The Truest Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 4) - Page 140

“Jack!” She tensed and then her muscles throbbed around his fingers, more wet soaking them as she came.

Not even giving her a chance to come down from it, Jack nudged her onto the bed. He hooked his fingers into her underwear and yanked them down her long, gorgeous legs. He discarded them on the floor and stood gazing at Emery spread out for him on the bed. His eyes zeroed in on that gentle rise of her belly again.

His erection strained toward her, but he ignored it and bent his head to her stomach. Her belly trembled against his touch as he planted soft kisses all over it.

“Jack,” she whispered.

He looked up and saw the tender tears in her eyes.

Eyes on her, he kissed his way down the swell until he reached the apex of her thighs. Then he took hold and pushed her legs apart.

“Oh my God!” Her head flew back on the bed, breaking their gaze.

But not their connection.

Em lifted her hips, inviting him in, and he took the invitation with relish. He licked at her distended clit, pressed his tongue down on it, and then sucked.

“Oh God, I can’t take it.” She squirmed beneath him, and he realized she was sensitive from her two previous orgasms. Jack gripped her hips tight, keeping her right there, and devoured her.

It took a little longer this time, but when Em broke, she screamed his name, her hips jerking with the violence of her climax.

And Jack was done with foreplay.

He needed inside her.

He lifted her under the arms and slid her farther up the bed. She was still gone. Still recovering from the orgasm that had just ripped through her. Still trembling and shivering in the aftermath. And Jack wanted to feel it. Spreading her thighs, hands braced at either side of her head, he nudged against her wet heat and pushed his throbbing dick inside her.

“Fuck.” He groaned, long and hard. Although his Em was wet, her muscles were swollen from orgasm and resisted his presence. Em whimpered as her inner muscles pulsed around him. Her pussy clutched his dick as her hands gripped his waist, her fingernails biting into him.

Heaven.

He was in goddamn heaven.

Jack’s breathing grew stuttered and he realized it wouldn’t take long. He was so hot from how hot his Em was.

And then their eyes locked. Her fingers bit into his waist, her lips parted to release her pants, and she lifted her hips to meet his gentle thrusts.

“Em.” He glided in a little faster, a little harder.

“Jack.” She clung to him. “I feel you everywhere. I feel you everywhere.”

His balls drew up and his hips stuttered as shivers chased down his spine, heat gathering deep … “Emery!” The orgasm wrenched out of him, the bliss making his eyes roll back in his fucking head as he poured himself inside her.

He tried to hold himself up as he continued to pulse and throb, clutched in her tight heat.

Then it was too much.

He collapsed over her, his forehead pressed to her throat as she caressed his damp skin, her hands moving soothingly over his back.

“Sunrise.” He shuddered, grinding his lower body against her, wanting her to wring every last drop of cum out of him. “Fuck me.”

He heard a hitch in her breathing and then she said, sounding amused, “As soon as you’re ready to go again, I will.”

Jack groaned through his lusty laughter.

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Emery

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