Page 32 of 7+Us Makes Nine

I was tight. I could feel it. His cock pressed against my walls and I bit down onto my tongue to keep silent. Whimpers fell from my lips as my hands curled into his chest. My nails scraped along his skin as his hands dug into my hips. I inched my way down him, wondering when our hips were finally going to connect. My pussy swallowed him whole. Opened itself up in ways it had never been open before. He split me in two, his cock bulging against every part of me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head until our hips were finally seated together.

I had to pause and catch my breath. The fire surging underneath my skin was enough to blind me. I could feel the energy in Jace’s body waiting to pour forth, but he was being kind enough to give me a chance to adjust. I wiggled my hips and pulled a groan from his throat. A muffled groan that came out almost like a growl. Shivers rushed down my spine as my eyes finally opened, and when I took in his beautiful brown stare, something inside of me popped.

I crashed my lips against his and rolled my hips, sinking him deeper into my body.

His hands guided my movements as he rose to meet my thrusts. Our tongues collided and I was tossed into an infinite world of darkness and primal urges. I felt my juices dripping down his balls. I felt my thighs coated in my arousal. Nothing but the sound of us panting and our hips connecting could be heard throughout his library, and the smell alone was intoxicating. I felt him move. I felt him twitch. I felt myself slowly beginning to rise up. I threaded my arms around his neck as his abs contracted, moving my weight along with his until I was sitting upright in his lap.

He scooted us around until he was leaning against a bookcase, then his eyes connected with mine.

And I lost myself in his kaleidoscope gaze.

I rolled my hips. I swiveled them upon his cock. I felt him pulsing against my walls as his hands guided me in the way he wanted to be fucked. He reached down for my tits and took them between his lips, sucking at my nipples and coaxing them to painful peaks that made me moan out into the room. He massaged my ass. Gripped my hips. Parted my thighs so his thumb could find my clit. He circled it quickly, smiling against my breasts as my legs began to jump.

“Jace, I… I-I-I don’t… I don’t know if-”

“Let go, Catherine.”

His voice was hot with want and I wasn’t sure if I could disobey his command.

“Let it go,” he said.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and threw my head back. My pussy clamped around his cock, massaging him as my toes curled. My thighs cramped and my back arched so deeply I thought it was going to snap into two pieces. Jace buried his face into my bosom, growling and groaning as his hips stilled against mine. I felt his legs shaking. I felt his muscles grow taut. He pulled his hand from between my thighs and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling my hips closer to his.

Pushing his cock deeper into my pussy.

“Jace. Jace. Fuck. I… it’s… you…”

Nothing but broken sentences fell from my lips. White hot pleasure coursed through my veins as his cock finally spilled into me. His hands splayed against my back, pulling me into him as my head fell to his shoulder. I felt every pump. Took in every spurt. His cum dripped from between my thighs and onto the floor of his library as I laid against him, taking in the smell of his sweat and the spirit of the books that surrounded us.

I collapsed into him, giving in to the sensuous strokes of his hands up and down my back.

I heaved to catch my breath as my pussy finally settled down. Sweat dripped down my back and my stomach as I rested against Jace and his strong body. His dick stayed buried deep within me, until his body retracted itself of its own accord. I nuzzled my nose against his shoulder. I pressed my lips against his neck. He tightened his grip around me and held me closer than I’d ever been held before. So close I could feel his heartbeat.

So close I could feel his pulse.

“Catherine?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you all right?”

I lifted my head, my eyes half-hooded with pleasure as a sloppy smile graced my lips.

“Perfect,” I said.

“So you didn’t feel…?”

I furrowed my brow as I sat my body upright in his lap.

“Didn’t feel what?” I asked.

“Like you had to do that?”

“Why would I have felt like that?”

“Because I’m your boss. Because you’re my children’s nanny. Because you might have thought that you needed to do that for fear of being fired.”

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