Just Add Spice

His fingers swept away loose strands of hair along her temple. Her head bobbed as she made love to him with her mouth. Then she sucked him hard.

“Goddamn. Jenna. Don’t make me come.”

Urging her away with gentle hands, he stared down at her with fire in his eyes.

“I know how you want it,” he said.

“Yes.”

He sat on the sofa cushion, the chenille throw draped over it, positioning himself in the corner. One long, powerful leg stretched out along the couch, while he firmly planted the other foot on the floor. He reached for Jenna and pulled her to him, with her back to him. She straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his cock, taking him in all at once. She was that wet. That in need of him.

A sharp moan fell from her lips.

Her body stilled for several seconds as she assimilated to the girth. Of being filled and stretched.

“It really has been too long since I’ve felt you inside me,” she whispered.

How had she survived three years without this?

Jenna didn’t want to answer her own question.

Slowly, she began to move, rocking against him. Small pants of air fell from her lips, growing heavier as he thrust up into her while she rode his cock.

Rafe’s hands gripped her at the dip of her waist, pushing her down onto him as he pumped heartily.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, his voice gruff, his breathing jagged.

Her head fell back and her hands cupped her breasts. She moved with him, her hips undulating and her own raspy breaths picking up…along with her pulse.

He read all the signs. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“I love how this feels,” she said. “But I’m ready.”

One of his hands slipped around to her front and he rubbed her clit with two fingers. Rapidly. Masterfully. She released her breasts and leaned forward, flattening her palms on the cushion between his parted legs. Rafe’s free hand tugged the holder from her hair and the strands spilled all around her. She arched her back, raised her hips slightly. And then he fucked her. Fast, hard strokes that jarred her—and felt so incredibly good she wanted to scream again. As it was, her throaty moans resonated throughout the room.

Oh, how she truly had needed this! How she’d needed him.

He kept up an aggressive rhythm on her clit as he hammered into her. Jenna’s fingertips pressed into the leather cushion.

“Rafe,” she cried. “Oh, God. Yes.”

Her breasts bounced and the ends of her hair grazed her nipples. He was huge inside her, but she squeezed him tight. He grunted.

“Careful,” he said. “I’m too tightly wound right now for that.”

Regardless, she ground herself against him, and then lifted again so he could piston into her.

“Rafe, you are so incredible.”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes. You’re going to make me.”

He fucked her faster. Harder. The sensations swelled within her again, then converged and exploded. Jenna screamed his name as she came, because she knew he liked it when she did. And she simply couldn’t help herself.

Her inner muscles contracted around him as her orgasm took hold of her entire body.

“Jen, I can’t stop. Jesus.”