Revenge Sex by Jasmine Haynes Page B

cotton; he didn’t seem to
mind.
    “You’re still wet from him.”
    “I’m wet from you ,” she said.
    His eyes deepened to the color of a dark
untamed forest as he stroked the lips of her sex through the
material. “Did he touch you this way?”
    “Yes.”
    He bent down to give her nipple a gentle
bite, then pushed up her shirt to the edge of her sports bra. “Your
skin is so smooth.” He kissed her abdomen, headed lower. He licked
along the elastic waist of her panties. Her skin quivered beneath
his touch.
    Then he trailed his nose over her mound to
her center. “Oh yeah, you’re wet.” He breathed deeply. “You smell
like come. And warm, wet woman.”
    He spread her legs, her knees hanging over
the edge of the table, and traced his finger along the cleft of her
pussy. On the way back up, he flicked over her clitoris. “Did he
play with you like this?”
    “No, he just took off my panties and started
licking me.” Though he’d only licked her once before she’d begged
him to fuck her. She wanted Cla y to linger,
to taste, to learn all her ins and out.
    Rolling a chair close with his foot, he sat
down between her legs. Then he put his hands under her, cupped her
butt, and pulled her to the edge of the table. Jessica went up on
her elbows to watch him.
    “Do you like it when he licks you?”
    She could feel his breath on her. “I like it
best when I pretend it’s you.” Ruby had gone on and on about how
much better Bradley was. She wanted Clay to know there was no one
better.
    He nuzzled her, licked her through the
panties. She needed more.
    “Take them off. Please.” She began shoving
her panties down herself.
    He helped pull them the rest of the way, down
her legs, then he put the cotton to his face, his eyes closed as if
he were in bliss. He was drinking her in, feasting on her scents.
It was the most incredibly sensual thing a man had ever done.
    “I’m going to keep them,” he said, and shoved
her panties into his back pocket. He parted her thighs once more,
gazed at her. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered.
    Her heart went to her throat.
    Then he leaned down to rub his face against
her, smelling her, marking her. And finally his lips, oh God,
nibbling, his tongue, licking, then everything, sucking her,
driving her mad.
    “He doesn’t do it like this.” She cried out
for him. “No one does it like you.”
    The peak came on her so fast, she clamped her
legs together around his head. “Yes, yes, yes. He’s all over me.
You can taste him, smell him.” And she came hard for him.
    Before the climax was even over, he rolled
her to her stomach, her feet planted on the carpet. Then he put his
fingers inside her and kissed her ass where Vince had come on
her.
    This time she actually screamed when she
came.
     
    * * * * *
     
    God, what he wouldn’t give to be deep inside
her, but he stopped short of taking her. There was wrong, and then
there was totally fucked up. He’d lost complete control and broken
too many of his own rules as it was.
    Instead he absorbed the pulse of her climax,
the intoxicating scent of her arousal mingled with her fuck buddy’s
come. He could taste them both on his lips. She was sweet, the come
salty, a perfect blend.
    He reveled in the connection, their bodies
fused together, two minds whirling with the same needs and desires. This was what he wanted from sex. Other men found it with
one woman; he laid claim to it after giving his woman away for an
evening, knowing she couldn’t wait to get back to him and make him
crazy with all the details.
    He could never explain it to his ex-wife. He
couldn’t explain why he’d never felt this so keenly with Ruby. He
didn’t know why. It defied logic. It simply was.
    Yet he didn’t have a right to take it with
Jessica.
    Her heat seeped into him through his clothing
as he lay curled over her prone body on the table. He absorbed, he
savored, he reveled. But when her breathing slowed and he could no
longer feel her heart