What she needed, more than anything, was Jared.
The sex, the connection they shared, was just too good to deny. She didn’t want to deny it. She wanted to keep having sex with Jared as much as possible. Because every single time they came together, it was better than the last. The orgasms more intense, the way he touched her, kissed her, looked at her…it was almost too much.
Sigh.
Amazing. Moving. Earth-shattering. If she didn’t watch it, she could find herself falling in love with him.
“You feel extra good this morning.” Jared pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, along her shoulder. She shivered, loving the press of his hot, damp lips against her skin. “All naked and warm and wet.”
“Wet?”
“Oh, yeah.” He snuck his hand around, slid it down her now-trembling belly until his fingers stopped at her sex, slipping between her legs. “So very, very wet.”
His voice, his words did something to her she could hardly understand. Weaved a sort of magic over her until she was too weak to protest anything he might ask of her.
“Get on your knees,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips and giving her a push.
Like that.
Without thought she withdrew from him, getting into position. Anticipation curled within her, making her belly clench, her thighs quiver. She grew damper, knowing he was about to do something wonderfully wicked to her, and she settled forward on her elbows and forearms, her butt pointing upward. It was a vulnerable position, exposing her completely, but she trusted him. As stupid as that might sound, yes, she did trust him. At least in bed.
With her heart? Maybe not so much.
“Ass up. Just the way I like you.” He sounded amused. Sexy as hell. Moving behind her, he smoothed his hands over her butt, settling them on her lower back, pulling her toward him. “Pretty and pink and glistening. Fuck baby, I want to taste you first.”
“Oh.” She jolted when he leaned forward and licked the entire length of her slit. She glanced over her shoulder, saw his naked body poised and ready, his big hands sprawled across her butt and holding her in place, his face buried between her cheeks as he licked her again and again, his tongue teasing her clit.
His cock was rock hard, the heavy weight of it resting against the mattress, and she wanted it. Wanted him to fill her, pound her, bring her to ground-shaking orgasm once or even twice, if she was feeling extra ambitious.
She was. She so was.
Jared was the only man who’d ever turned her multi-orgasmic. She’d thank him for the rest of her life for sharing that particular talent with her. He was unabashed in his wanting her and that thrilled her. He was wicked, a man who went after his pleasure and made sure she was always along for the ride.
A moan escaped her when he sucked her clit and she closed her eyes, fisting the sheets in her hands. He kept up his sensual assault, licking and sucking and circling her with his skilled tongue until she was convulsing against him, crying out from the intensity of her orgasm.
Still shaking, she pressed her head against a pile of pillows, and he gripped her hips with his big hands and entered her, thrusting deep, giving her just what she’d imagined only minutes before. Pounding his way toward orgasm, his groans mingled with her whimpering cries, until the both of them were racing toward their climax with shocking ease.
She loved how he called out her name at that precise moment before he fell over the edge and came. Loved more how he cradled her close once he disposed of the condom and pulled her to him. Bone-deep satisfaction curled through her and she pressed her face against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
“I think you’re trying to fuck me to death,” he said.
Lifting her head, she studied him. Saw that he looked completely serious. “I
think that’s the other way around. You grabbed me first.”
“You’re the one who always looks too good to pass up,” he returned, his brows raised. “I wake up and find you all snuggled close and naked, that perfect ass of yours pressed against me, well guess what? I can’t resist that.”
He thought she had a perfect ass? Well, if that didn’t make her morning even more fabulous than it already was…
She moved into him, giving him a long, leisurely kiss, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her belly tingled, her sex clenched when he gripped the back of her head and she was almost embarrassed how much she wanted him again.
“See?” he murmured against her mouth when she broke the kiss. “You’re thinking about doing it again right now, aren’t you?”
She shoved at his good shoulder, which was like trying to push a brick building. “Stop.”
“I bet I could pull you on top of me and you’d ride yourself straight to oblivion.” He slid his hand down her back, a single finger tracing the curve of her spine.
“I bet I could grab you right now and discover you’re hard.” She shivered at his gentle touch, laughed when he batted her hand away from his front, which she, of course, was trying to grab. She liked how easy it was with him. How playful they could be. Not only was Jared a considerate, wickedly sexy lover, he was also…fun.