Page 28 of Pleasure Control

For her.

Jay shook the buzz from his head, took deep gulping breaths, and worked to maintain what little control he had left before it was completely obliterated.

He sank to his knees, skimmed his fingers over her sleek bare legs, and then wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her tight against him as he breathed in her scent.

He glanced up at her and drew a fueling breath. “Does it hurt anywhere else, Laura?”

Sagging against him, she gave a quick nod and skated her hands over his flesh, brushing his hair from his face. Moisture pebbled their skin, melding their bodies as one.

He became unhinged as her eyes moved over his body and caressed him with sultry heat. A fine tremor rippled down his spine.

He closed his eyes against the flood of emotions.

“Show me, and I’ll kiss it better.” His voice dropped an octave.

Green eyes darkened and burned with lust. Her breath came in a ragged burst. “I ache here.” Her sweet scented breath fanned his face as she exhaled. Hands shaking, she cupped her full breasts in offering. Her fingers surfed over her puckered buds as though attempting to relieve the ache.

Sweet Jesus! Pleasure engulfed him. Jay shackled her hands and anchored them to her sides as his mouth found her hard, distended nipple. He kissed her and brushed his tongue over one engorged pebble through the silky fabric. Using his teeth he nipped her material and tucked it under her breast, freeing her mounds from their constrictive confines.

“So beautiful.” He blew a warm breath over her quivering flesh.

“Oh, Jay,” she whispered, arching into his mouth. The fire in her eyes licked him from head to toe.

He growled and began lapping at her with hungry strokes, greedily pulling her taut nipple between his teeth, sucking, nibbling, and relishing the taste until her moans of pleasure merged with his. Turning his attention to her other breast, he treated it to the same tongue bath. God, he loved how they swelled in his mouth.

As though in a bid to ease another deep ache inside her, she rubbed her sex against him. The movement was slight, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He glanced up at her and raised a brow. “Does it hurt somewhere else, Laura?”

Her chest rose and fell in an erratic pattern, her breath sounding labored. She blinked. “Yes,” she admitted.

Jay inched back and rested his hands on her hips. “Touch yourself, Laura. Touch yourself and show me exactly where it hurts,” he commanded in a gentle voice.

Without pause, Laura trailed her hands over her body until she reached the apex of her legs. “Here, Jay. It hurts here.” He heard the impatience, the need in her voice.

It thrilled him, the way she played along. Warmth settled low in his gut as everything in him reached out to her. She did strange things to his insides. Foreign emotions pressed against his heart, causing it to tighten.

He took a fortifying breath and worked to keep his voice level. “Would you like me to kiss it better?”

He watched her throat as she swallowed. Her legs widened involuntarily. “Oh yes…” came her breathy reply. “I would definitely like for you to kiss it better.” Her dark lashes fluttered shut.

Seeing her this excited made his body pulse and throb in sweet agony. His muscles clenched with the tension of an orgasm.

He curled his fingers around the lacy scrap of material and tugged it aside, exposing her sweet sex. Leaning in, he inhaled her aroused scent. His nostrils flared. The intensity of his desire for her was most frightening.

He pulled open her dewy lips for a closer examination. “Oh yes, Laura. I can see that you ache here.” With a feathery light caress, his thumb circled her clit. It was hard, inflamed. “You’re very swollen.”

Laura trembled and quivered under his touch. “Please make the ache go away,” she begged.

“Oh, I plan to, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss over her drenched mound and parted her folds with his tongue. Her juices began to flow. The first delicious taste pushed him to the edge.

“Is this helping?” he asked as he made a slow pass with his tongue, hoping to make her delirious with pleasure.

She spread her legs wider, granting him deeper access. “Not yet, you better keep trying…” When he kissed her again, her voice fell off as a moan worked its way up her throat.

He deepened the kiss and then slipped one finger inside her tight fissure. A heated moan tore from her throat. When he felt her slick heat, pleasure forked through him and tilted his world off its axis.

He drew a quick breath and glanced up at her. His voice thinned to a whisper. “Laura, you’re dripping.” Did she have any idea what that did to him?

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