Page 36 of Deception and New Direction

Jack growled, andIfelt those vibrations against my neck as his breath heated over my skin.

He stopped kissing me and leaned back to look into my eyes.Isaw so much lust in his, it made me feel powerful.

“What are we doing,Ruthie?”

“Me.You’redoing me.Pleasedon’t stop,”Isaid with a deep moan.

I tilted my head back, arching my chest forward into him, and felt him rub over all the right places.Onehand was under my ass, and his other hand was now sliding down my chest and off to theHolyLand.Hisfingers gently brushed over the crux between my legs, and electricity shot up my spine.

“Oh, damn, do that again,”Ibegged of him.

“I thought you gave up swearing?” he teased.

“Shut up,”Igrumbled back. “Justkeep doing what you’re doing and don’t talk.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled but thankfully kept at it, andIcould feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm.

Just asIgot close, he stopped, removed his hand, and started carrying me somewhere.

“What are you doing?”Iasked in complaint. “Whydid you stop?”

“In order for this to continue, we need our clothes off,” he explained as he walked us into his bedroom. “I’dlike to do that and not injure you further in the process, soI’mtaking you to my bed soIcan focus on making you come and not break any more bones.”

He carried me down the hall and into his bedroom as thoughIweighed nothing.Thenhe set me gently on the bed.

“I want you to get in whatever position is comfiest for you with your cast,”Jacksaid. “I’llwork around that.”

Even thoughIpreferred to be on top, my cast made any position other than missionary rather difficult.SoIsituated myself in the middle of his bed on my back and started to slide my pants off.

“Let me, please,”Jacksaid hoarsely. “I’vedreamt about this, andIwant to take my time.”

Take my timemeant code for slow, andIwas not in the mood for slow.

“If you take your time,I’mgoing to spontaneously combust.Ineed you to move fast and get to it,”Icommanded.

“I promise to make it worth your while,” he vowed as he took his own shirt and shorts off.

I enjoyed the show then stared at his ripped body, dotted with his small scarsIhad seen previously.Anda tattoo that ran across his upper left chest and down his arm.I’dseen the mostly tribal pattern tattoo before, but not up close like this.Theintricate work was phenomenal and really emphasized his muscular chest and arms.Hehad the best bodyIhad ever seen on a man, and he was bringing it closer to me.

He began taking off my pants, delicately navigating past my bright-pink cast.Thenhe removed my shirt, leaving me only in my bra and lace cheeky underwear.

“God,Ruthie.Yourbody is about as perfect asIimagined it would be.”

He worked his way up my body, crawling closer and kissing his way over my skin while removing my underwear.

Every time he mentioned that he had thought of me in these kinds of scenarios,Ifelt a kind of powerIhad never had before.Toknow thatIbrought this man to his knees without even trying—just one touch or kiss—made me feel important in a formidable way.

He got to my face and stared at me reverently for a moment. “Areyou sure about this?Righthere?”

“Yes, thoughIkind of liked it up against the wall.”

I’d never had wall sex before.Thenagain,I’dnever been with anyone strong enough to support me against a wall before.

“Did your foot hurt whenIhad you against the wall?” he asked, andIshook my head.

He grabbed a condom, put it on in record time, and then leaned forward.Iassumed he was going to slide inside me, but instead he lifted me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to the side wall of his bedroom.Ifelt him pressed against me as he carried me, but once we reached the wall, he let me fall just a few inches, essentially using gravity to slide inside of me just a little—effectively torturing me—and then all the way.

It.Felt.Great.

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