Page 73 of Jump-Start
“I appreciate you looking out for me, Chiara, and I promise to come to you when I’m overwhelmed, okay?”
“Okay,” she says and rests her cheek on my chest.
Starling wiggles her hand free and then resumes running her nails down my torso, then trailing her fingers over the button of my jeans. I let out a hissed breath and grab her wrist again, my cock twitching uncomfortably. Noticing my growing bulge, she looks up at me with a naughty grin. Her green eyes are full of lust, and I’m having a very hard time keeping my hands to myself.
“Keep going, sweetheart, and I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you back to the hotel room right now,” I warn, releasing her hand to see what she will do.
I expect her to tilt her face up to the sky again. Instead, she slides her hand over my cock and palms me slightly, only enough to make a slight wave of pleasure pulse through me. I’m on my feet with her thrown over my shoulder a moment later. She squeals while I gather the picnic basket and blanket and make my way back to the rental car I picked up earlier. It’s time I take off the dress that had me drooling since she put it on a few hours ago.
It’s time it’s just Chiara and me.
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My hands are fistingher hair, tugging on it to lean her head back and attach my lips to her neck. I trail open-mouthed kisses along her sensitive skin, earning me a few breathless moans. Not enough. I need more, and I need her to be a lot louder.
Years. I’ve wanted her underneath me for years, and I won’t stop until we’re both sore and panting so hard, we might pass out from a lack of oxygen.
“Please, oh God,” she moans, the sound going straight into my cock, forcing everything to pull tight.
“A few ground rules,” I say, still leading her to my room.
Once we’re inside, I spin her around, bringing her back to my chest. I grind my cock against her arse until she’s whimpering with pleasure.
“Rule number one: if at any time you want to stop, you either tap me on the forehead or say stop.”
She moans an ‘okay’ while I rip her dress upward and cup her pussy over her panties.
“Rule number two: if we do this, I won’t be able to turn away again. I will belong to you inside and outside of the bedroom. You will bemine. Is that what you want?” I ask, my voice shaking ever so slightly. I’ve stopped my movements, so her brain isn’t foggy from pleasure.
Chiara spins around in my arms, grabbing my collar and pushing me toward the bed. She shoves until I’m on the mattress, removing her dress as I stare at her, turned on to the point of pain. I’ve never been so hot for a woman in my entire life. My body is begging me to touch her, and, at the same time, my arms feel too heavy to move.
“I want it all, Leonard. I want you to be mine, all mine, no one else's again. One little taste this morning wasn’t enough.”
She takes my chin between her fingers, curves and tanned skin on display for me, her tits barely contained by her bra and her panties a little crooked. I could come just by watching her stand in front of me, all bossy and sexy.
“But you should know, before you agree to this, I’m insatiable. I will want more of you all the time. Can you handle that?” she asks, and I debate asking her to marry me right here and now.
“Get on top of me and find out,” I reply, bringing a smirk to her pouty lips. “You are mine, Chiara. I told you it’s you and me, and I meant it. It’s always going to be you and me. Now, remove your panties and bra. I need to taste you everywhere,” I demand or beg, either would fit my tone and words. She obeys but gives me a serious look as she undoes her bra clasp.
“Don’t start getting wrong ideas about me doing whatever you say. I only listen when I know you’re going to fuck me,” she reminds me while I unbutton my shirt. My eyes stay on hers until the fabric drops from her chest, grabbing all of my attention.
“Noted,” I assure her before dragging her toward me by her hips and planting my mouth on her hip bone. I trail kisses along her soft skin, a groan slipping out of me.
“Is there another rule?” she asks, her hands slipping into my hair and tugging on it. I’ve never been so glad about cutting my hair short.
“Yes. Rule number three: be loud and vocal about what you like and what you don’t like so I can learn how to pleasure you. Those romance books only taught me so much,” I say, and Chiara chuckles. The sound soon turns into a moan when I kiss her clit through her panties.
“I like your rules,” she whispers, tugging on my hair again.
“Last one. You always come first. No matter what. In every way. In this bedroom and outside of it.” I run my finger over her covered pussy, her legs shaking in response. “I want my tongue right here,” I say with my mouth pressed on the stretch marks visible above the band of her underwear. My fingers apply pressure to her swollen clit until she whimpers.
“Take everything you want. It’s all yours,” she says, and I don’t waste a single second.
My fingers dig into her hips as I lift her into the air and place her on the mattress. I rip my shirt and pants off before curling my fingers around her panties and tugging them down. She’s dripping wet, and the sight of her pretty pussy on display for me somehow stiffens my cock even more. I wrap a hand around myself to ease the pain as I lick along the length of her hot centre once.
Bloody fucking hell.
A moan slips from her lips, and I groan in response to how mouthwatering she tastes. Good God, I don’t think I’ve ever had something so delicious on my tongue. I keep licking, sucking, and nibbling, earning myself every single sound of pleasure from her. I slip two fingers into her core, almost falling apart from how easily they slip inside and then how tightly her walls wrap around me. I want to replace my fingers with my cock, but not yet. Not fucking yet. I have the whole night with her, hell, hopefully I will have all the time in the world with her, and I will take it.
