Dangerous Kiss (The Layton Family 1)

A warm summer breeze tickled her bare skin. Jake’s big hands curved around her willing body and kneaded her ass, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine, making it hard to formulate a witty comeback. Her nipples pebbled against the soft cotton of his T-shirt as she realized she didn’t need one. This was right. They were right together. “I love you. Now take me inside unless you plan on having sex on my front porch in full view of the cornstalks.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He scooped her up in his arms and strode through the house, deftly negotiating around Onion, still asleep in the hall.

Sneaking her hands under his shirt, she reveled in his taut abs twitching under her palms. Want overwhelmed her. This man was hers. To touch. To lick. To fuck. To love. So lost was she in her exploration, she didn’t realize they were in her bedroom until Jake tossed her onto the freshly made bed. Easing herself up onto her elbows, she licked her lips as Jake peeled off his T-shirt.

Curling forward until she sat up, Claire ran her tongue across his stomach. The warm musk of his cologne enveloped her as she leaned back to focus on his low-slung jeans. Busy with his zipper, her gaze followed her fingers as she inched it lower. Realizing he’d gone commando ratcheted up her need; her clit strained with each tantalizing glimpse of springy, jet-black curls.

His cock sprang from confinement as she pushed his jeans over his lean hips, tempting her with the nearness of its engorged head. A frisson of anticipation skittered across her tender skin.

Jake’s fingers tenderly twisted the hair at the nape of her neck. “Me first.”

Gently, he nudged her onto her back then released her hair. Capturing her wrists in one hand, he stretched her arms above her head as far as they would go.

The position forced her breasts to jut upward, the twin peaks exposed and begging to be touched. Nearly undone by the anticipation, a desperate moan escaped her yearning body.

He lowered his hot mouth and stroked them with his tongue, sending fire sizzling through her body. His teasing fingers circled her wet pussy as he continued his soft assault on her tingling nipples.

Back arched, her entire body pleaded for a harder touch on her clit. Needing to hold onto something solid, she twisted the comforter in her hands. “Please, Jake.”

He chuckled into the valley between her breasts, his warm breath tickling her tensed nerves there. “What’s wrong?” He punctuated his question by grazing the distended peach nipple with his teeth.

“More.”

“More what?” He slowed his stroking fingers until it seemed her pussy would collapse with want. “Tell me what you want more of, Claire.”

Pleasure ricocheted across her body, from the stretch of her arms to the yearning ache in her core. “Touch my clit, rub it harder.”

He increased the pressure but kept the speed agonizingly slow. “Like this?”

The combination of pressure and unhurried pace stole her ability to form words. She moaned her assent, twisting her hips as a vibration started building in her thighs.

“Or is it more of this?” Hard and fast, two of his fingers whirled around her wet lips, dipping inside her steamy depths so his palm massaged her clit.

“Yes… That… Do that.” Turning her head, she panted into the covers. The tremors in her legs deepened as the tightness in her pussy increased. Everything built higher and tighter, her entire body heaving with need.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, Jake pinched her clit, sending her over the edge. A strangled moan escaped as the orgasm exploded like an atom bomb. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her body. Jell-O had more consistency than her bones.

The bed dipped when Jake lay down next to her, pulling her pliant form against his unyielding frame. While she spooned with her back glued to Jake’s chest, the world floated back into focus. He nuzzled the base of her neck, tickling her with his day-old beard. His long fingers strummed against her stomach, his thumb brushing her bellybutton. Although she’d yet to catch her breath, blood began rushing in response to the primitive chords he played.

The crinkle of ripping foil preceded him slipping on a condom. Like a lightning rod, his iron-hard cock nestled against her tight ass, focusing and attracting her sexual energy. Grinning wickedly, she swiveled her hips against him in easy, small circles. His hand slid down to her hip, locking her in place. He pushed against her, his cock driving between her slick folds from behind.

“Jake.” Her voice, strangled with pleasure, pleaded with him as he filled her.

“You feel so good.” His words were hot against her neck.

Her body responded to his rhythm, increasing the pace as need grew within her. His fingers glided through the skinny landing strip of tight curls around her pussy. When he made contact with her sensitive clit, her back bowed and fire shot through her body. A few revolutions around her already sensitive button and a spine-tingling sensation streaked up her back in a climax that reverberated across her body in a blaze of white light.

Jake flipped onto his back, taking her with him so she gyrated on top of him, facing away. Grinding her hips against him, she reached between his legs to cup his tight balls. His moan of encouragement spurred her on to take him in deeper until there was nowhere else for him to go. She leaned into a backbend, her back arched over his chest and her palms flat on either side of of him while riding his erection rough and hard.

Claire undulated upward. Jake followed into a sitting position, pushing her forward until she was on her hands and knees. Calloused fingers gripping her hips, he plunged into her soaking-wet core. She met each of his forceful thrusts, their bodies urging each other on toward that other dimension where pleasure bordered on the divine. Each forward motion of his cock rubbed against the spongy nerve endings deep within her, enticing her G-spot to the next level of hedonistic bliss.

She folded herself down onto her elbows, her ass high in the air, as Jake drove into her, his balls slapping against her bare flesh. The tempo increased to a frantic rhythm, ecstasy lying just beyond her reach. The pressure swelled until it consumed her. In an instant, the world shattered as her pussy convulsed around Jake’s rigid cock. Jake shook as he plunged inside of her one last time, coming with her name on his lips.

They collapsed onto the twisted covers on her bed. Her lungs struggled for breath as her heart slowed to a less frenzied rate. Curled within his strong arms, Claire rested her cheek against the soft curls on his chest, exhausted and happy beyond belief.

Jake circled his palm on the small of her back. “I’m definitely never going now.”

She snorted against his ribs. “Good, because there’s no way I’d let you.” Her heavy eyelid