Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) by Kai Andersen Page A

legs wider to reach her opening; the panties
snapped. His tongue pointed, thrusting in and out with bold strokes. His
urgency, his passion, ignited her erotic side.
    Her hands tangled in his hair. She pulled him closer,
pressing him against her pussy.
    His tongue circled around her clitoris.
    Her breath quickened.
    His mouth sucked.
    She cried out, the intense sensations threatening to
overwhelm her, swamp her until her world dwindled to nothing but Jake ...
his mouth ... his tongue ...
    Oh God.
    There was no order, no logic, nothing whatsoever to
commend Jake’s actions, but she was falling apart, shattering ...
    His hard cock shoved into her as she started to convulse. His
action threw her over the edge. She erupted into screams and vicious movements,
her pussy gripping around him tightly. Each time she crested and started to
come down, a slight movement from him would send her off again. Her pleasure
went on and on.
    Finally, she came back to herself. She was half-lying on the
sofa, panting heavily. Her brow was covered with sweat, but her lips were
slowly forming a wide smile. It was the best damn ride she’d ever had.
    She opened her eyes. Jake’s head was thrown back and he had a
look of intense concentration on his face. He was trying to push into her, but
her pussy was still holding him so tightly his movements were almost stagnant.
    She purred.
    His eyes popped open. He glared at her. “You witch!”
    She laughed from sheer joy. Her muscles relaxed and he slid
in. “You are the best lover I ever had.”
    “I’d better be.” His face softened, but he still sounded
disgruntled.
    “Prove it again, Jake.” She challenged him with a sultry
laugh. “Bring me to greater heights.”
     
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    He covered her lips in a voracious kiss. She yielded to him,
but her tongue dueled fiercely with his, sometimes gaining ground into his
mouth and sometimes retreating so he could taste her honeyed depths.
    Her pleasure washed over him, increasing his building
tension. No one had kissed her quite like this, making her feel cherished
and wanted, wanted for herself and not her money.
    Jake was startled. Money?
    He started to pull back, but her soft body and being snugly
encased in her sweet warmth were siren songs that sang to him, making him lose
the fleeting thought that had flashed through his mind. His body ached from a
long-delayed release and called to him with urgency.
    He thrust into her with measured, sensual strokes. He slid
easily, her generous wetness easing the passage for him.
    Her pussy gloved him, tightening about him in minute
increments. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his neck, enabling him
to push deeper. She whimpered and writhed beneath him, her movements inciting
his excitement. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed.
    He was nearing his release. He broke their kiss, whispering
roughly, “Open your eyes, Adrienne. Look at me.”
    Her gaze reflected all the wild lust and naked desire in the
world. Suddenly, the full force of the sensations she was feeling slammed into
him, breaking over him in massive shock waves: the building pressure, the
anticipation of release, the way she savored each thrust and plunge. It
propelled him into shattering, his own tension exploding in conjunction with
hers, and only the pleasure was left as it engulfed them both.
     
    * * * * *
     
    “What was that? ”
    They were too lazy to move to the bedroom, so they made do
with her carpeted floor. Adrienne sprawled on top of him, her slight weight no
burden.
    He rubbed lazy circles on her back. “What was what?”
    “Toward the end ...” She hesitated. “It was like --
don’t laugh, okay? And don’t think I’m crazy either,” she warned.
    Jake tried hard not to laugh. She was so funny. Good thing
her head was turned away from his face. Although ... He squinted
suspiciously down at her. He could almost swear she was deliberately blowing
air at his nipple.
    “Toward the end ... I felt