The Avoidance of Love (The Daniels' Sisters Book 2) by J. L. Monro Page B
Authors: J. L. Monro
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his full lips touching mine and suddenly they were. The first touch was gentle; if he hadn’t given me warning, I might have missed it. I’d frozen in place, but Jace continued to coax.
He licked the seam of my lips and the tiny little gasp I took was his invitation to slip his tongue inside. The smooth slow strokes inside my mouth were having an effect on the rest of my body. The tip of his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth. Nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in God knows how long were on fire. My arms came up of their own accord and my hands were in his hair.
I couldn’t control the moan that erupted from the depths of my body. He swallowed the sound and released a growl of his own. I felt his body press against mine, and all I could feel was the hard length behind his jeans.
Just when I’d lost the mental war to slide my hands over his hard body, he broke the kiss and pulled away. I felt cold, open, and raw at the loss of his contact. “As first kisses go, I’ve never had better. You’ve corrupted me, Mara. My lips will never be the same.” His breathing was heavy and matched my own ragged breath. He smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Grasping my hand in his, he stroked my knuckles with his thumb, and leaned in to whisper, “I hope you know I’m definitely not taking no for an answer now.”
Before I could respond, he nipped my lip between his teeth then sucked it into his mouth. I desperately didn’t want to be aroused by him but it was a pointless battle. He could tell I was warring with myself.
“Tell me to stop now, Mara, and I will.”
Rhyme and reason had left me a long time ago, and all I knew was that I wanted Jace right now inside of me. “You talk too much.” I grasped the back of his head and fisted my hand in his hair to pull him closer into me. He took over the kiss within seconds and I loved every second of the power he unleashed on me in waves.
I barely felt when his hips shifted away from mine so that he could undo his jeans. He was sheathed and my skirt was on the floor and kicked away promptly after. His hands grabbed my cheeks firmly, almost to the point of pain. Massaging the flesh, his hands moved lower to stop midway on my thigh.
For a second, I thought he was going to stop, but he’d been preparing to lift me up so that my legs could wrap around his waist. I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, which was flooding with every passing second. I held my breath as the thought of him having second thoughts entered my mind. His hesitation was brief; he entered me slowly and gently. We groaned in unison. Once the initial sting subsided, I could enjoy the feel of him inside me. God, it had been a long time.
Jace began moving in a rhythm that was absolute torture for me. I wanted it hard, and I wanted it fast, but no matter how I hard I tried to buck my hips to spur him on, he would not oblige. His weight shifted again, and he pressed me harder against the door behind me before his hand came down in between us to stroke my clit. His ministrations were unrelenting and produced an inexorable heat everywhere he touched me. I felt as though I was burning from the inside out.
“God, Jace, please stop teasing me.”
He chuckled into my neck. “I’m not teasing you, baby. You’re so tight; I think you might snap my cock in half. I wanna make sure we both enjoy this, so I’m not gonna rush. Just keep still, or you’re gonna break me.”
All I heard was a challenge being issued. I wanted to break him. I wanted him to give me everything he had. I used my hands to bring his face crashing into mine, took control of his mouth, and showed him with my tongue and lips, everything I wanted. At the same time, I clenched my walls with all the strength that I had. It worked.
“Shit, Mara. You can have it.”
He reared back so far that I thought he was going to slip out and then slammed back inside me with a force that I thought might break me. Every inch
He licked the seam of my lips and the tiny little gasp I took was his invitation to slip his tongue inside. The smooth slow strokes inside my mouth were having an effect on the rest of my body. The tip of his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth. Nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in God knows how long were on fire. My arms came up of their own accord and my hands were in his hair.
I couldn’t control the moan that erupted from the depths of my body. He swallowed the sound and released a growl of his own. I felt his body press against mine, and all I could feel was the hard length behind his jeans.
Just when I’d lost the mental war to slide my hands over his hard body, he broke the kiss and pulled away. I felt cold, open, and raw at the loss of his contact. “As first kisses go, I’ve never had better. You’ve corrupted me, Mara. My lips will never be the same.” His breathing was heavy and matched my own ragged breath. He smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Grasping my hand in his, he stroked my knuckles with his thumb, and leaned in to whisper, “I hope you know I’m definitely not taking no for an answer now.”
Before I could respond, he nipped my lip between his teeth then sucked it into his mouth. I desperately didn’t want to be aroused by him but it was a pointless battle. He could tell I was warring with myself.
“Tell me to stop now, Mara, and I will.”
Rhyme and reason had left me a long time ago, and all I knew was that I wanted Jace right now inside of me. “You talk too much.” I grasped the back of his head and fisted my hand in his hair to pull him closer into me. He took over the kiss within seconds and I loved every second of the power he unleashed on me in waves.
I barely felt when his hips shifted away from mine so that he could undo his jeans. He was sheathed and my skirt was on the floor and kicked away promptly after. His hands grabbed my cheeks firmly, almost to the point of pain. Massaging the flesh, his hands moved lower to stop midway on my thigh.
For a second, I thought he was going to stop, but he’d been preparing to lift me up so that my legs could wrap around his waist. I could feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, which was flooding with every passing second. I held my breath as the thought of him having second thoughts entered my mind. His hesitation was brief; he entered me slowly and gently. We groaned in unison. Once the initial sting subsided, I could enjoy the feel of him inside me. God, it had been a long time.
Jace began moving in a rhythm that was absolute torture for me. I wanted it hard, and I wanted it fast, but no matter how I hard I tried to buck my hips to spur him on, he would not oblige. His weight shifted again, and he pressed me harder against the door behind me before his hand came down in between us to stroke my clit. His ministrations were unrelenting and produced an inexorable heat everywhere he touched me. I felt as though I was burning from the inside out.
“God, Jace, please stop teasing me.”
He chuckled into my neck. “I’m not teasing you, baby. You’re so tight; I think you might snap my cock in half. I wanna make sure we both enjoy this, so I’m not gonna rush. Just keep still, or you’re gonna break me.”
All I heard was a challenge being issued. I wanted to break him. I wanted him to give me everything he had. I used my hands to bring his face crashing into mine, took control of his mouth, and showed him with my tongue and lips, everything I wanted. At the same time, I clenched my walls with all the strength that I had. It worked.
“Shit, Mara. You can have it.”
He reared back so far that I thought he was going to slip out and then slammed back inside me with a force that I thought might break me. Every inch
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