Page 77 of Destiny Reclaimed
“Yes. What was I thinking?” he waggled his eyebrows again. “Hell, I know what I was thinking...” he added as he effortlessly yanked her up and into his strong arms.
His mouth found hers in an instant. The hot, hungry pace he set was not what she’d expected, but the raw need that whipped through her in response to him had her matching his unbridled enthusiasm.
After he toed the door shut behind them, he playfully tossed her onto the bed. His arms move quickly to pull his shirt over his head, then practically flew to his zipper. In one motion, he’d pulled down both his pants and boxers and had stepped out of their confines pooled at his feet.
Between his dark, desperate gaze and his quick movements, it was like he was a young man about to have sex for the first time, and moved so quickly before he lost her as the consenting partner and had to call it a wrap.
The large erection jutting toward her made her mouth water and moisture pool between her legs. She wanted that. She wanted it in her. She was one hundred percent in.
Gwen toed off her shoes as she pressed herself into a seated position on the edge of the bed. She reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Wait.”
She stilled.
Her husband took a knee in front of her, aligning their gazes. The needy desperation in his eyes had softened, now emitting an infinite depth of desire and love. Her heart nearly exploded from fullness.
Reaching up, she placed her hands on his scorching cheeks. “Are you okay?”
His large, warm hands covered hers, and he removed them from his face, but continued to hold them. He swallowed audibly, then lowered his gaze to their hands where he held them, palms up, hers on top. Leaning forward, he pressed a delicate kiss to the sensitive spot high on her palm near the juncture to her wrist. First the right hand, then the left. Then, he glanced up and met her gaze.
“I love you, Gwennie. More than anything. More than I ever knew I could love anyone.”
She blinked back tears. “I love you, too.”
Jack released her hands, clasped his onto the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She stood, allowing him to grip the waistband of her slacks. As she wanted, he freed her from her pants. Leaning forward, he pressed a light kiss to her abdomen, slightly above the rim of her panties, then he hooked his fingers under the elastic band and lowered them as he trailed kisses downward. Her heart rate soared with each light touch of his lips.
His mouth stilled, and he stood. His erection pressed to her abdomen where his kisses had blazed a path a moment ago. Her husband skimmed his hands lightly up her sides and around to her back where he undid the clasp of her bra. It dangled from her shoulders only briefly until he pulled it off her. Freeing her naked breasts for his loving.
Her lover kissed her tenderly, slow and sweet as his hands gently cupped her breasts and massaged.
Gwen bathed in the comfort of their sensual kiss but wanted more to satisfy the raw need tugging in her heart and the erotic need tugging between her legs. She skimmed her hands up the hard planes of her husband’s abdomen, taking a moment to trace each indentation between the hard-muscled planes. His breath caught with each dip of her fingertips. Her pulse kicked up with every hitch of his breath. She’d swear this maneuver was as stimulating for her as it was for her lover.
With as much as she loved the tenderness they shared, she was ready for more. Not able to wait any longer, she reached down, gripped her husband’s shaft, and stroked. He groaned into her mouth, and in that instant, his kiss turned deep and hard, wet and fast. Her head spun. Instinctively, she released his shaft, and they tumbled onto the bed.
His hungry mouth fastened to her breast, as one of his hands lowered to the moist spot between her legs. His tongue circled her nipple, and his finger circled her swollen bead. She tried to calm her racing heart, but the intensity of his touch wouldn’t allow for it. If he didn’t enter her soon, she’d go crazy for sure.
“Jack,” she whispered breathily.
With his lips, he gave her nipple another tug before he glanced up. The profound craving in his dark gaze sent her heart ablaze, overwhelming with emotion and want.
“I need you in me.”
He positioned himself over her, propped on his elbows. His gaze held hers, intensifying with each beat of her heart. Then, he slid himself into her. Long, slow, full strokes. His gaze never leaving hers.
She skimmed her hands over him, taking in the soft skin and hard flexing muscles, gripping and tugging him to where she wanted him. Her breaths came faster. His pace quickened. Each stroke drove her closer to the edge of paradise.
With as much as she wanted to cross that line and fall into the breathtaking bliss, holding on to the cusp of ecstasy, that second in time where she knows she’s about to spiral into mindboggling uncontrolled pleasure is equally as pleasing. Only one more thing could add to the completeness. The pure satisfaction of crossing that blissful line at the same time as her lover.
She was at the brink, and just when she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer her husband’s eyes went opaque. His muscles tensed, and his body jerked.
Her vision blurred and her inner walls clamped down on him as he spilled his hot seed into her. Her body pulsed, shooting waves of pleasure through her core and extremities.
Stunned by the force of her orgasm, she lay still, trying to catch her breath. Her lover lay motionlessly on top of her. The weight of him was divine but not nearly as heavenly as the mass of love that surrounded them.
As she drifted down from her high, her molten body cooled.
Her husband rolled off and tucked her into the curve of his arm. She placed her hand on his warm chest; his heart still thudded wildly. Within moments his breaths evened and shallowed. He’d fallen asleep.
