Her heart was filled to bursting with emotion.
His right hand held her firm, the strong fingers splayed across the small of her back. She instinctually spread her legs slightly and when his other hand carefully parted her outer lips, and he blew on the heated core that was hidden there, she groaned loudly.
“Every single inch of you is like a fucking banquet,” he murmured against her inner thigh.
Skye began to gyrate toward him as the ache intensified.
“Christ Jagger, touch me,” she said, her breathing ragged, “I can’t stand it.”
He licked along the inside of her leg and she shuddered against him as he laughed softly. “Some patience, little bird.”
But she was having none of his teasing. Skye dug her fingers into his skull sharply and shoved herself at him, crying out in relief as the heat and strength of his tongue stroked against her wetness.
She brought her knees up, her heels holding firm against the ledge and she leaned back against the rock wall, looking down at him between her legs and loving the feel of the water falling over her breasts and down onto her thighs.
She began to tremble as he suckled at her engorged clitoris. Her belly clenched tightly and she began to make small mewing sounds as her body jerked at each pass and pull of his tongue.
The response was immediate and she felt the exquisite pressure begin to build deep inside of her, touching off a fire that singed each and every nerve ending as it rushed through her.
Her entire body was aflame with need, her breasts heavy and nipples hard.
“Jagger, harder … oh my God, I’ve never …” Her words stopped abruptly as she felt her body tighten and then the well broke and she felt a flood of liquid slide from her body as an intense orgasm ripped through her.
“You taste better than honey.” Jagger’s hoarse words rang in her ear as she wavered against his touch. His tongue licked and suckled every last bit of desire that glistened against her skin.
It was instant gratification. But it wasn’t enough.
Skye trembled in his embrace and felt like crying.
She needed more.
But the jaguar knew this, and she watched, lips parted, as he slowly kissed her along the entire length of her body, nuzzling against her navel, up to her rib cage.
He worshiped her breasts, taking his time, teasing each turgid peak until she thought she would go mad. His teeth scraped along the hard, pebbled nipples and she hissed as the sensation shot straight through her, down to her core.
Skye could feel the pressure begin to build once more and she shook her head, her long blond tendrils of hair sticking to her skin.
“Every single inch of you fucking rocks.” His eyes had darkened to alm
ost black and the tinge of red that glowed from within was a testament to how close to the edge the warrior was.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, as she struggled for calm, and she looked deeply into his eyes.
“I want all of you,” she whispered hoarsely. Her gaze went to the straining erection. “Inside of me.” Skye reached for his lips, sliding her tongue along the aristocratic lines. She nipped at him then, harder than she’d meant to, and whispered into his ear, “Right now.”
Jagger’s reaction was immediate. He hissed, and for a second his body blurred, but then his hands were all over her, and he turned her around so that she was on her knees.
Skye laughed wickedly and thrust her ass at him as she went down, enjoying the feel of his hardness against her there. She was aching for him.
She didn’t feel the rough rock on her knees, or the cool water that fell upon her. Skye spread her legs and turned to look back at him, feeling her tummy roll over at the savage look of want on Jagger’s face.
His eyes were focused solely on her heated wetness and she spread her legs even more, enjoying the feral look that stole over his features. He moved into position and when his hands grabbed her hips, drawing her back toward him, she bit her lip.
When she felt his fingers dig into her flesh, so hard it would bruise for sure, she cried out. She began to shudder with anticipation, loving the way he felt against her and when he roared loudly and plunged the whole of his length deep inside her, she screamed his name, their voices echoing together in the jungle air.
He filled her completely and she arched her back instinctually, cutting the angle in such a way she could feel his hardness scrape along her channel, hitting the sweet spot almost immediately.
“Christ, but you were made for me and no one else,” Jagger said roughly as he began to move slowly inside of her, drawing himself nearly out and then plunging back inside her soft heat.