Page 22 of Second Go-Round

He released my breasts and slid lower, open-mouthed, wet kisses leaving a trail of dampness along my rib cage and navel.

I whined a complaint, but the anticipation of where his talented mouth approached kept me from begging him to search that black bag for some clamps.

Too damn slowly, he maneuvered lower, coming to a rest between my thighs.

“Pure heaven,” he murmured against my clit.

I lifted my hips, and he gathered my ass in his hands, his tongue sliding over my tight, throbbing nub and down through the center of my swelled lips. He licked and lapped, but my core replenished every drop of arousal he swallowed while groaning his appreciation of how I tasted on his tongue.

Arms overhead and eyes clenched shut, I panted, chest heaving as he took his good old damn time driving me insane. All that existed in that moment was desire bubbling up inside me and his mouth tempting me to the edge. No man had turned me on like Jarod. No single date had ever coursed such intense longing for release in my core. No one had tempted me to even think about having them hang around a little longer than was safe.

Jarod slid two fingers deep inside me, stealing my thoughts.

I moaned, biting the inside of my lip as he flicked my clit with his tongue. “Oh, God,” I groaned, my hips writhing for him to move. Search out my G. Make me come.

He pulled out and pressed forward again.

“Jarod,” I whimpered his name, my voice barely audible from the tingles sweeping through my body, settling between my thighs.

“That’s right.” He flicked my clit again, his fingers torturous in their slow fucking of my pussy. “I want you to come harder than you ever have, Christine,” he whispered against my throbbing nub and curled his fingers.

Magical. Fucking. Spot.

My back bowed off the bed, my breath catching—but he stopped.

“Goddamnit, Jarod!” I lifted my hips, chasing his mouth and gasping.

He grinned at me from between my thighs, my juices coating his lips.

“You said you want me to come. Shove those damn fingers back inside me!”

The asshole pinched the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck.” My head fell back again as the pain zinged straight to my clit.

“I do,” he murmured, kissing where he’d hurt me. “Eventually.”

“Fucker.”

Jarod chuckled and licked me from asshole to clit, sliding his fingers deep inside of me again. Curses spewed from my lips as he bit down on my nub with just enough pressure to make my pussy clench.

He took up a pattern of lick, nibble, curl of the fingers, and retreat.

I became a sweating, panting mess, cursing him for teasing me. But I didn’t beg for his dick. The anticipation was too sweet. Too achingly delicious.

Jarod groaned between my thighs, and I lifted my head to meet his gaze.

“You’re killing me, Christine. I want to be buried deep inside of you. Ask me to fuck you already. Please, woman.”

Who could say no to such an ardent request? Besides, the man knew how to use that rigid shaft he’d been blessed with. The man was definitely worth crossing lines for.

I could give in this once.

“Fuck me, Jarod.”

Chapter 10

Jarod

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