“Yes. I… I w-want you to eat my pussy.”
He dived back in, shoving his tongue into my wet channel. Frantically, I unbuttoned my blouse and then lifted my bra over my chest to expose my breasts. I grabbed them both, flicking my fingers over my hard nipples.
Jonah dropped my labia out of his mouth. “So hot, sweetheart. Beautiful. God, I’m so hard right now.”
I continued twirling my nipples with my fingers, and he went back to my pussy, nibbling on my labia. I was going crazy, still playing with my nipples.
I closed my eyes.
He dropped my lips again. “I told you to leave those eyes open.”
I opened them once again, and he was staring at me, his eyes alight with fire.
“Don’t close those eyes again, Melanie, or I’ll stop eating you.”
I panted. “Oh my God, no. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
He smiled. “I like it when you talk like that. I like it when you talk dirty.”
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sp; I was sure my cheeks were turning red, though I was already so warm I couldn’t tell. I was so hot, on fire, flames reeling all around my body.
When he forced two fingers inside my heat, I splintered around him. The orgasm came up on me fast, starting in my clit and then radiating up into my abdomen, my chest, throughout my limbs. I trembled, shouting, squeezing my nipples harder.
“Yes, Jonah, yes. I’m coming. So good. So good. So fucking, fucking good.”
In a flash, Jonah had unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them and his boxers over his hips, his cock springing forward. He climbed atop me and thrust inside.
“Oh, God,” he moaned.
“Yes, yes, you feel so good inside me.” I was still on the edge of my orgasm, and I could feel my walls spasming around him. “You feel that? You feel me? I’m still coming. Still coming.”
He groaned. “God, yes, amazing,”
He thrust and he thrust, panting against me, his chest hair abrading my bare breasts. When he finally released inside me, I came again, and together we completed our journey, panting against each other.
He took my lips in a kiss so violent, so fierce, I was sure we would both have bruises. I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted it all.
Our orgasms finally subsided, and he broke the kiss.
I looked around the room, embarrassment flooding me. My skirt was around my waist, my slingback sandals still on my feet. My bra was up around my breasts but still hooked, and my arms were still in the silky sleeves of my blouse. Jonah’s shirt was gone, but his jeans and boxers were midway down his thighs.
For the second time tonight, we’d screwed each other nearly fully clothed.
There was something hot about that.
I cleared my throat and pulled my bra down over my breasts.
“It’s a shame to cover those,” Jonah said.
I gently eased my skirt back down over my butt and thighs. “The coffee’s ready.”
He smiled, his beautiful lips and chin still glistening with my juices. “Yeah, let’s have a cup of coffee because, Melanie, neither one of us is going to sleep anytime soon.”
Chapter Twenty–Three
Jonah