Broken Wings (A Romantic Suspense)(37)

“I’m not planning on it,” he growls into my chest.

The throaty sound of his voice drives me wild. I buck my hips against him, and wrap my legs around his waist. He takes my nipple in his mouth and I cry out before silencing myself into my hand. He sucks and it almost hurts, but it feels so good. When he releases my wrist and wraps his arms around my waist, I grasp hold of his hair.

He slides down my stomach, gliding between my legs. The feel of his sides against my thighs makes me shudder. I can feel his breath between my legs, and start to quiver. He’s not going to… Is he?

He does. His warm tongue glides over my * lightly, stroking my lips. I groan and arch on the bed, pressing myself into his face. He draws back, keeping his touch light as his hands move down my back to cup my ass in his palms. He squeezes and I let out a little yelp. When I look down I see him between my legs, his eyes staring up at me, a grin on his face before he flicks me with his tongue, and my head lolls back.

I hug myself as his tongue moves more urgently over my tender skin, hinting that it will enter me before it lightly brushes over my clit. Heat rolls up my body and down my legs, and I feel sweat popping on my flesh as little cold shocks run down to my toes, dancing across my body. Every lick is a little harder, a little rougher. His face is wet with my arousal, his chin slick and shiny, and he stops to lick it, running his tongue around his mouth before he returns to me.

Oh God. I can’t take much more of this. He suddenly pulls back and kisses my stomach, and starts working his way up.

“Ellie,” he murmurs, “do you want me to finish you or…”

“Fuck me.”

He blinks. “What?”

“I said f*ck me, Jack. Do it.”

Rising, he moves over me. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist and pull him toward me. Instinct takes over. I grab his cock and hold it, rubbing the head against my *. My cock throbs with anticipation, with need. He pushes a little and I groan as he opens me up, his thick shaft sliding inside.

I can feel tension in his muscles when I touch him, like he’s holding back. I can feel the tension in his body, a match for the thick cock filling me up as he groans and releases himself a little more, slowly pressing into me. When I look down I can see him entering me. He draws back a little and I can see the wetness on his cock before he goes deeper with the next slow thrust, and a cold shiver runs through my body.

He settles on top of me and buries his face in my neck, groaning as I dig my heels into his thighs. Deeper, deeper, more. When I think I can’t take any more I feel him press against me hard, buried to the root. He starts to move but I clench around him with my arms and legs.

“Jack,” I purr, “oh, Jack, it’s good. Fuck me, Jack.”

His stomach clenches. He shifts inside me, and it turns into thrusts, deep and slow, his body quivering with every movement, restrained power corded in his muscles. He’s so strong, I feel like he could crush me in his powerful arms. I love it. His muscles flex under my hands. When I squeeze his hips I can feel his ass clenching as he drives inside me. Every thrust is a little harder, sending twisting shivers through my body. The fullness is amazing.

He lifts up and looks at me. Stares at me. Thrusts harder. He kisses me on the lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, then again and again, turning it into a chant.

I writhe under him, flexing my stomach and hips to meet his thrusts, take him deep. I feel a pressure inside, like he’s expanding all through my body, become totally one with me. It builds until it feels like my skin will pop, like I’ll burst into flames.

“Shut up and f*ck me. Stop holding back.”

He does. I cry out, wrap my arms around his neck and clamp down on him. Jack laughs and then rolls. I feel myself lift up in the air, a weird floaty feeling in my stomach, and then my weight drives his cock deep as I end up sitting on top of him.

I lean on him and his eyes rake my body along with his hands, cupping my breasts, caressing my face. I lean just the right way to grind on him and thrust my hips forward and back, faster and faster. The tension in our bodies mounts as I curl forward, leaning on him, clutching his hand. His ass clenches so hard it lifts me up in the air.

I hold it back, somehow. I contain the explosion, until Jack jerks up, lifting me with a full-body thrust, and I feel him explode. It’s like he spreads through my soul and blasts out of my skin as a wave of light and heat. His arms snake around me and he pulls me down on top of him, holding me as I thrash and his cock pulses deep in my *, filling me.

I go limp on top of him and close my eye. The tension eases out of him but his cock is still inside me, still hard. I wriggle my hips so I can feel it, and he gasps and shudders.

Slowly, without letting him draw out of me, I sit up, straddling him, and touch his chest. It feels different now. I feel…comfortable.

“Wow,” I gasp.

“Goddamn,” he blurts out, panting. “Wow, Ellie. Jesus. I didn’t think you’d have moves.”

I laugh and slap his chest. “Was that your first, too?”

“Yeah.”

“You ready for round two?”

He sits up and wraps his arms around me, breathing deep in my hair.

“Are you?”





Jack





Even asleep, Ellie looks very…satisfied.

Yeah, I did that.