“Yeah, I do.”
His hand glided down the front of her to the apex of her legs. His fingertips skimmed over her sensitive folds through the lace of her thong, lightly stroking. Toying with her.
A slow burn seeped through her veins.
Then his heel ground against her clit, massaging the entire area until she was breathing heavy and writhing on the sofa. When he had her hot and restless, he hooked his fingers in the strands at her hips and tugged the panties down her legs, tossing them aside.
As his gaze feasted on her, exhilaration trilled through her.
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
Again, he stroked the tiny bud between her legs, igniting a firestorm. His head dipped and his tongue replaced his fingertips, sweeping over her dewy flesh before flitting quickly, lightly and oh, so tantalizingly against her clit.
“Rafe,” Jenna said on a small cry.
“It’s been too damn long since I’ve tasted you, Jen.”
Too damn long since he’d pleasured her this way. More than that, the man had a gift. His tongue fluttered, his mouth suckled. A long finger eased inside her, wrenching another cry from her.
Jenna’s hips lifted off the sofa as she pressed herself to him. Rafe gave her everything she wanted as he stroked her inside and out, working in a second finger. Pumping with increasing pressure and speed, until the sinful sensations building within her ballooned—and burst wide open. She called his name as she came.
Her body trembled. Her breaths were scarce.
Around the pulse suddenly pounding in her throat, she said, “Holy cow…that was fast. And so amazing. You definitely haven’t lost your touch.”
“Just getting started.”
He reached up and around her neck to release the clasp of her pearl necklace. A naughty tremor ran through her from head to toe.
With a wicked smile, she said, “You’ve been thinking about our wedding night, haven’t you?”
“Every time you wear pearls I think about our wedding night.”
“This strand is in lieu of the one you broke that evening.”
“I know. I bought these for you.”
She whisked a fingertip across his lower lip and said, “Let’s hope this n
ecklace holds up better than the last one.”
Having wrapped the pearls around his erection that night, she’d slid the necklace up and down. Slowly. The beads had rolled along his thick shaft as she’d sucked him. Hard. When he’d exploded in her mouth, his surging cock had snapped the delicate strand and pearls had flown in all directions as she’d giggled and he’d groaned.
This one looked much sturdier.
But he didn’t offer them to her in order for her to do what she wanted with them. Instead, he placed the doubled up strand against her clit and snaked a hand around her from behind so he could slide the pearls along the erogenous zone, pulling tauter as her hips lifted and gyrated.
“Oh, God.” Her eyelids drifted closed and her head fell back against the pillows as he rubbed the beads against her, from anus to clit. Back and forth, back and forth.
His mouth closed around her nipple, his teeth gently scraping. She thrashed beneath him, wet and wanting him. But loving every silky wisp against her sensitive skin, between her legs. When she was just about to crest that beautiful precipice, he eased the pearls inside her pussy, then slowly pulled the necklace out and upward, the pearls dragging along her clit.
She shuddered. “I’m going to come again.”
He wound some of the strand around his finger and pushed deep into her, stroking her quickly. No rabbit vibrator with the pearl feature could beat this. She knew firsthand.
Her hips bucked as he expertly massaged her inner walls, driving her wild.