Hanging On (Jessica Brodie Diaries #2)(7)

“Patience.” He laughed softly, enjoying my lust.

One thumb each skimmed my hard ni**les. A shot of pure heat rocked through my core, clenching my inner muscles and making my eyes flutter. “Please William.”

Full lips touched the base of my neck, followed by the tip of a hot tongue. “Please what, Jessica?”

I could feel that sucking mouth curl up into a smile. He pushed forward slightly, running his length further up my hip.

“Please make love to me.”

“Patience,” he said again, a chuckle riding the word.

Lips so soft it should be illegal glided across my jaw. Large hands covered my br**sts, kneading. His h*ps moved, running his c**k along my body.

I leant back, giving him more access. Letting him do as he pleased. Letting him call the shots, knowing I’d do anything if he asked. Hoping he would let me prove it!

His mouth left my neck and found my lips. I opened to him immediately, taking in his tongue and sucking gently, running my hands along his rippled back and down to a muscular butt. I flexed my arms, bringing him closer.

He groaned, losing control.

Mouth back down to my neck, he sucked harder, nearly painful, and bit lightly. One hand went to each side of me, bracing against the hot tube. He pushed his body back so he could look down on me with barely contained primal hunger burning in his eyes.

“This is that point," he said softly, inches from my face. "That teetering point where we hold back and take it slow, or jump.” His eyes delved mine, turning the power over to me. “Are you sure you want to go one step further? We can wait, if you want. I don’t want to rush you.”

“I think you missed the part where I was begging. Shall I return to that point? Because I’m liking you doing all the work. I can be on top another time.”

Fire danced in his eyes. Full lips curled up into a devilish smirk. “I’ve found my match, it seems. I will not leave her wanting.”

He slowly dropped his body back to mine, his arms bulging beside me. “Oh, and yes,” his eyes dropped to my br**sts, “I would like to return to that point, if you don’t mind.”

I smiled as I let my head drop. Eyes closed, feeling his hot breath on my neck, I said, “Lick my ni**les, William.”

A trail of heat moved from my neck over my chest. It fanned an aching nipple. “That is more command than begging, and I like it just as much.”

I laughed, then couldn’t, because a scorching mouth sucked in my tight bud, sending a shot of pleasure through my core. His body moved slightly, dragging his erection over sensitive skin and down, feeling along my public region. Somehow, he was in no hurry.

I was frantic.

I leaned my body back, making him follow to stay attached to my nipple. My h*ps thrust forward, searching, wanting purchase, needing to be filled. Slick wetness found his shaft and I strained higher, trying to align. Just as that velvety skin brushed my opening, he pulled back ever so slightly. Just out of reach.

“Oh God, William, please!” I pleaded in a throaty voice dripping with need.

“Hmm, there we are.” William was smiling again, moving just enough to allow his tip to barely graze my opening.

“No, don’t—huuum, play. Oh, Wil—mmm. Please, just—!”

His mouth came back to mine, needy and insistent. His body coated me, play forgotten, control ebbing. Our kissing was deep and sensual, sweet but wild. He rubbed his shaft up my sex, getting the lay of the land, before a small tweak in his positioning had him pushing up into me in one savory dive.

I clutched onto his body, my world coalescing to his body; his hand on my back, pulling me close, his needy kiss, his girth inside me. Eyes closed, we paused, feeling. Holding each other, having just crossed a milestone.

“Oh, Jessica.” He sighed into my ear, running his face along my cheek.

I lightly slide my hands up his back, barely touching, squeezing my inner muscles, relishing in the sparks his size hit within. His lips skimmed my neck as he drew out slowly, sparks turning into bursts.

My hands pressed harder, over his shoulders and up his neck, leaning forward to kiss as he worked back inside, filling me again, butting up against my ends.

“You feel better than I could possibly imagine,” William murmured, ecstasy in his voice.

I was incapable of speech, only able to feel him withdraw again, bursts becoming explosions going off in my groin and ricocheting around my body. This slow buildup was the stuff of legends, but I was strung out. Unraveling. Stretched so thin I felt like my body was splattered across the universe, just pieces of a being pushed past her tolerance of pleasure, now heading into pain. Pain so pure and intense it was as unendurable as it was bliss.

Another plunge, slower, pushing past my brink, making me unable to comprehend the feeling coursing through my body. Eyes fluttering. Lungs no longer working. Paralysis gripping everything but my core.

He kissed me again.

And then I was screaming an orgasm I didn’t know was coming.

“Good morning.”

My eyes fluttered in the morning sun streaming through his windows. I stretched, much like a cat after a nap, and ignored him for a minute as my mind came awake. I turned my face an inch and met laughing blue eyes.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, tracing a hand down my bare chest.

“Great. And you?”

“Like a log.”