Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(35)
Aliya was on top and she took advantage of the situation. “God, I love you.” Her words were urgent, her motions frantic as she reached for his cock. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. She knelt between his knees and grasped him.
His instinct and her fingers had him pushing his hips up to her greedy little hands. God, what it would feel like to have those lips on his cock. He groaned at the thought. And as if she were reading his mind, she scooted down further and lay on her stomach. Her eyes made contact with him, and those eyes glowed with power as she delicately licked the tip.
Again, Jonathan released a hiss of air. He wanted nothing more than to f*ck her mouth. But he allowed her to take the lead, risking losing all of his control to this woman. He’d already gambled away his heart. When her tongue slid along his shaft, the moan of frustration that escaped him could not be repressed. He wanted to watch her take his cock into her mouth.
And again, it was like she could read his mind. She did just that. His cock jumped at the heat of her mouth as she took him deeper.
“Argh!” The sound escaped once more without his consent. Her lips slid back up and then down. Her tongue swirling around him kept him gasping, craving more of her f*ckable mouth. When her hand circled the base and she began to stroke him in time to the movements of her mouth, Jonathan felt the tightness in his balls. It was torture. Fucking heavenly torture. Torture he never wanted to end. But his body once more betrayed him. He rocked his hips and reached down to take a fistful of her hair so he could control the pace. He knew what his body needed. Her. Her mouth, and her sweet *.
He was about to come and warned her. She just kept right on sucking his cock, gripping him tighter and pulling him in deeper. The explosion that took him was fierce. He spilled his seed inside her hungry mouth, and she sucked him hard, and dry.
“Oh, f*ck Aliya. You can do that again any time you want,” he stated as he gripped her from under her arms and pulled her up along his body.
His lips crashed onto hers. Aliya was thrilled she’d been able to do this for him. But Jonathan wasn’t done with her. When she felt his cock beginning to stir, he rolled her over so she was underneath, then he climbed off of her. She felt the pang of loss, but it was momentary. He popped the cork on the champagne sending a flume of the honeyed liquid up into the air which he expertly caught. He poured two glasses and handed her one as she sat up on one elbow to receive it.
“To you. To us,” he toasted and took a sip of his drink after touching the rim to her glass.
“To you. To us.” She repeated the simple toast. He took her glass and set it down, but filled his once more. She saw the glint of mischief before she realized what he planned to do.
“Take off your bra and panties. Then lie back, Aliya.” His tone was husky, full of desire for her, and she complied, willing to do anything with this man. She would travel to the ends of the earth for him.
He stood beside her as she got comfortable on the bed. Then he lifted the glass above her and dropped a few drops on each nipple. The cold made her already hard nipples get harder. She gasped as the liquid trickled down her breasts. Next, he poured a few drops between her breasts, sprinkling a path down to her abdomen filling her belly button with the cool liquid that quickly warmed. He looked then at her *, and she witnessed his cock straighten and stand at attention as he contemplated his next moves. But instead of pouring more of the champagne there, he set the glass down and then returned his attention to her *.
As he gazed at her slick *, Aliya parted her legs giving him an even greater view. He could see she was already wet. And he wanted to taste her. The real her. His hand reached for her hip and he trailed his hand down to between her legs before cupping her. Her gasp of delight at his claiming her mound had his cock hard and ready, throbbing. He slipped one finger inside and felt her wetness, but he stroked her clit for a moment to hear her purr for him. Lifting the finger to his mouth he tasted her juices and knew how sweet heaven was. Getting in the bed beside her as she whimpered over the loss of his finger, he quickly gave her what she needed, desired and craved. His mouth found one waiting breast, and he clamped around the nipple pulling the sweet bud into his mouth. She arched her back into it, and grasped his head, holding him to her.
He pulled the nipple with his teeth, elongating the sensitive bud and that elicited another cry of pleasure from Aliya. She was beginning to squirm. “I need you. I need more,” she cried out almost painfully.
He knew she was ready so he began to trace the trail of the champagne lingering over her belly button while he used one hand to part her folds and once more began to stroke her clit. She was panting and he knew she was close, but he had yet to taste her nectar, so he positioned himself between her thighs and replaced his finger with his tongue.
“Oh God, yes, yes,” she cried as she began to gyrate her hips. He chanced a glance up her body and saw she was grasping her own breasts, plucking her own nipples and that made him even wilder with desire. There was nothing like seeing a woman touch herself. He needed to be inside of her. Crawling back up her body he reached for the drawer, his jagged breathing matching his urgency. He pulled out the foil packet, tore it open and Aliya’s hand took the sheath from him, sliding it down his length.
There was no waiting then. As soon as the condom was on, he scooted back down into position and plunged deeply inside her heat. He felt her already trembling. Her * walls clutching and squeezing him, taking him deeper. He pulled out against the sweet friction and plunged in again. And again. Fucking her deeply. He found his rhythm and pounded into her in his rush to find his release with her. He slammed into her over and over again, the sound of his balls slapping against her drove him on, until she screamed, and that was all it took. He plunged in once more as the contractions of her * sent him over the precipice.