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the bed. Her gaze locked with his. “I need this. Right now.”
Damn, that sexy voice of hers nearly made him shoot off. He
played with her nipples as she used her thigh muscles to ride him, slowly and
thoroughly at first, then faster, gaining speed and pushing herself toward
climax with the power of desperation.
She sat up, grasping his wrists to keep his hands on her
breasts, using that to give her leverage as she bounced up and down quickly,
her head dropping to the side as her breath came in rhythmic gasps. “Uh, Jackson.”
She whispered the words, but to him, it was like a shouted order.
Moving his hand to the apex of her legs, he brushed his
thumb against her mound, burrowing it in to find her hard little button. Her
hands still clasped both wrists, the sexiest touch he’d ever experienced as her
motion let her ride along his thumb.
Within seconds, she shook and cried out, a high-pitched
scream that ramped up his desire until he nearly followed her over into climax.
At the last second, he pulled himself in, holding his orgasm at bay.
She slowed her manic ride, her body flushing pink, her hands
loosening her grip on his wrists, her head dropping forward, until with one
last shudder, she went limp.
He caught her and eased her flat on top of him, her face
nestled at his neck, her body hot, burning onto his. Sliding his rock-hard
shaft from her, he wrapped his arms around her, letting her pant and shiver
with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I’ve seriously never experienced anything that intense.”
She whispered the words against his neck. “I can’t explain it. Just…so frickin’
weird.”
He chuckled, kissing her head between his bursts of
laughter. Did this woman know how perfect her words sounded to him? How new and
sincere? Something warm wrapped itself around his heart, filling his chest. Who
was he holding in his arms?
Rori lifted her head, her eyes glazed, her cheeks bright
pink. “But you’re still hard as steel.” She wiggled her hips, proving his
erection still lay full and nearly painful with need. “And it’s my turn to tell
you what I want.”
His hips jerked with the burst of lust her words evoked.
“Anything you want, Rori, darlin’. Just name it, and I’m your servant.”
Chapter Six
Rori couldn’t stop shocking herself with the things she
blurted out. It was her turn to tell him what she wanted? Where had that come
from? It felt as if her two outrageous orgasms had drained all her normal
thought processes away and left her without a filter between her brain and
mouth. Well, worse than usual.
Lying flat on top of him, both of them bare naked, she
pressed her hips softly toward his hard, sheathed erection. “Something I’ve
always liked.” Looking around his bedroom in Dusty’s big house on the lake, she
hoped he’d locked the door, because she’d be doing some screaming when she got
Jackson where she wanted him.
He smacked her butt. “You gonna tell me, or do I have to
waste time guessin’?” His sexy smile belied his coaxing words.
“I like to be…” A flush of heat rose to her face. “On my
hands and knees.” It felt so empowering to say what she wanted.
He froze for a second, then with a growl, he turned them to
their sides, knelt beside her, and picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
Placing her on her hands and knees in front of him, he massaged her butt
cheeks, his hands firm and his callouses abrading lightly, sending lovely
aching contractions to her core, moistening her pussy lips.
With a moan, Rori arched her back downward, turned to look
at him, and stared into the midnight blue of his eyes. “Do you like this
position, too?”
His breath left him audibly as his eyes rolled back and his
body shook. “Fuck yeah, darlin’. This is what you want, it’s what I love.”
His words crept into her soul and made her heart thump an
extra beat. Love. How had a wild night of sex turned into love? She dropped her
head, shaking it. No, this wasn’t
Damn, that sexy voice of hers nearly made him shoot off. He
played with her nipples as she used her thigh muscles to ride him, slowly and
thoroughly at first, then faster, gaining speed and pushing herself toward
climax with the power of desperation.
She sat up, grasping his wrists to keep his hands on her
breasts, using that to give her leverage as she bounced up and down quickly,
her head dropping to the side as her breath came in rhythmic gasps. “Uh, Jackson.”
She whispered the words, but to him, it was like a shouted order.
Moving his hand to the apex of her legs, he brushed his
thumb against her mound, burrowing it in to find her hard little button. Her
hands still clasped both wrists, the sexiest touch he’d ever experienced as her
motion let her ride along his thumb.
Within seconds, she shook and cried out, a high-pitched
scream that ramped up his desire until he nearly followed her over into climax.
At the last second, he pulled himself in, holding his orgasm at bay.
She slowed her manic ride, her body flushing pink, her hands
loosening her grip on his wrists, her head dropping forward, until with one
last shudder, she went limp.
He caught her and eased her flat on top of him, her face
nestled at his neck, her body hot, burning onto his. Sliding his rock-hard
shaft from her, he wrapped his arms around her, letting her pant and shiver
with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I’ve seriously never experienced anything that intense.”
She whispered the words against his neck. “I can’t explain it. Just…so frickin’
weird.”
He chuckled, kissing her head between his bursts of
laughter. Did this woman know how perfect her words sounded to him? How new and
sincere? Something warm wrapped itself around his heart, filling his chest. Who
was he holding in his arms?
Rori lifted her head, her eyes glazed, her cheeks bright
pink. “But you’re still hard as steel.” She wiggled her hips, proving his
erection still lay full and nearly painful with need. “And it’s my turn to tell
you what I want.”
His hips jerked with the burst of lust her words evoked.
“Anything you want, Rori, darlin’. Just name it, and I’m your servant.”
Chapter Six
Rori couldn’t stop shocking herself with the things she
blurted out. It was her turn to tell him what she wanted? Where had that come
from? It felt as if her two outrageous orgasms had drained all her normal
thought processes away and left her without a filter between her brain and
mouth. Well, worse than usual.
Lying flat on top of him, both of them bare naked, she
pressed her hips softly toward his hard, sheathed erection. “Something I’ve
always liked.” Looking around his bedroom in Dusty’s big house on the lake, she
hoped he’d locked the door, because she’d be doing some screaming when she got
Jackson where she wanted him.
He smacked her butt. “You gonna tell me, or do I have to
waste time guessin’?” His sexy smile belied his coaxing words.
“I like to be…” A flush of heat rose to her face. “On my
hands and knees.” It felt so empowering to say what she wanted.
He froze for a second, then with a growl, he turned them to
their sides, knelt beside her, and picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
Placing her on her hands and knees in front of him, he massaged her butt
cheeks, his hands firm and his callouses abrading lightly, sending lovely
aching contractions to her core, moistening her pussy lips.
With a moan, Rori arched her back downward, turned to look
at him, and stared into the midnight blue of his eyes. “Do you like this
position, too?”
His breath left him audibly as his eyes rolled back and his
body shook. “Fuck yeah, darlin’. This is what you want, it’s what I love.”
His words crept into her soul and made her heart thump an
extra beat. Love. How had a wild night of sex turned into love? She dropped her
head, shaking it. No, this wasn’t
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