Page 17 of His Jewel

As if he could hear her thoughts, he chuckled against her mouth, his finger trailed to the inside of her legs, finding no underwear after he’d ripped them off in the limo. She was glad for it, she wanted nothing separating them. He groaned at the wetness he found there, pushing one finger, two, inside her until she was throwing her head back and panting his name.

“Come for me,” he whispered.

That was all it took. She tightened around his fingers, and she rode them through her climax.

The only thing on her mind now was him. She had to touch him.

She barely registered that they’d made it to his bedroom. She pulled off her dress and threw it to the floor, backing toward the large bed in the center of the room. His sparkling gaze followed her, and she smiled, beckoning him over and pushing him to the bed.

His brows raised, and he smirked, but she made sure to wipe that look from his face, as she traced over his hardness.

Wow.

Her mouth dried.

He was big.

Had she expected anything less? Nope.

Now she was eager, hungry, yanking his clothes off with force before kneeling and taking him in her mouth. She couldn’t even get halfway down him, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hips bucked at the first point of contact, and he groaned, letting his body relax into the bed as she found the rhythm he liked, coating him with her tongue. After a minute his fingers found her hair, and he set the rhythm, sharp, pushing her deeper, past her limits, but she weathered him. She didn’t usually enjoy giving oral, but he'd changed her mind. Watching his pleasure, seeing the uptight businessman come undone was her new favorite thing.

He gasped. “No, stop, not yet,” he said, switching their positions, so she was flat on her back on the bed, waiting for him, waiting to be filled.

He rummaged in his side drawer and put a condom on.

“Hurry, please.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She’d wanted him, needed him, since the limo ride.

He grinned. “Greedy, aren’t we?” he teased.

Her eyes must’ve conveyed something, that she wasn’t in the mood for joking now, for his own gaze darkened. He kissed up her body, over her naked breasts, before finding her mouth. He was over her now. Finally.Finally.

His hardness pushed at her entrance, the first inch of him sliding inside. She opened her legs even wider and the rest of him slid in.

“Fuck,” he moaned, hovering above her for a second. A second too long.

She moved her hips in desperation.

“Okay, okay,” he breathed, looking down on her as he rolled his hips, gently, leisurely, before building faster and harder. She took his face in her hands, so that their breath, their moans, combined.

“More,” she demanded.

He pulled out so quickly she didn’t even realize what was happening. He flipped her onto her front and slid back inside with one long thrust. A scream tore from her throat as he angled himself perfectly, his fingers finding her clit as he thrust himself into her.

Nothing had ever felt this good. She was close, so close. Her spine tingled, letting her know an explosion was about to happen.

“I-I’m going to—” she stuttered.

His breath was coming so fast. “Together,” he ground out, his commanding tone seeping down into her, and she couldn’t hold it. She screamed, and he moaned her name, twitching inside her. He sagged on top of her, careful not to put his full weight on her body. She twisted to face him.

The words spilled from her lips. “I really like you.”

He chuckled, dragging back her hair.

“I really like you, too.”

She cupped his cheek. “I don’t want this to end,” she admitted.

His eyes sparkled. “It doesn’t have to.”

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