Page 19 of Breakaway

“You were about to hurt me.”

He groaned. “Oh, yeah.” And he thrust hard. She cried out, digging her fingers into his shoulders, arching her spine, her head going back. He pressed kisses to the side of her neck and drove into her, his cock hitting her cervix and making her senses leap. Pleasure-pain streaked through her, flames and chills, sizzling and shivering.

She met his every thrust, loving the heavy weight of him on her, the thick fullness of him inside her, the deepest penetration. “Jase, oh Jase. God.”

She lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder and he jerked hard. “Christ, Remi.” He cock twitched inside her.

And he pulled out.

“What!” She curled up, gazed up at him, at his chest heaving, face gleaming with sweat, eyes dark.

“You have to come first.”

“Oh.” She let out her breath on a whoosh. “Oh.”

He covered her pussy with his hand, cupping her, and she pulsed against him. Then he stroked with his fingertips, parted her folds and found her clit. She jumped as he touched the sensitive nerve endings, fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. He stroked and rubbed, slicking up more wetness, and she quivered and strained against his touch. “Yes.” She tried to breathe. “Yes.” The faint buzzing started, the very beginning of an orgasm, spreading from his fingers down her thighs, deep inside her, building, twisting, coiling tighter, hotter, higher. More. She needed more. She needed that deeper touch, that driving pressure.

“Inside me.” She reached for his hips. She dug her fingers into the sides of his buttocks, hard and muscular, pulling him to her. Again he thrust into her and this time the penetration combined with his fingers on her clit sent her spiraling out of control, over the edge, flying.

She grabbed his ass and cried out and he held himself still against her. She felt him inside her, felt the spasms of his cock as he poured himself into her. He came inside her in long, hard spurts, holding his weight off her body, his face buried in the side of her neck.

She pulsed around him in tiny convulsions of pleasure. “Oh dear god.” She held him tight. She’d just had the best sex of her life with a man she barely knew. Boring? Practical? Predictable? Ha! She’d just entered a new world, one where she was wild! Wicked. Wanton. Free.

Jase might have dozed off. He felt like he was floating, aware of his hand on the sweet curve of Remi’s backside, warm and firm, his other hand tangled in her hair. The softness of her bed cushioned his body and the scent of Remi and her sheets mingled with the warm scent of sex. He drifted on a haze of sensual pleasure. Wow.

Who would’ve thought the little blond pixie would be such a tigress in bed? She was little but strong, her appetite for sex matching his, head on, full frontal, burn the sheets up.

Christ, she was hot.

He hardened against her and she shifted and murmured drowsily.

He rolled her to her back and kissed her, softly at first, then hotter, harder as she began to respond, fingers digging into his shoulders. Their tongues licked, mouths kissed and sucked and slid.

“Baby, you are so hot.” His mouth slid over her cheek and jaw. “So fucking hot.”

“Mmmmm.” She tipped her head back so he could kiss her neck and he tasted her with his tongue, so sweet, sucked her flesh gently into his mouth, then licked again. She shivered in his arms. “So are you.”

“Hot for you.”

She smiled then, opening her eyes. “Oh, please.”

“What?” He frowned at her.

“You can do better than that.”

She was teasing him, the little witch, eyes sparkling, mouth curved appealingly. He shook his head. “Okay.” He nuzzled between her breasts. “Your breasts are perfection. I love your nipples, how little and sharp they are, how sensitive…” He nipped at one with his lips and she gasped. “How pretty.”

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted closed and he sucked on the other nipple.

“You make my balls feel like they’re going to explode. My cock is so hard I could take a slap shot with it.”

She giggled. “I can’t quite picture that. You’re big, but not that big.”

He laughed too, then rolled to his back, taking her with him, and laid a small smack onto her pretty ass.

Her head jerked up. “Hey!”

“You deserve a spanking.” He gave her another tap on the butt. “For making fun of me. I was trying to be sincere.”

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