Page 73 of Shades of Mercy
Her body drew closer to that abyss, and she bucked against his hand, crying out.
“You’re so fucking wet. Like silken dew.” His fingers continued to rock her world. Stroking her slowly then finger fucking her next. She was on a roller coaster, and he controlled the speed and intensity. “I like getting you wet.”
He worked her clit, perfectly. She trembled and panted. Her breathing became labored.
“So tight. I remember how you enveloped my cock, so tight and wet. I came so quickly that first time.”
She rolled her head as she worked herself against his hand.
“You make me as hard as steel. I want to feel that beautiful body release. Feel your cream soak my fingers.”
His words as well as his thumb performing a torturous massage on her clit drove her nearly to madness. A good madness. She was so close to exploding, but every time she got to the head of that path, he slowed, edging her. She wanted to scream. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she continued to ride him.
His mouth was on her neck. Nibbling. Gently Sucking. Kissing.
“You’re the only man for me,” she cried out.
“All mine.”
Those words she'd longed to hear sent her spiraling, breaking into a thousand shards of glass. She fell against him as spasms rocked her body, so tense that she thought she might fall apart.
By the time the last spasm left her body, she was shaking and seeing double.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of her head, her forehead, and both cheeks.
She lifted his chin, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices clean. She could have almost come again if her body weren’t a limp noodle.
“We’re not finished here,” she said firmly.
“No?”
“No.”
She slid her hand down to the bulge in his pants and wagged her brows. “I want that inside me. Now.”
He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She shoved his hand away and wrapped her fingers around his warm, hard cock.
Lifting her body over him, she slowly lowered, guiding him inside her. Inch by inch. His large size stretched her in what could only be described as pure heaven. She was so wet that he eased her muscles, invading her space with his sweet skill.
Once she had him fully seated and her body adjusted, she began to move, slowly. She lifted to the very tip of his mushroom head, then glided downward, rolling her hips. He stared at her, his expression telling her how much she turned him on.
She began a faster rhythm, undulating with her body. Pleasured by his hard cock.
His breath came in pants, ragged and fast. She matched his pace with her movement.
He grasped her hips, holding her steady as he buried his forehead against her breasts. A groan pierced the air, and that feral sound sent her over the edge along with him. Together they soared through the sky like she’d ever felt before.
There was no going back after this.
Only forward.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“I have a confession,” Jag said. They were stretched out naked on the bed, a sheet thrown over their bodies. “I haven’t slept with anyone since you either.”
She lifted her chin, her gaze narrowed on him. “You haven’t?”
“Why does that shock you so much?”
