Page 47 of The Librarian and the Rock Star

“You’re sure you want this?” His gravelly voice was pleading, hopeful.

My voice was a tiny but determined squeak. “Yes.”

He suddenly flung me onto my back and slowly slid off my bra and panties. He looked as if he were starving for me, then threw his briefs on the floor. He laid down beside me, and I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his strong hands. He massaged my skin, my dark nipples tightening into little peaks under his fingers.

His pinching and tugging intensified, as he switched from one breast to the other, biting my nipples and filling me with anticipation. But he wasn’t rushing. He was savoring every caress, as if memorizing each part of my body and the little sounds he drew out of me.

My fingers were in the back of his hair, drawing him to me, claiming him. “You’re so gorgeous, Keira,” he whispered. “I know we should wait. We’ve barely known each other a week.”

“I want you,” I breathed, as he bent back down to scrape his cheek stubble over my nipple, causing my entire body to flood with excitement.

His fingers skimmed over my skin, working his way down until he was cupping the trimmed vee between my legs. I felt him exploring, dancing gently across every crevice. Then sliding inside me, so softly. I gripped the wide expanse of his back, my palms pressing against his muscles as we both simmered with anticipation. His fingers began pulsing gently, opening me as I sighed into his shoulder. I could feel my heart racing as I expanded, allowing him to explore further.

I reached down to touch him, stroking gently along the silky skin, feeling the heat underneath. It was long, thick, exactly what I hoped for. He closed his eyes, lost in the moment, then they snapped open to focus on me. His intensity was nearly overwhelming.

He rolled on top of me and replaced his hand, rubbing the head of his shaft between my most intimate folds of skin, making sure that I was ready for him. Jack’s low throaty growl rattled through both of us. “You’re so soft, so hot.”

I stifled a squeal as his huge head nestled into my entrance just a tiny bit. I was so wet and open there was little resistance as he parted my flesh and slipped into me. I could feel my inner walls stretching from his thickness. He leaned back to admire the view of his shaft, buried deeper inside me than anyone had ever been. The look in his eyes was of absolute delight. I think he was as thrilled to possess me as I was to be possessed by him.

He slid in and out smoothly, stretching me open, widening my skin to the absolute limit. I had never taken anything close to this size before, but I wanted even more. When he finally reached the end of my tight little tunnel, I moaned.

“Is that too much?” he asked softly, pulling back.

“No, it’s amazing.”

Jack smiled, looking deeply into my eyes, wrapping his hands around my hips as he rocked us both in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. “You feel so perfect,” he whispered, kissing my ear while he gently filled me over and over. “I swear we were made for each other.”

As much as I didn’t want him thinking such a thing so soon, and it should have been a field of red warning lights, it was the truth. Every part of our bodies fit perfectly, naturally, and every urge we had was right for the other.

“Oh, Jack,” I gasped as something within me released. I was suddenly wetter, and he was able to stroke more smoothly, the texture of his flesh against mine giving us both chills. I pulled my knees up, spreading wider, surrendering to the intensity of this exquisite fullness.

I felt that perfect rush as my brain finally shut off. Nothing but wonder, sensation. Impulse and reaction. The adrenaline high so pure that I was delightfully lost inside it.

His lips skimmed the outer ridge of my ear, and the sound of his breath, ragged and desperate, was pure exhilaration. The moment I felt my energy starting to pull inward, my arousal gathering in my hips, my core, Jack’s fingers slid between us to softly stroke my most intimate bundle of nerves. How did he know precisely how to work my body? It was like he had been practicing for years.

My spine arched, a cry escaping my lips as I pressed my hips up against his, as his hand massaged me a bit harder. “Is that the spot?” he whispered.

I couldn’t answer, but he could tell from my breathing. Everything tensed as I began to gasp, moan, tremble, until my climax hit me from everywhere at once. Kissing him hard, deep, my little cries were smothered by his tongue as my whole body quivered. I came so hard I felt like I could see through time, losing my place in the universe for several moments.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, “I love watching you lose control.”

There were no words, just my hands digging harder into his taut ass as I pulled him deeper, silently urging him on. He plunged harder, picking up my cue, speeding up his motions until he was bouncing us both from the force.

He glanced a question into my eyes, and I instantly cried, “Yes.” His soulful eyes looked like his heart was melting as he looked down at me, squirming and shaking beneath him. The feelings flowing through me were too much, too fast, and my body had completely shut off my brain. My rasping breath was audible, and I felt like my pulse might be too, as it galloped at a breakneck speed.

The intensity of this gorgeous man possessing me completely, passionately, watching me for clues and giving me everything I needed was just too much to take. I needed to feel him lose himself inside me. “Yes,” I choked again, then I locked on his eyes, trying to mentally tell him what I wanted. “Oh, Jack...”

“Keira, my–” his voice cut off as he groaned, kissing me hard and wet as he came so deep inside me I could actually feel the bursts striking me internally. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, so intimate and primal.

He held me, both of us still, completely together. “Oh, my Keira,” he breathed, finally moving, but just to kiss my cheekbone, my ear. My insides were still quivering as he gently pulled out, grabbing some tissues from the bedside table to mop up the mess of my sheets. I laughed, sliding up higher to help him.

“Nobody wants to sleep in the wet spot,” he chuckled, throwing the tissues in the trash and snuggling up beside me, throwing a blanket over us.

My fingers reached for his temple, grazing along his skin as I stared at him in wonder. I’ve never felt this close to a man, to anyone, and it was extremely strange. Wonderful, but unsettling.

“I should have warned you of something before we did that,” Jack said softly.

Panic began to rise up within me. “Is it something serious?” I couldn’t help but begin thinking of AIDS, Hep-C, and other severe consequences.

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