted his teeth against his powerful release.
Savannah moaned, loud and high-pitched.
Jack’s groans were deep and growly as pleasure tore through his chest, stealing his breath and flexing every muscle until they ached. He thrust hard as he filled her with his love, meeting her quick throbs with his own strong thrusts until blissful shivers replaced the urgency and she came to rest on his chest.
