No Letting Go (Man-Maid 2)

Emma’s expressive whiskey eyes stared up at him, almost adoringly, and then her face changed from anxious innocent to a smiling wanton. She had the look of a kitten. A sly, sexy kitten that had just found her bowl of warm cream.

She reached out and stroked slowly over his pectorals, back and forth, her eyes drawn by some imaginary force to the path her hand made over his body. He felt his muscles jump beneath his white T-shirt, and he wished she’d get on with it.

He wanted her.

Yesterday.

Emma appeared to have no such intentions, though. She seemed intent on massaging his chest and shoulders. Finally, her fingers drifted lower over his abdomen, and Jason flung his head back on a groan. Desire and pain mingled and pushed him precariously close to the edge of control. He was strung as tight as a rubber band, and all she had done was touch him. Over his clothes!

“Mm, you have the body of a god, Jason. My first impression when I first saw you again after all these years was that you looked like a Greek god.”

Jason relaxed, enjoying the way Emma’s eyes went from warm whiskey to deep chocolate. He wasn’t a vain man, but right now, he was heartily grateful he wasn’t an ogre. Jason hated that he’d somehow made Emma feel ugly. She’d always been soft and curvy and lovable. Emma’s beauty went deeper than that though. She was sweet and sensitive, and both qualities were beautiful to him.

Emma pleased him even more when her fingers delicately tugged at his shirt. She pulled it free of the waistband of his jeans and bunched it up as high as she could reach. He took over then, yanking at the offending material and tossing it to the floor. Now, if he could just move her along a little faster, maybe he would be able to prevent exploding in his pants.

“You’re magnificent, Jason. No way did I just stumble upon you. This has got to be a dream.” She fairly whimpered. “A really lovely dream.”

Her fingers finally encountered his skin. Her touch scorched him and left him counting to ten to keep from flinging her to the floor and shoving his heavy cock inside her waiting sheath. She leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss to his left nipple, then nipped it with her teeth. Suddenly, it was too much. A haze of dark lust engulfed him.

Jason shoved her away, startling her out of her sexual musings. “You’re taking much too long.”

Swiftly, he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. Her gaze traveled his length, then stopped on his swollen erection. He watched in predatory delight as her eyes went round and her tempting mouth formed a perfect O. Like any hot-blooded male would, Jason imagined his heavy cock sliding between those succulent lips. He wanted to watch her lick and suck, then swallow his hot come. He wanted her a million different ways. It was insane, but he had never felt so out of control for a woman, not even in his youth. She’d put some sort of spell on him, and he was helpless to keep his libido from slamming into overdrive.

“On the bed.”

Jason stroked a finger over her plump lips and murmured, “I like that I can turn your body to fire with a mere touch. My greatest wish is to see your face alight with pleasure. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?” Then he bent and kissed her, licking her flesh. He starved for the unique taste of her. When he lifted his head, Emma’s entire face had gone warm and drowsy with want. He could easily become accustomed to seeing such a lovely sight.

She swiped a hand over her lips and seemed to struggle for words when she whispered, “I could never deny you a single thing.”

Jason couldn’t help the swell of pride. He felt every inch the arrogant male. Emma was so open, easily putting her feelings into words. When her eyes drifted downward once again, her cheeks going all rosy, he decided if he were ever to get her past leering at him, he would have to take matters into his own hands.

“My intention was to come over here so we could talk. But I can’t seem to keep my hands off you.” He lifted her and placed her on the bed. Her cry of surprise had his dick swelling another inch. “Christ, you try my patience.”

Emma rose up to a sitting position and smiled at him temptingly. “Do you know your voice gets deeper when you’re excited? It’s very sexy, Jason.”

Not waiting for a reply from him, she ran her hands over the smooth expanse of her belly. She stroked over her own skin, mesmerizing Jason. Slowly, she moved upward, sliding over her breasts, kneading and plumping them, and then her head fell back as she pinched the raspberry tips. Jason trembled with barely leashed sexual energy. Did she realize she was baiting a tiger with her little teasing show?

Emma slipped her delicate fingers over and around her breasts, and he went rock hard.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, Emma. You tempt me beyond reason.”

She opened her eyes at his words and smiled saucily, causing his gut to clench. “I don’t need you to be tame with me. I want you unrestrained and crazy. And I definitely don’t want you holding back. Only please me in the best manner you can. Do you think you can handle that, Jason?”

Jason didn’t bother to respond to her little taunt. At once, he was on top of her, pulling her arms above her head and pinning her to the mattress. Wedging his heavily muscled body between her yielding thighs, he shoved her long legs wide and rocked against her wet pussy. Slowly, allowing her to squirm, he lowered his head and sucked one stiff nipple deep. He was rewarded by her groan of need, her eager body shuddering anxiously for him.

He took his own sweet time, laving and suckling on one breast, then moving to the other. Then he did it all over again. Soon, Jason could feel her lower body lifting, grinding against his hips, seeking fulfillment. He lifted imme

diately and demanded, “You do not come until I allow it.”

And while his gaze roamed over her bared torso, her body liquid fire against his, Jason growled deep in his throat, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful creature. He got to his knees and straddled her face, “Suck me, baby.”

He watched her attempt to take back control of her own body, but he wouldn’t let her. He wanted her to give herself to him completely.

He took his cock in his fist and rubbed it over her lips, back and forth, drawing a bead of moisture to the bulbous tip. “Suck my cock. Taste me on your tongue.”

As she licked her lips, taking in the sticky fluid, Jason nearly shoved her lips open himself. Thankfully, he was saved from such a foolish act as he felt her hands grasp his buttocks and pull him in just the tiniest bit. Emma looked up, their gazes locked, and without a second’s hesitation, she angled her head forward and took him into her hot little mouth.

Nothing seemed to matter beyond the feel of her sweet lips wrapped around him so tightly, her tongue stroking him as if he was her tasty treat.