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“Fuck, I’m gonna come, J.” I tug on her hair, trying to withdraw, but she’s not having it. Her grip on my shaft tightens and she takes me deeper, moaning around my dick. In an overwhelming rush, my orgasm rips through me and I empty everything I have into her sweet, beautiful mouth.
Chapter 44
Jamie
Swallowing every last drop, I look up into his dazed eyes, overcome with the knowledge that I can make him feel so damn good he loses all control.
The moment I release him, he tugs me to my feet and into his arms. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he takes a step backward. Still tangled in the jeans around his ankles, he loses his balance, and we fall to the mattress. Only his quick hands on my shoulders prevent our skulls from cracking together.
“Klutz,” I say, bursting into giggles.
“Well, it’s your fault.” He sweeps my hair back from my face. “You made me lose my fucking mind.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I kiss him, long and slow, and when he slides his tongue into my mouth, I suck on it gently. Releasing a guttural growl, he rolls his warm body against mine.
“That tongue … that mouth … Christ, J. How did you know how to do that?”
“I read,” I answer, deeply pleased by the pleasure I’d given him.
“I knew you were hiding your dirty books from me. Even before Anika outed you. Now I’m feeling a little inadequate. I mean, I don’t know if I can live up to your standards.”
“Well … your previous efforts have left me wanting,” I tease.
He balks at me in apparent horror.
“Because you had to stop,” I clarify.
Nuzzling my nose with his, he wriggles against me as he kicks off his jeans. “This time,” he says, “I’m not stopping until you come undone.”
“Don’t torment me,” I sigh.
“Like you did with that water-themed striptease you subjected me to?”
I chuckle. “You say that like it was some sort of punishment.”
“It was glorious. Something I’ll never forget.” His denim blue eyes search mine, his fingertips tracing my jaw. “You’re perfect, J. Beyond perfect.”
Then he’s kissing me, stroking my tongue with his, sending that aching need throbbing between my thighs as he positions me fully onto the bed.
When he moves onto my neck, little whimpers and moans escape from my lips until I gasp, “I want you inside me. Please.”
“Patience,” he murmurs, cupping my breast, gently pinching my nipple.
I grind up against him, wanting him, needing him, loving the way his naked skin feels against mine. “I’ve been patient way too long.”
He looks at me, his fingers stilling on my nipple. “Exactly why I want to make sure you’re as ready as you can be. I don’t want to hurt you, J.”
“You won’t,” I insist, though I’m not so sure that’s the truth. The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t care.
I catch my breath, suddenly realising he might not be able to hurry, that he might be stalling to give himself time to recover. Reaching between us, I circle his cock. It’s not soft, but it’s not hard either. Squeezable, but plump. Grinning, I tease, “Oh, dear. What happened?”
“Your mouth happened, you naughty, cheeky woman.”
Dipping his head, he latches onto my nipple. I gasp at the streak of lightning that spears straight to my core. As his tongue swirls and his teeth nip, he grows thicker in my hand.
“Goddammit, Gavin,” I breathe, “touch me … Please.”
Like I weigh nothing, he flips me onto my stomach, traps my thighs beneath his and presses his body against my side. Just as I’m about to protest, he sweeps my hair from my neck and places a gentle kiss right at my nape. I shudder with pleasure.
