Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(22)

She let out a small gasp of pleasure, as one finger found her tiny bud already unsheathed. He watched her from under smoky dark lashes, and when her eyes began to close, he told her to keep them open. And she did. She snapped them open upon his demand.

He pivoted his body once more. “It’ll be slower next time, but right now, I need to be in you, Aliya.” At her nod, he yanked down her panties and helped her out of them. Getting between her long legs, Jonathan trembled and tried to restrain himself. All night, he had been imagining burying his cock deep inside this woman. He reached for one of the condoms and handed it to her. She made quick work of it, and when he felt her hands on his cock, felt her rolling the sheath down his manhood, he gritted his teeth in restraint. When it was on, he lowered his head to her breast. She had pulled down the cups in anticipation, instinctively knowing what he wanted, needed. He took one nipple into his mouth, rolled it with his tongue and teeth, and placed his cock at her waiting entrance. He broke from her breast long enough to watch his cock slide into her, joining them together. Glancing up as he fully seated himself, he noticed she was doing the same thing. Watching their bodies connect, become one. That look almost undid him. He slowly withdrew and then plunged again, watching her watch him sliding in and out of her sweet *. She was tight. He hadn’t fully prepared her this time, the need to be inside of her had been too strong, so he took his time, giving her time to accommodate to his size.

He returned his attention to her breasts. They were perfect. Rosy tipped and puckered.

“Oh, Jonathan,” she moaned, and he began to feel her body move beneath him, joining him in the ageless, timeless rhythm of their bodies dancing together on her bed. Her nails began to rake his back, and he felt his balls tighten. This woman had cast her spell over him.

“I want to see your eyes when you come, Aliya,” he reminded her as he picked up his pace, f*cking her deeply, and harder, until her pants became moans.

It encouraged him to go faster, and he shifted the position of his thrust so he could further excite her clit as he pounded into her.

“Jonathan, that feels . . . . so . . .” her words were lost on another moan of desire.

“What? What does it feel like, baby?” he grunted, pummeling her *, slamming against her clit on each downward thrust. He wanted to hear the words spill from her lips.

“Good. It feels so good,” she panted and he felt the walls of her * tighten around his shaft.

“You’re. Mine,” he enunciated each word as he thrust himself into her over and over again. “Mine,” he repeated.

His words sent Aliya over the edge. She saw stars, as her * quaked and the heat of the man plunging into her sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.

Jonathan too was there. She watched the man’s face tighten with his own loss of control as he pumped into her furiously. She could not keep up the rhythm as he spilled his seed inside her, and then stilled with his own release ongoing. But instead of slipping out of her liked he’d done before, he rolled so she was atop him, his cock still deeply planted inside her.

She lie there, head pressed against the hard planes of his chest, and listened to his heart. It thundered in his chest, much like hers was doing at that moment. She felt his hands caress her back, and the sensualness of it had tears spring to her eyes.

She kept her face hidden. She didn’t want him to see that. She knew she was beginning to care for this man. More than she should so soon. But it still felt right, even if she thought she didn’t deserve it.

Their bodies lie intertwined for a while. Neither of them spoke, they just touched and stroked one another wordlessly, until she felt him begin to stir within her. His cock was growing larger inside her. When she felt his hands squeeze and cup her ass, she knew he was ready for more. And she was ready too. She’d never felt so complete.

It went on like that all night. Lots of touches. Not many words. None were needed.

*

The dawn’s early light was cascading through her windows when Aliya felt the bed shift once more. Her groggy head sensed this was different from the other times. She felt a chill as Jonathan pulled away from her. Her tired and exhausted body yearned for him to stay.

“Hush now,” he crooned in the pale morning light. “Stay in bed. I have an early meeting,” he informed her. He also wanted to get in an early workout at the gym.

“Let me make you breakfast,” she managed to get out.

“No, darling. It’s okay.” He pushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen across her face and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. A sleeping Aliya was even more beautiful than he ever imagined. She took his breath away. “But I want to see you again, and again, Aliya.” His voice was thick with the emotion he felt, yet did not have the words to express.

She smiled as her eye lids fluttered closed once more. Her lashes dark against her tanned skin. Just remarkable, he thought as she faded into slumber.

She murmured softly in her sleep and rolled over onto her back. The blanket shifted, and one rosy tipped nipple peeked out. His body had a mind of its own. His cock sprung to immediate attention. He could not help himself and lifted the blanket just a tad so he could see both of her perfect breasts. God, she was beautiful. To him, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Fuck the gym, he thought, as his mouth descended. He could work out later. He bent to take her nipple into his mouth.