him. “It’ll be even better when I use my
tongue.”
She turned her wrist to look at her
watch. Grabbing her arm, he held her. “Don’t look at that goddamn watch. We
have time. I won’t let you be late for them. But I will taste you. And I will
make you come in my mouth.”
Pushing lightly on her chest, Jace
set her back against the table, then hooked a foot around the chair, and pulled
it up. Sitting, he soothed her inner thighs with his palms, then spread her to
receive him. Taylor leaned on her elbows to watch him.
“So pretty.” He blew on her. She
moaned and bit her lip. “Beg me, Taylor. Beg me to kiss you here.” He traced
the tip of one finger across her clit and down her slit.
“Please, Jace. Put your mouth there.
Please.”
He wanted her to beg. He wanted to
hear her say his name in that soft, breathy voice. He’d dreamed of tasting
Taylor for almost half his life, dreamed of making her come the way she just
did. Lost to herself, completely his.
For one panicky moment there when
she’d told him to make her come, he’d been afraid that reality could never be
as good as the dream. Now he knew it could be so much better.
She jerked when he put his tongue
to her. Moist and tangy and hot, he sucked the juice of her last come, then
drew her clit into his mouth. She moaned and writhed. He pulled both legs over
his shoulders and grabbed her hips to hold her to him.
He’d been with women. He’d enjoyed
them. But no woman had ever been like this for him. Using his tongue and lips
to drive her wild, he took her with his mouth, and he gave her everything he
had. Her soft curls tickled his nose. He burrowed deeper. Her moans and cries
hardened his cock to a monumental ache.
When he left her today, he wanted
her to remember this, wanted her to carry the memory with her day and night.
Her fingers found their way into
his hair, twisting. She rocked against his mouth. Panting, she said his name
over and over. Her thighs tightened around his head, and the first quake of her
orgasm began. He sucked on her, hard, worrying the nub of her clitoris with his
tongue, and she exploded with sound and taste, flooding his mouth with the
sweetness of her orgasm. He took it all, every cry, every moan, holding her to
him until her pleasure was so great, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Then he raised his head and looked
at her. Her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breath. Her lashes rested
against her flushed cheeks. He leaned down, blew on her once more, then swiped
his tongue across her clit.
She jerked. “Oh Lord, no more. I
think I died.”
Jace stood, then pulled her upright
by the arms. Her head lolled on her neck. Boneless. Weightless. In the ecstasy
of orgasm. He put her limp arms around his neck.
“Oh, Jace.” She opened sleepy,
lazy, replete eyes.
Dipping his head, he kissed her,
gave her the taste of herself on his tongue, then pulled back. “Monday was
mine, today was yours, Friday, we’ll come together when I’m deep inside you.”
He’d tasted her. She’d tasted him.
He didn’t have to be inside her to know he’d never get enough of her. She
filled his heart the way her taste filled his mouth. She pushed him to
extremes, to the point where he’d risk anything to have her.
Only Lou’s memory stood in the way.
* * * * *
True to his word, Jace made sure she
left the house in time to pick up the boys. Her legs still felt wobbly, and she
kept gulping air as if she couldn’t get enough.
Lordy-Lord, she’d gotten everything
she was looking for that night when she ventured out on the wild side. She
simply hadn’t figured she’d find it with Jace. She hadn’t imagined he could
take her the way he had, make her feel such glorious sensations.
This morning, she’d thought about
doing a no-show Friday night. Now that was out of the question. Right or wrong,
she craved what Jace could give her. She wanted to feel him inside her. She
needed the memory when Saturday morning, and the
tongue.”
She turned her wrist to look at her
watch. Grabbing her arm, he held her. “Don’t look at that goddamn watch. We
have time. I won’t let you be late for them. But I will taste you. And I will
make you come in my mouth.”
Pushing lightly on her chest, Jace
set her back against the table, then hooked a foot around the chair, and pulled
it up. Sitting, he soothed her inner thighs with his palms, then spread her to
receive him. Taylor leaned on her elbows to watch him.
“So pretty.” He blew on her. She
moaned and bit her lip. “Beg me, Taylor. Beg me to kiss you here.” He traced
the tip of one finger across her clit and down her slit.
“Please, Jace. Put your mouth there.
Please.”
He wanted her to beg. He wanted to
hear her say his name in that soft, breathy voice. He’d dreamed of tasting
Taylor for almost half his life, dreamed of making her come the way she just
did. Lost to herself, completely his.
For one panicky moment there when
she’d told him to make her come, he’d been afraid that reality could never be
as good as the dream. Now he knew it could be so much better.
She jerked when he put his tongue
to her. Moist and tangy and hot, he sucked the juice of her last come, then
drew her clit into his mouth. She moaned and writhed. He pulled both legs over
his shoulders and grabbed her hips to hold her to him.
He’d been with women. He’d enjoyed
them. But no woman had ever been like this for him. Using his tongue and lips
to drive her wild, he took her with his mouth, and he gave her everything he
had. Her soft curls tickled his nose. He burrowed deeper. Her moans and cries
hardened his cock to a monumental ache.
When he left her today, he wanted
her to remember this, wanted her to carry the memory with her day and night.
Her fingers found their way into
his hair, twisting. She rocked against his mouth. Panting, she said his name
over and over. Her thighs tightened around his head, and the first quake of her
orgasm began. He sucked on her, hard, worrying the nub of her clitoris with his
tongue, and she exploded with sound and taste, flooding his mouth with the
sweetness of her orgasm. He took it all, every cry, every moan, holding her to
him until her pleasure was so great, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Then he raised his head and looked
at her. Her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breath. Her lashes rested
against her flushed cheeks. He leaned down, blew on her once more, then swiped
his tongue across her clit.
She jerked. “Oh Lord, no more. I
think I died.”
Jace stood, then pulled her upright
by the arms. Her head lolled on her neck. Boneless. Weightless. In the ecstasy
of orgasm. He put her limp arms around his neck.
“Oh, Jace.” She opened sleepy,
lazy, replete eyes.
Dipping his head, he kissed her,
gave her the taste of herself on his tongue, then pulled back. “Monday was
mine, today was yours, Friday, we’ll come together when I’m deep inside you.”
He’d tasted her. She’d tasted him.
He didn’t have to be inside her to know he’d never get enough of her. She
filled his heart the way her taste filled his mouth. She pushed him to
extremes, to the point where he’d risk anything to have her.
Only Lou’s memory stood in the way.
* * * * *
True to his word, Jace made sure she
left the house in time to pick up the boys. Her legs still felt wobbly, and she
kept gulping air as if she couldn’t get enough.
Lordy-Lord, she’d gotten everything
she was looking for that night when she ventured out on the wild side. She
simply hadn’t figured she’d find it with Jace. She hadn’t imagined he could
take her the way he had, make her feel such glorious sensations.
This morning, she’d thought about
doing a no-show Friday night. Now that was out of the question. Right or wrong,
she craved what Jace could give her. She wanted to feel him inside her. She
needed the memory when Saturday morning, and the
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