stretched folds. Her clit was hard and exposed. The air had dried it. She stuck a fingertip into her mouth then rubbed the moisture in quickening circles on her clit, until she was no longer trying to drive him crazy. She was right there. “Jackson,” she cried out, her voice shrill inside the small room.
He pushed deep then slid his arms beneath her body and rolled them both, not stopping until she was on top, her thighs splayed over his hips. “Guess I wasn’t movin’ fast enough for you,” he murmured, his smoky eyes half-lidded.
“You were wonderful,” she said, “but I already told you, I’m not fragile.” She placed her hands on his chest and lowered her body. Her nipples scraped his skin, and she rubbed against him, liking the way her nipples caught his chest hair.
Jackson moved his hands around her waist then lower, gripping her ass. He moved her up his body, then down again, the shallow motions a tease.
“I’m not sure I’m strong enough for this, Jax,” she said softly. “I’ll run out of breath.”
His firm mouth curved at the corners. “Get yourself excited. Use my cock to do it. I’ll take over when you’re ready.” He reached for the pillows and stuffed two beneath his head and shoulders. “Sit up. I want to see you.”
He wanted to watch her boobs jiggle. Her mouth pursed, and then she grinned. She pushed up, groaning because gravity pulled her down his shaft. He was so deeply embedded their groins met, and her clit was being tickled by coarse hairs.
“Move.”
Again, that authoritative tone. One that made her back snap. She scooted her knees closer to his hips, and then lifted herself, sliding up his cock, relishing the feel of his thickness moving through her channel. Then she sank, liking it even better when she was stuffed full with him. Moisture was plentiful and kept her up and down glides from burning from the friction.
His hands squeezed her ass, and he jerked them up then down, moving her quicker. And she didn’t complain, because she was ready, moving faster and faster. She bounced on his cock, enjoying the jouncing of her breasts and the slap of her intimate flesh against his.
Sweat broke on her face and torso, and she grew breathless. She didn’t want to stop, but she also didn’t want to pass out before she orgasmed, so she halted, swaying over him. “Your turn,” she gasped.
His smile was thin and slightly feral. He pulled her arms, bringing her against him, then closed both of his around her back and rolled again.
She liked it when he was on top. His weight was a heavy, comforting blanket. And his body was accessible. She couldn’t resist the urge to sweep her hands over his strong back or trace his spine—or scrape her nails down his hot skin to his ass. Fair was fair. She gripped both round, hard globes and squeezed. “You have to move,” she said, glaring up at him.
Instead, he cupped her face and kissed her. When he drew back, he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Hold on tight.”
More wetness flooded her sex.
He hooked both arms beneath her knees and raised her butt from the mattress, allowing him to straighten on his knees. Then he pulled her forward at the same time he drove into her, moving her gently at first, then with increasing power, quicker and quicker, until the sounds their bodies made had her nearly swooning—moist, slick slaps where their groins met, his harshening breaths, her needy whimpers.
When he was pistoning fast, they locked gazes. “This what you wanted?” he gritted out.
“Yes!”
He slowed—the bastard!—and lowered her legs, then came over her, raised on one elbow as he slid his fingertips over her clit. Then he stroked her again—this time tunneling, driving deep, hooking his strokes to skim a spot inside her that had her panting. “There, there,” she said. “Please, don’t stop.”
He lay over her and slipped both hands beneath her ass to hold her still, then rutted, his face reddening, his
He pushed deep then slid his arms beneath her body and rolled them both, not stopping until she was on top, her thighs splayed over his hips. “Guess I wasn’t movin’ fast enough for you,” he murmured, his smoky eyes half-lidded.
“You were wonderful,” she said, “but I already told you, I’m not fragile.” She placed her hands on his chest and lowered her body. Her nipples scraped his skin, and she rubbed against him, liking the way her nipples caught his chest hair.
Jackson moved his hands around her waist then lower, gripping her ass. He moved her up his body, then down again, the shallow motions a tease.
“I’m not sure I’m strong enough for this, Jax,” she said softly. “I’ll run out of breath.”
His firm mouth curved at the corners. “Get yourself excited. Use my cock to do it. I’ll take over when you’re ready.” He reached for the pillows and stuffed two beneath his head and shoulders. “Sit up. I want to see you.”
He wanted to watch her boobs jiggle. Her mouth pursed, and then she grinned. She pushed up, groaning because gravity pulled her down his shaft. He was so deeply embedded their groins met, and her clit was being tickled by coarse hairs.
“Move.”
Again, that authoritative tone. One that made her back snap. She scooted her knees closer to his hips, and then lifted herself, sliding up his cock, relishing the feel of his thickness moving through her channel. Then she sank, liking it even better when she was stuffed full with him. Moisture was plentiful and kept her up and down glides from burning from the friction.
His hands squeezed her ass, and he jerked them up then down, moving her quicker. And she didn’t complain, because she was ready, moving faster and faster. She bounced on his cock, enjoying the jouncing of her breasts and the slap of her intimate flesh against his.
Sweat broke on her face and torso, and she grew breathless. She didn’t want to stop, but she also didn’t want to pass out before she orgasmed, so she halted, swaying over him. “Your turn,” she gasped.
His smile was thin and slightly feral. He pulled her arms, bringing her against him, then closed both of his around her back and rolled again.
She liked it when he was on top. His weight was a heavy, comforting blanket. And his body was accessible. She couldn’t resist the urge to sweep her hands over his strong back or trace his spine—or scrape her nails down his hot skin to his ass. Fair was fair. She gripped both round, hard globes and squeezed. “You have to move,” she said, glaring up at him.
Instead, he cupped her face and kissed her. When he drew back, he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Hold on tight.”
More wetness flooded her sex.
He hooked both arms beneath her knees and raised her butt from the mattress, allowing him to straighten on his knees. Then he pulled her forward at the same time he drove into her, moving her gently at first, then with increasing power, quicker and quicker, until the sounds their bodies made had her nearly swooning—moist, slick slaps where their groins met, his harshening breaths, her needy whimpers.
When he was pistoning fast, they locked gazes. “This what you wanted?” he gritted out.
“Yes!”
He slowed—the bastard!—and lowered her legs, then came over her, raised on one elbow as he slid his fingertips over her clit. Then he stroked her again—this time tunneling, driving deep, hooking his strokes to skim a spot inside her that had her panting. “There, there,” she said. “Please, don’t stop.”
He lay over her and slipped both hands beneath her ass to hold her still, then rutted, his face reddening, his
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