Page 39 of Don't Lie to Me

“You taste so good, Emma. I want you.”

His mouth licked against my lips and moved to my jaw, and then my throat. He tasted every single inch of me body as I moved against him, moaning and wanting more.

“You’re killing me,” I breathed out and arched into him as he slowly licked one of my nipples, his hand playing with the other one until they were both pulled and teased and sucked and licked into bright pink little buds. Every touch shot a blast of pleasure right through me.

He looked up with a wry grin. “But what a way to go.”

Then he went back to work, our hands moving quickly all over one another. His hips moved back and he looked at me, questioning whether or not I was sure. But I was; and even if I had lost my nerve, I was so closing to coming that I wouldn’t have taken the time to tell him no anyway.

I moaned and moved against him as I felt his bare tip at my entrance.

“Now, Jack,” I pleaded.

I moved my hands to his hips and pulled him against me, but he remained still…too strong for me to make him do anything.

He arched an eyebrow and smiled. “Fast or slow?”

“Hard. And now.” I panted while glaring at him and still trying to arch into him.

He tsked at me twice, smirking. “I control this Emma.”

I fell back against the pillow, exasperated, and oh so close to heaven. He chuckled softly and reached around to the back of my neck with one hand forcing me to look at him. His eyes were almost blacked out and his jaw clenched. He was having a hard time maintaining that control he so desperately claimed he had. I smiled and wiggled against him again, teasing him, and pleading with him at the same time.

He thrust into me, hard, just like I wanted it, hitting the back of me in one smooth move. He groaned and my eyes rolled to the back of my head it felt so good. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, lost between the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. God I loved the way he made me feel.

He lowered his mouth to my ear and pulled out slowly, and thrust himself back in just as hard as he had done before. “Is that hard enough for you?”

I could only groan in response and already felt my walls clenching around him.

He stilled for a moment, and kissed my ear. “Damn this feels so good….” he whispered and began to move again, slowly. It felt tender and calm, like we had all day to spend in bed doing nothing except exploring each other.

Jack pulled back, rested his elbows next to me and cupped my face with his hands. I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to. And I saw it in his eyes, as he slowly moved against me, feeling every ridge of his thick cock pulse inside of me. This wasn’t fucking to him; or screwing me….this was making love. The knowledge, coupled with the amazing sensations inside me, threw me over the edge. I looked straight at him, keeping my eyes on him the entire time as I let out my cries of ecstasy while my body squeezed him further inside and my hips bucked against him.

His mouth dropped and he thrust into me one last time, following me over the edge.

It was the best sex of my entire life.

He slowly rolled off me and brushed a few loose strands away from my face as I smiled lazily at him. I felt completely sated.

I felt happy. Fulfilled. Complete.

“That was amazing,” he said softly against my cheek, his lips just barely touching mine.

I turned so I was facing him, my free hand softly outlining the muscles on his arms and chest. I ran it up his body until I was rubbing my hand along the light covering of prickly hair on his cheeks. “You are amazing.”

“So, not to totally kill the mood here, but what do you think you’re going to do about Marcus?” He arched any eyebrow. “Now that you’ve seen him, are you going to tell him about Logan?”

It totally killed the mood.

THIRTEEN

His question was like a glass of cold water – a very large glass – or a pitcher filled with ice cubes, dumped all over me leaving me a shivering pile of mess on the floor. I heaved a deep breath in frustration that not only was my perfect after-sex moment ruined; it was a question I absolutely didn’t want to answer. Mostly because I had no ideahowto answer it.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up, throwing my face into my hands. I rubbed my face against the palm of my hands when I felt Jack move and his body come and sit next to me.

“I don’t know, Jack. I think in some naïve little world I live in, I was expecting him to just disappear completely.”

I stood abruptly and looked at him. “I need coffee if we’re going to talk about this. Do you want some too?”

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