Just Add Spice

“Yes.”

She’d always been so paranoid about getting pregnant that she’d been adamant for the extra protection, despite the fact she’d also been on the pill years ago. He found it interesting that she’d changed her stance. But didn’t want to break the spell to inquire why.

As he stroked her inner walls in a leisurely pace—though his heart pounded erratically—Jenna palmed her breasts. She squeezed them, then tugged on the hard nipples. He watched, excitement raging through him at the vision before him. And the feeling of her tight pussy encasing him.

When she shifted one hand to the apex of her legs and rubbed her clit again, he had to put a shitload of concentration into not losing it. Watching Jenna pleasure herself thrilled him. She was damn beautiful, with a stunning body—and not an inhibited bone in it.

“Rafe.” Her back arched, her hips undulated. She wanted more, and he was happy to oblige.

His thrusts quickened until she panted loudly. Pleasuring Jenna was always at the top of his to-do list. Listening to her moan and watching her writhe drove him wild.

She massaged her clit faster. He pumped harder into her. He leaned forward, his hands gripping her waist while his forearms still supported the backs of her knees, keeping her open to him.

Jenna moaned. Her body bowed off the bed. “Yes. Like that. Right there. Oh, God, Rafe!”

As she came again, she milked his cock with the clenching and releasing of her inner muscles, making him half out of his mind.

When her climax ebbed and she wasn’t squeezing the life out of him, he detangled himself from her and propped himself up on an elbow at her side as he continued to make love to her. His other hand clasped her ass cheek, pressing her against him as he moved inside her. His tongue curled around a pebbled nipple and he sucked the bud into his mouth.

“God, Rafe,” she murmured. “Everything you do to me is so amazing.”

She wrapped a leg around his waist—fully knowing that always ratcheted his excitement.

“I’m having trouble holding back,” he confessed. “But I want you to come once more.”

His fingers grazed the cleft of her ass, stroking her from one hole to the other. Then he targeted the rim of her anus. She gasped. But didn’t tense up.

“Do it, Rafe. Oh, God, please.”

He pushed in a finger coated with her cream and she squealed in delight. He delved into the forbidden spot as he thrust deeper into her pussy. His tongue toyed with her nipple, and she made sexy, erotic sounds as her body thrashed beneath his.

“Jen. Christ.” He pumped heartier into both holes. When she screamed his name and clenched his cock as she came, he erupted inside her, every single thought in his head coming to a grinding halt so that nothing but pleasure registered in his mind and tore through his body.

He let out a low growl as he convulsed from head to toe. Endless moments slipped by while he reveled in the bliss.

Finally, she asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?” He could barely breathe.

“You haven’t said anything in a while. So unlike you.”

He chuckled. “Drowning in euphoria. Let me enjoy it.”

“I’m not rushing you. I like you being on top of me. Between my legs.”

“My favorite place on earth,” he muttered against her breast.

Her fingers combed through his hair as she laughed quietly. “You know, for the light bit of kink you enjoy, it always surprises me that you prefer missionary.”

“Anything that allows you to wrap your legs around me. I’m convinced that’s their purpose in life.”

She snickered playfully. “I had no idea they had such a high calling. I just thought it was so I could get around and see over the tops of most people’s heads.”

“You add a couple inches to your stilettos and you could probably see over mine.”

“No, thanks. I like gazing up at your devilishly handsome face and staring into your ocean-blue eyes.”

“Careful. You’re starting to make me wonder again why you leave me if you like me so damn much.”