Understood (Unspoken #1)(12)

“Ellie, if you don’t start moving, this is all going to be over before it gets really fun,” he said in a strained voice.

Her hips began a sensuous rotation. She rolled and undulated then pushed herself upward with her hands. Her hips rose until he nearly slipped from her pu**y before she sank down again, taking him as deep as he could go.

He was looking at a goddess. She sat astride him, head thrown back in abandon. Her br**sts thrust forward, the ni**les tight beads. Her curls spilled over her shoulders, bouncing as she began to ride him faster.

He reached out, desperate to touch her, needing to feel her in his hands. He cupped her br**sts, wanting to give back the pleasure she gave to him.

His thumbs brushed across her ni**les, and she jerked in reaction. He smiled. “Like that, do you?”

“Mmmmm”

He leaned up, wrapping his arms around her back. His hands caressed her bare skin, lowering until he cupped the globes of her ass. He squeezed and massaged, lifting her before letting her fall back onto his cock.

“You’re magnificent, Ellie. I swear to God, you’re going to kill me if we keep this up.”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “Want me to stop then?”

He smacked her on the ass. “Smart-mouthed wench. You stop and I’ll tie you to this bed for a month.”

She continued to ride him and let out breathy, desperate sounds. “Jake, that isn’t exactly a threat. Will I still get paid for missing work?”

He laughed. God, he loved this woman.

Her breathing sped up. “Help me, Jake,” she pleaded. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

He relaxed back onto the bed and gripped her hips in his large hands. He could feel the storm building.

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me do the work for awhile.”

She braced her hands on his forearms as he ground her down onto his c**k over and over. He felt the contractions start deep in her pu**y. Soon she trembled all over.

“Jake!”

Her body tensed into one long, continuous spasm. He felt a sudden burst of wetness within her as she slumped forward onto his chest.

He held her tightly, smoothing his hands up and down her damp back. She lay like a rag doll across him, her chest heaving for breath.

Finally, she raised her head, regret simmering in her blue eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“What the hell for?” he demanded.

She blushed. “You haven’t even come yet.”

He grinned and flexed his hips, driving his c**k deeper within her. “Well now, sweetheart, we can fix that if you’ll roll with me for a minute.”

He rolled her over, taking her underneath him. He repositioned himself between her legs and drove deep. She let out another contented sigh, one that nearly had him spilling right then and there.

He moved back and forth, allowing the rocketing pleasure to take over him. Sweat beaded his brow, and he closed his eyes tight to the nearly unbearable tension building in his groin.

“Goddamn,” he muttered.

Once, twice, then once more, he sank into her and finally he erupted. He held himself tightly against her as he ejaculated deep into her womb.

He leaned down to kiss her then shifted to the side of her, flopping with an exhausted sigh onto the bed.

She turned, curling herself into his side just like she belonged there. He wrapped both arms around her, holding on tight.

“That was incredible,” he murmured as he kissed the top of her head.

She yawned and nodded, her head rubbing against his chest. She nuzzled closer, and he felt her eyelashes brush over his skin as she closed her eyes.

“Hold me?” she mumbled.

He smiled and squeezed her a little tighter. “I’m not letting go.”

Chapter Seven

Ellie awoke to warm, sinful kisses. Jake’s lips burned a trail over the curve of her shoulder to the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck.“You’re awake,” he murmured.

“Like I could sleep when you’re doing that.”

She turned in his arms until she faced him.

“Let’s go shopping,” Jake said.

She blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Shopping.”

“Jake, you hate shopping. What are we shopping for, anyway?”

He sat up in bed, his naked body, his gorgeous naked body, slipping from the sheets.

“A Christmas tree.”

“You already have a Christmas tree,” she pointed out.

He reached over and flicked her nose. “But you don’t.”

She frowned. “I don’t want a tree.”

“Ellie, you love Christmas, and you’re letting that bastard ruin it for you. Now get your ass up so we can go buy you a tree. I’ll buy you lots of nice colored lights to go on it.”

She glared at him as he got up from the bed. “I want white lights.”

“That’s so boring,” he said. “What you need is something that blinks.”

She managed a horrified look. “I am not putting flashing lights on my tree!”

He chuckled. “Come on. Let’s take a shower. I’ll let you talk me into white lights, but I get to pick out the ornaments.”

She swung her leg over the side of the bed, marveling at how easily he’d won that argument. He could charm the scales right off a snake.