Page 76 of Bursting With Love
“Yes,” she cried.
He couldn’t stop himself. His teeth sank into her neck, and she cried out again.
“Ah, Jack. Yes.”
He kissed the area he’d just bitten, groping her breasts through the fabric of her dress and feeling her taut peaks beneath. He lowered his mouth, taking her breast through the thin material. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him harder against her chest. Jesus, forget slow. Forget letting her take control. He was a goner. He pushed up her dress, revealing her lacy thong.
“Sweet Jesus, Savannah. You’re so damn sexy,” he groaned.
She ran her tongue over her freshly kissed lips, and he pressed his chest to hers, pushing her back until she was against the bedroom door. One rough kiss and the door clicked shut. Savannah grabbed the sides of his head and pushed him down. Jack gripped her hips hard, running his thumbs over the soft skin beside her navel, then plunged his tongue deep into it. Savannah writhed beneath him. She was so sensual. Her skin was hot against his tongue, and as he kissed his way lower, he rubbed her through her panties.
“Angel, you’re so ready.”
He looked up, and she met his gaze with her eyelids at half-mast before taking his hand in hers and bringing it to her mouth. She licked his fingers front and back, then took them in her mouth and sucked, rolling her tongue around them. Jack’s groin tightened, and by the time she drew them from her mouth and pushed his hand down between her thighs, his hand was trembling with need. He lowered his mouth to the lacy fabric and licked her through the damp cloth, then slipped his fingers beneath the tiny swatch of fabric and followed the wet path inside of her. Savannah sucked in a breath.
“More, Jack.”
More. That’s just what he wanted.
“More. Jack,” she demanded.
He ripped her thong from her body, and as she stepped from it, she wrapped one long leg over his shoulder, opening herself to him. Jack looked up at her, still needing her to know how much he cared.
“Angel,” was the only word he could find.
“Please.” She widened her stance.
Jack gripped her ass with his left hand and pulled her forward as he lapped at her sweetness and thrust his fingers inside her. She pressed her hips against him, filling the bedroom with her sexy little moans. He moved his mouth to the inside of her thighs and licked a path to the crease beside her sex.
“Jack.” His name was one long exhalation. “More. More, Jack.”
Damn, she was so hot, so hungry for him, and he for her. He lifted her up, placing her other leg over his other shoulder, then settled his mouth over her center.
Savannah dug her fingers into his scalp. “Yes. Yes.”
Her voice sent a thrum of excitement through him, and when she spread her legs farther apart and pushed his hand lower, he knew just what she wanted. He teased that pucker of skin until she rocked her hips, pulsing against his mouth, and let out a loud pleasure-filled cry.
“Oh God, touch me, Jack. Touch me more.”
He was on the verge of coming, and as he lowered her trembling legs and her high heels landed on the hardwood, he stroked her with his hand, taking her up and over the edge again. Her thighs tightened as he slid his fingers deep inside her.
“Jack.” She clenched her teeth, then pulled him up to his feet. Her body trembled as she kissed him greedily before she dropped to her knees and yanked his briefs to the floor.
“No, Savannah. I’m too ready.”
She looked up and him and licked her lips. “Good.”
“I want to be inside you.” He respected her too much to do what she wanted, but as she licked him from base to tip, he could barely restrain himself.
“You will.” She took him in her mouth again, her tongue circling the tip, her hands stroking his shaft. She moaned, and it vibrated against him.
“Savan—”
She grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper into her mouth, drinking him in as he gritted his teeth and thrust forward as each magnificent shudder tore through him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come as hard or as long. When the clutch of the climax released his muscles, he looked down at Savannah licking the last drop from the tip.
Jack pressed his palm against his forehead and pushed his hair back, unable to believe what they’d just done—or how incredibly good it felt. Savannah rose to her feet and pressed her lips to his. He tried to resist, given what she’d just done, but his need for her was too great, his love too immense, and when his tongue met hers, all he tasted was sweet Savannah.
SAVANNAH DREW BACK from Jack, wanting more of him. She reached between his legs, expecting to find him flaccid and sated.
