“It’s your turn now, sweetheart.”
She grabs hold of my arms for support as I pinch both nipples between my fingers and gently twist. Rona arches into my touch, and moaning, she grinds herself against me.
Reaching for the cream, I spray a circle around each nipple before dropping the canister to the floor.
Unable to catch my breath, I look at the feast waiting for me before looking up and seeing the lust in her eyes.
Fuck, she’s hot.
“You look good enough to eat.”
She starts sliding her wet folds up and down my cock, which is fully engorged between her legs. The friction has me weeping pre-cum against my stomach.
“Then eat me. Please,” she groans.
Slipping a hand between us to the entrance to her core, I dip one finger in as I start to eat and lick one cream feast before moving on to the other cream covered nipple. Rona is grinding on my hand and whimpering in pleasure, which has my dick so excited I’m not even sure if I’m going to be able to hold my building orgasm at bay.
Once I’ve completely licked all the cream up, I can’t stop sucking and licking her breasts, while I continue fingering her pussy.
She’s so slick against my hand, breathing heavily. All I want is to slide my dick inside her.
“I’m so close, Cade. I want you inside me.”
I don’t need telling twice.
Lifting my head from her breast, I remove my fingers from between her thighs. Helping her to kneel astride me, I hold my erection as she slides down enclosing me in her warm, tight glove of heat.
“Ride me,” I hiss between my teeth as she rises up and drops back down on me, impaling herself, over and over again, on my heated dick.
Pulling her close, I lap at her breasts and the nipples that I can’t get enough of while she grinds on me like her life depends on it.
The fire in my balls ignites into an inferno and rushes along the length of my cock, bursting forth inside her. Before I can catch my breath, Rona starts to climax, her muscles contracting around me, prolonging my release as she sucks me dry while shuddering above me.
Chapter 34
Elise
“Hey, Jake. What do you think?” I ask, standing on top of a ladder in the living room of our new home.
Silence follows my question, and then, “Elise! What the fuck are you doing up there? Get down this minute,” shouts one furious wall of muscle.
“I’ll get down when you answer my question.” I smile, knowing it’s frustrating the hell out of him having me so high up when he’s down below.
Jake growls. “It looks great.” He inhales. “Now please come down here. I need to hold you.”
How is a girl supposed to ignore his request when he puts it like that?
“Here.” I pass him the large canvas I was holding to the wall, and carefully start down the steps. “Will you hammer some pins in the wall for me later so I can put that on the wall?”
Jake props the canvas against the wall and looks at me with heat in his eyes. He takes the two steps to me, backing me into the wall. “You are not to go up that thing again.”
He slams his lips to mine so I can’t reply. I love him but he isn’t going to be telling what I can and cannot do.
Not letting him distract me, I push against the unmovable wall of muscle and when that doesn’t work, I stamp on his foot.
“Fuck, Elise.”
“Don’t you ‘fuck, Elise’ me. I’m not made of glass and if I want to go up a ladder then I will, regardless of your high handedness.” I cross my arms in front of my chest.