Page 28 of Jackal

She blew out a breath, and her muscles loosened, but her legs wrapped around me. As I slid the rest of the way in, I caressed her thigh as my other hand gripped her round hip. I couldn’t get enough of feeling her skin. Digging my face into the crook of her neck, I pressed myself in all the way and reveled in the feel of her surrounding every part of me.

I breathed in her sweet, floral scent before licking the salty, damp skin of her shoulder. Her hips rocked, so I moved mine, trying everything I could to last at least a few minutes.

She mewled and moved with me, making it harder and harder to not blow. “You feel so fucking good, Shivana.”

“I–more. I need more.”

Moving faster, I took her mouth, plunging my tongue inside almost at the same rhythm I plunged in and out of her. My balls tightened and the base of my spine tingled. Letting go of her thigh, I put my thumb on her clit. “I’m about to come, baby. I need you to come again. Can you do that for me?”

“I–I’m close. I–Jackal–”

Her channel pulsed around me. “Goddamn, baby,” I said before I moaned as jets of my release shot into the condom.

Grunting with each pump into her, I gritted my teeth as heat prickled at every nerve ending in my body.

Pushing deep inside one last time, I wrapped my arms beneath her, squeezing her shoulders as I pressed my lips to hers, savoring her with deep strokes of my tongue.

Pulling back, I stared down at her glistening face and swollen lips. “You’re amazing, Lil Bird.”

“I think I’m dead,” she said finally, her eyes blinking lazily.

After one more long, sensual kiss, I swept the stray hair from her forehead. “I’ll be right back. Just need to take care of this.”

She smiled up at me with a satisfied glow.

I pulled out, and climbed off the bed, stepping into the bathroom. When I looked down to pull the condom off, there were streaks of blood.

After wetting a towel and cleaning myself up, I warmed the water and wet it again to go take care of her.

She lay there just as I left her, and there was a bit of blood on her thighs. Leaning down, I started to wipe her down. “I think you started,” I said softly.

She leaned up quickly and looked down in horror.

“It’s okay, Lil Bird. Nothing I ain’t seen before.”

“Here, let me do that,” she said as she took the towel. “Can I sneak in there?” she asked, pointing to the bathroom.

I nodded and moved out of her way. “Sure. Help yourself.”

She hustled off the bed, pulling the comforter with her. I pulled my boxer-briefs on since she probably wouldn’t want to go again, at least not right now. I plopped on the bed and sat against the headboard.

As I sat there, my brain started replaying everything. She talked a lot of shit, but once we got down to business she had been tense. And I thought I was hurting her, but she told me to keep going, so I did. And women had their periods; it wasn’t a big deal. She was a doctor, for Christ’s sake.

Holy shit.

Flying from the bed, I knocked on the door. “Shivana, are you okay?”

“Um, yeah. I think the beer got to me. Maybe I should go,” she said from the other side of the door.

“Can you come out here?”

The door opened and she had the comforter wrapped around her, but she held her head high.

“Did you forget to mention something to me, Lil Bird?”

Shaking her head, she said, “Nope.”

I leaned against the bathroom door. “Shivana. I gotta know. Did you start, or was that from something else?”

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