Page 138 of Hell Hath No Fury
She takes me in her hand and squeezes. “I already told you what I want, Jack.” Her pale green eyes with sparks of gold, like a goddess’s, meet mine. Demanding and controlled. “I want you to fuck me.” Her tongue runs over her bottom lip, and a sexy smile spreads across her face. “I want you to make me come.”
My gaze drops to watch the rise and fall of the most incredible tits I’ve ever seen in real life. Full and firm with small pink nipples. A perfect mouthful.
I run my tongue around one, and Aurora moans. “I want to still feel you between my thighs tomorrow, when I’m doing what I’m supposed to do instead of what I want.”
“And what do you want to be doing, Aurora?” I push the tip of my cock into her tight heat and stop.Teasing... Something tellsme this woman doesn’t get teased often. She’s used to getting what she wants, and she’ll get it tonight too.
But not yet.
I slowly pull out before inching in again.
Not enough for either of us to be satisfied.
But I learned a long time ago, if something’s worth having, the wait makes it so much sweeter.
“Jack...” she begs, frustration lacing the melodic sound of her voice as she attempts to bring her body closer. “I want to be fucking you.” Aurora leans up on her elbows. Her tits bounce, and I see the fight in her eyes. A hint of defiance that’s such a fucking turn-on. “If you haven’t figured that—”
My patience snaps, and I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and slam into her body.
With a clenched jaw, I inhale through my nose.
Trying to get a grip on myself.
On this . . . On her . . .
She shouldn’t feel this good.
This fucking right.
Aurora’s heavy lids close, and her soft lips form a perfect O as she forgets about whatever she was saying and drops back down on the bed. Her dark hair catches behind her shoulder, and a hint of red appears around her face.
Is she wearing a wig?
I reach down and tug gently on the dark shoulder-length locks skimming her face until her natural red hair falls around her.
It’s the color of a strawberry in the summer.
A feisty redhead. A fucking beautiful one at that.
Her panicked eyes fly open, and I rub my thumb over her bottom lip, shaking my head slowly. “You. Are. Beautiful.” But I don’t give her a chance to respond.
I brace myself over her and drag my teeth down her throat. A sharp gasp catches in her throat when I lift her hips to meet mine and finally move. Slowly.
So fucking slowly.
Not wanting this night to end.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, closing what little distance was between us, tangling her fingers in my hair as her nails score my scalp.
Her body rubs against mine with each snap of my hips against her.
It’s intimate in a way that should be unnerving but isn’t.
We cling to each other as lust mixes with desire and then turns into something else.
Something more... Something that’ll never see the light of day.
Each moan slipping past her lips is like a song playing in my head. It’s a melody that will haunt me. Every whimper... the cadence of our breathing... of our bodies. The notes dance around the edges of my brain.
