Page 54 of Howl

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I lost count of how many times my body dissolved into shaking and whimpering before he climbed back up the bed. He rested body against my side and he reached up above me releasing my hands from the rope. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip.

I bit my lip. “Is it my turn to taste you?”

“Not yet.” He shook his head, and something changed in his expression. “Snow….I…I’m not a gentle man.”

“It’s okay,” I said, reaching to touch his cheek.

“I want you,” he exhaled, leaning against my palm. “I want to take my time with you, but I’m not sure I can right now.”

I fought my smile and leaned up to give him a peck on the lips. “You wanted me wild, so be wild. I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

“If I hurt you, all you have to do is tell me to stop,” he said, getting off the bed again.

“Do your worst,” I challenged, reveling in the way his voice had changed. He sounded desperate, like it took effort to hold himself steady around me.

His mouth lifted into that wicked crooked grin I’d grown to love, and he held my gaze as he lowered his boxers to the floor. He stood up, and hesitated.

My cheeks burned, and I couldn’t resist this time. My eyes trailed down over his chest, to the delicious V of his abdomen drawing me down and down to an impressive erection that stood hard and ready for me.

He walked to the bedside table where he’d placed the second bundle of rope and opened one of the drawers pulling out a condom, and then paused looking down at me. “Do you even realize how beautiful you look right now?”

I shook my head. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Oh, I have every intention of doing just that,” he said, climbing back over me. He reached between us and massaged his fingers over the apex of my thighs. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded, curling my toes into the bed. My eyes naturally fluttered closed, bracing for another burst of ecstasy.

“Eyes open,” he commanded, and I could feel him hovering between my legs. “I want to see you.”

It took a second to gather my wits, and I looked up at him as he thrust himself inside me to the hilt. All it took was one smooth, hard, jerk of his hips and my entire body tensed around the sudden intrusion. He was bigger than I’d imagined, bigger than any of the idiots I’d slept with in New York, or New Orleans.

He groaned, dropping his head into the crook of my neck. “You’re so tight.”

I whimpered, sliding my hands around his back. Jamie laughed, sending a deep rumble through my chest, and he pulled his hips back, nearly leaving my body entirely. He swallowed another whimper with a kiss, and then thrust forward again, beginning his punishing rhythm. The room dissolved into nothing but the clash of skin on skin, tingling ecstasy, and the sound of our breathing.

My hands eventually came free as his focus shifted to where our bodies connected, and I raked my nails over his back, trying to bring him closer, to create more and more friction. My insides spiraled tighter and tighter. My heels pressed into his ass, urging him onward.

“Harder,” I gasped.

Jamie growled in my ear, and his thrusting lost rhythm for a second before picking up again. Harder than before, faster than before. The bed creaked loudly from his effort.

“Come for me,” he panted in my ear. “Come for me. I want to hear you.”

Every word that tried to form on my lips died instantly. I could feel it there, but I just couldn’t get there. Threading my fingers into his hair, I moaned.“Jamie.”

“I know,” he said, nodding in the crook of my neck. “Just feel it. Let go. It’s okay. I’m right here.”

He reached between us, circling his fingers around the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and a shiver went through my entire body as I detonated around him. My back arched and I pressed my breasts against his chest, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts.

When it faded, Jamie sat back on his knees pulling out of me. He reached over to the bedside table picking up the condom he’d pulled out early.

“No surprises,” he muttered, ripping open the foil with his teeth and positioning it over his erection.

Propping myself up on my elbows again, I couldn’t tear my eyes from what he was doing. To watch the confident way he handled himself, it made my mouth water. I wanted to taste him like he’d tasted me, and I would before the night was over. I’d let him have his fun, but then it would be my turn. I’d take control.

Once he was satisfied with the condom, he guided my legs up in front of him, and flipped me over onto my stomach. His fingers gripped my hips, shifting me back, and up off the bed. Then he took each of my hands again, clasping them behind my back, I heard him exhale in relief.

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