Page 101 of Stripping Bare
But he forced himself to concentrate on her inner thighs, stroking and kissing until her hips were arcing off thebed.
His own arousal was at the edge, his dick pulsing with the blood surging intoit.
“Take off your gown. I want to see yourbreasts.”
Slowly, Tessa pushed herself up and crossed her arms to draw the soft fabric over and off her body. Her breasts—fucking amazing under any circumstances—were spectacular. Swollen with pointed darknipples.
The sight made him want to push her back, climb on top, and just…fuck her. Trying to will away the intensity of his need, Jonah closed his eyes andbreathed.
“Are you hurting?” sheasked.
“Like you wouldn’tbelieve.”
“I knew we shouldn’thave—”
“I’m talking about this.” He reached between his legs to circle his cock with his fist. The pressure of his own touch almost had him shootingoff.
Tessa laughed softly. “Do men ever think of anything besides theirpenises?”
He snorted. “Cars, the remote control, football, andwomen.”
“And with that last one, we’re back topenises.”
“You have to admit they’re pretty handyinventions.”
“They would be if you’d ever do something withyours.”
That forced a bark of laughter from him. “Are yousure?”
“I will tell you if I don’t like something, so stop worrying and touchme.”
He splayed a hand in the center of her chest, savoring the lush feel of her breasts against his fingers, and pushed her back down to the mattress. He grasped her hips and dragged herforward.
Without warning, he put his mouth on her, biting lightly through her panties. Her body convulsed and she let out a strangledmoan.
“More?” he murmured against her innerthigh.
“Much, much more.” Her body went lax, was his to command. The sheer trust she was giving him wrapped around Jonah’s heart andsqueezed.
“You might want to hold on, then.” Because he wouldn’t let up until she couldn’t take any more. And he’d already discovered she was tougher, stronger than he’d everimagined.
He hooked a finger through the lace covering her and ran his knuckle along her silky skin, giving extra attention to her clitoris. Soon her hips were lifting and she was making needy, greedy sounds. Jonah’s stomach jumped with excitement and visceral need. Hands shaking, he yanked her panties down her legs and let them fall to thefloor.
Sweet, sweet, sweet. The sight of her, bared to him, made Jonah want to drop to his knees and thank God. Since he was already kneeling, he did send up a little manly chin lift to the one responsible for the perfection of Tessa’sbody.
She was a gift. Maybe a gift meant just forhim.
He edged her knees wider so he could fit his shoulders between her legs. His first lick was long and slow, a delicious taste of ice cream after years ofsummer.
“Fuuuck,” she moaned, and Jonah pressed his face against her to suppress his laughter. She patted his head, a little harder than strictly necessary. “Jonah…”
So he gave her every bit of his skill and attention, licking and sucking and love-biting. The noises and words she was rambling made his balls draw up and his nipples harden. He brought her to the point of sobbing, then circled his lips around her clitoris and plunged two fingers insideher.
She was coming before he could seat his fingers to the palm. Hard, unrelenting clenches of her muscles. Her orgasm rolled on and on, bringing Jonah a mind-blowing pleasure and pride. They were so damn goodtogether.
This time, when she touched his head, it was to pet his hair. “Wow,” sheslurred.
His laugh came from deepinside.
