“Jesus Christ, Jagger, I want …” Her voice trailed off as he continued to run his tongue along her inner thigh, circling the entire area.
“What do you want? I need to hear you say it.” His voice was thick, heavy, and Skye knew that he was as close to the edge as she was.
“I want your mouth on me,” she yelped softly as his tongue made a quick pass, dipping just along the inside of her center.
“I want your tongue inside of me.”
The hand at her back dug in and he brought her close. Skye looked down at him, felt the cream of her desire begin to pool as the feral look on his face fed her like a bowl full of chocolate and cherries.
He growled softly, smiled a wicked smile, and then answered her call.
Jagger’s tongue plunged deep inside her opening, working her over with a ferocity that brought screams from her mouth. Deftly he played with her clit, suckling the engorged nub until the pressure inside of her began to shake along her inner channel.
When his teeth scraped along the sensitive peak she leaned back and her hands fell away from the tree, finding their way to the dusky nipples that stood erect and needful. She massaged her breasts as Jagger continued to pleasure her in a way she’d not thought possible.
His tongue was like magic and he fed from her like a hungry man. When he inserted two fingers deep inside of her while continuing his assault with his wicked mouth, Skye truly thought she’d faint from sheer pleasure.
Was it possible to lose consciousness from the act of lovemaking?
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I’ve just never … ever …”
She couldn’t even articulate her thoughts.
Jagger paused against her. She could hear his ragged breathing and knew he was as affected as she was. “That’s because you were made for me and no one else.”
His fingers began to work their way deeper inside of her, and when he curved them, found that special spot that lay hidden, she nearly collapsed.
Skye looked down again, her eyes drawn to the man beneath her.
“You will never belong to anyone other than me,” he said again. His words were simple but she knew what they meant. He was a warrior; they played for keeps.
It was then, in that moment, that she knew. Their future would never be a together thing. How could it? She had a mission to finish. And it broke her heart.
Her sad thoughts melted away as Jagger continued to worship her body, his fingers, tongue, and mouth giving her pleasure beyond what she thought possible.
Skye feared she would rip apart, so intense was the orgasm that exploded over and through her.
Her hands fell to Jagger’s head and she rested against him as her body continued to shudder from its release.
When she could stand no more, she slowly slid down until she was face to face with the man who had not only rocked her world, but had also changed her forever.
He grabbed her chin gently and brought her lips to his. She opened beneath them, wanting to crawl inside him, to caress and touch every inch of his body.
She wanted to fulfill every wish and desire.
If only she had enough time.
Skye kissed Jagger with such passion that the ferocity of it startled her. Her arms wrapped around his powerful shoulders and she pressed every inch of her flesh against his.
He broke away, breathing hard. “You’re fucking killing me, woman.”
His beautiful eyes regarded her, hooded and full of need.
There was so much to say. Could she trust him enough? To tell him exactly how she felt? That amidst all this craziness she felt the same?
Was it fair considering her days on earth were numbered?
“Jagger, there’s something—”