Page 35 of Jaz
Chapter Eleven
Mandi watched Jaz tie the laces of her boots. The heels rested on his chest and they were all she had on. He’d carried her inside the house, straight into his bedroom, and without a word, stripped her naked. Not that she needed words, then or now. All she needed was him inside her. His hands on her only heightened her desire, her insatiable appetite for him.
When the last loop was secure, he coasted his fingers up her legs to her knees. Stroking her, caressing her, driving her crazy.
“Now who’s the tease?”
“Takes one.”
“I’d love you to take me.”
He let her feet fall to the bed and forced her legs apart. He was manhandling her again and, God, she loved it. When he was gentle, rough, insistent or patient … She loved it all.
He shoved his own jeans down his hips and dropped to his knees on the end of the mattress. Then he was on her, in her, sliding his arms under her legs, lifting them over his shoulders.
“Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” she whispered once she caught her breath. She’d had sex with him more in one day than she’d had in the last year with anyone and, dear heavens … He was sex personified and he wanted her.
He. Wanted. Her.
The phrase played over and over in her brain, until he started fucking her. Nothing crossed her mind after that. Her over sensitized body, her pussy accommodating his cock, her legs pressing into his shoulders … She was a mass of nerve endings and brilliant orgasms.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”
His arms bracketed her head and her hands wrapped around the thickness of his wrists. She used him to leverage her body upward, swallowing him whole. “God, Jaz …”
“I know. Give it to me. Come for me. You know you want to.”
Oh yeah, she sure did. She wanted to give him anything he wanted. His blue eyes pierced her and held her enthralled, captive. His hips punched forward and he plunged deep, even as she thrust up.
“Give it up to me, Mandi.”
Faster. Harder. She dug her heels into his back, felt them connect, and he growled but didn’t urge her to stop or let up.
“That’s it. More.”
And then she was there, staring up into his eyes, seeing the grimace of a smile cross his lips as he bared his teeth. He moved her legs off his shoulders and dropped on her, rolling until she was on top of him, up on her knees, riding.
Her hands on his hard-as-steel chest, she held herself up and rocked her pussy on the length of his cock. She scraped her clit against the course thatch of his pubes. Over and over, she pulled, and pushed, and fucked the shaft penetrating her, invading her, impaling her.
With one hand he grasped her nipple.
With the other he grabbed her hair, made a fist and tugged. She creamed all over him. She uttered a strangled cry as his hips bucked under her, pumping his come inside her clasping cunt.
“Told you …” he gasped, drawing her down for a kiss and nestling her head in the curve of his shoulder, “not until I’m inside you.”
Mandi nodded, completely unable to speak, form a thought or do much more than exist.
She lifted her head and looked at the bedside clock.
“Hmmm.”
“What?”
“It’s almost midnight. My birthday is almost over.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
