Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2)

cock slid out, Deanna tightened her lips and hummed around the thick length. The vibrations had his cock flexing inside her mouth and his entire body stiffened. He cursed and tensed a heartbeat before his hot cum flooded her mouth. Deanna moaned as she swallowed the creamy fluid, drinking every salty drop. She pulled her mouth free and delivered a gentle kiss to the tip.

“Tasty,” she whispered as she sat back on her heels and stared up at him. The savage look in his eyes struck Deanna directly in the heart. A muscle in his jaw jumped angrily. She flushed from head to toe as she thought of how many times he must have had a woman go down on him. Had Deanna pleased him? She couldn’t deep-throat Jonas; he was simply too big. Maybe other women could, though.

“Was it okay?” she asked, feeling unaccountably shy and unsure.

“Okay? Hell, you just rocked my world, Deanna.”

The intensity behind the words effectively shredded her worries. She held up her hands, but instead of taking them, he dipped at the knees and grasped her around the waist, lifting her into his arms.

“All others pale compared to you, Deanna,” he told her, as if reading her thoughts. “Every other woman was forgotten the moment I kissed you on your front porch. Didn’t you know that?” She shook her head, unable to put into words what she’d been thinking, that she might not have pleased him. “Your warm, giving nature is as precious as gold to me. You so easily make me feel ... happy. Do you know what a gift that is? How much I cherish it?”

He placed her on the bed and came down on top of her. “When you lie so beautifully pliant beneath me, totally trusting, placing yourself in my care, it humbles me.”

“Jonas.” At his honest confession, emotion clogged Deanna’s throat and tears threatened to spill over.

“That you would even give me, of all people, the time of day, makes me feel like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”

His description had her frowning. “What do you mean, you of all people?”

“I’m not exactly a prize, Deanna. I grew up in an unemotional, frigid household. I joined the military the first chance I got so that I could fuel my need for danger. I was an adrenaline junkie. I’ve done some pretty horrible things. On a good day, I’m a bloodthirsty bastard. Hell, it’s no wonder Wade wanted to keep me away from you.”

“Bloodthirsty I can see. But you’re a good man, Jonas. An honorable man.”

“Honorable and good are qualities I’m not sure I’ll ever possess, but I’m just enough of an ass to be glad you think I do.”

As if unable to wait another second, Jonas bent his head and kissed her waiting mouth. She felt a quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of eager breath as his tongue tangled with hers. She wanted to stroke him to a fever pitch all over again. To send him soaring with anxious desire.

His mouth went on a journey over her torso even as his hands moved slowly over her curves. Deanna arched her back, enjoying the feel of his rough palms coasting over her skin. His fingers delved into her dark curls. At once he located her soft puff of skin, and he skillfully began stroking and squeezing, teasing little sounds from her throat. Deanna stopped thinking at that point and instead let Jonas explore her in the most erotic way possible.

Jonas watched as Deanna slowly surrendered. It was in the way her muscles relaxed and her legs fell open. He pushed them apart even more, making room for the width of his shoulders between. He filled his hands with the firm globes of her ass and knew he should take time to praise the beauty of the soft pink folds of her pussy and the tempting little pearl nestled there, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply lowered his head and dined on her creamy heat, sliding his tongue deep, tasting her hot channel. Deanna’s fingers tunneled into his hair as she pushed him against her pelvis, forcing his tongue a little deeper. Flicking her little nub several times, Jonas watched as Deanna flung her head back and screamed out her climax, drenching him in her juices.

Jonas wasn’t done; he wouldn’t stop until he’d wrung every last drop from her. Nibbling and kissing her swollen lips and sensitive clit, Jonas heard her pleasure-filled cries. She slammed her hips against his face as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

When she collapsed, her hands falling to the mattress, Jonas lifted his mouth off her and stared at the sexy picture she made. Her hair was a wild tangle of dark strands, and her body glistened with perspiration. Damn, she took his breath away.

Jonas moved to his knees, then grabbed a pillow. He lifted her hips and pushed it beneath, propping up her lower half. Deanna’s eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

“Stay put while I grab a few things.” He pressed a hand against her stomach and ordered, “Don’t move, understand?”

Deanna nodded. “Okay, but if you come back with something kinky, I’m running.”

He laughed as he left the bed. “Don’t be a prude, kitten.”

“The fact that you didn’t rush to reassure me is even more frightening, Jonas.”

He winked and left the room. After he located the things he needed, he came back to find Deanna nearly snoring.

Jonas placed the items on the bedside table and moved carefully back onto the bed. Deanna stirred but didn’t wake. He reached over and picked up one of the items, a cup of ice. As he fished out a cube, Jonas smiled and touched the tip of the rapidly melting chunk to her belly button. Deanna jolted upright.

“Do I have your attention?”

“You did not just do that.”

“Ah, but I did.” She tried to sit up, but he easily held her down. “I told you before that ice can be damned erotic, remember?”

Deanna attempted to bat his hands away, but he wouldn’t be denied. “Yes,” she blurted out, “but I didn’t expect you to demonstrate while I was asleep!”

He chuckled. “You can get me back later if you want.”