curtains, staring at the king-sized bed already turned down fresh for the night, and in the next her feet weren’t
even touching the floor.
He trembled as he lifted her, her back to his front, his steel-roped arms binding around her, holding her to him. Taylor’s head fell back against his left shoulder, her body arching back against his own in offering. With his right arm securing her waist, his left hand snaked across her chest so he could fill his palm with the soft swell of her perfect breast.
Then he stopped.
Jake just held her—savored her.
He enjoyed the moment of the intense, soul-deep satisfaction of finally having the woman he loved right where he wanted her. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder, breathing in the sensual, erotic scent of her skin. Not perfume—just Taylor—fresh and clean and utterly feminine. He wanted to smell that scent all over his body. Wanted to shove his fingers inside of her and feel the musk-sweet moisture he could smell in the air coating his skin.
Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to take this as slow as he wanted, Jake nudged the aching mass of his cock against her sweet ass and was rewarded by a rough, ragged moan. Thank God. She sounded as desperate as he was—a good thing considering his legendary control wasn’t worth shit with this woman. She smashed it to pieces. Turned him into a crazed, pounding beast that wanted nothing more than to shove his cock so far up her cunt she could taste it at the back of her throat.
Taking a deep breath, he prayed for some shred of patience. They’d only have this one first time, damn it, and he wanted it to be perfect for her. He wanted her to come till it hurt.
“God, Taylor.” The words were rough, his breathing already fractured. His fingers squeezed around the soft mound of her breast, rubbing the taut bud of her nipple against his palm. “I feel like I’m gonna explode and I haven’t even gotten in you yet.”
She shocked the hell out of him when her hand reached between them and grabbed hold of his cock through the front of his pants. Tiny explosions of light and color swam before his eyes. Then she squeezed, stroking him through the restricting fabric, and he had to grit his teeth against the instant, blinding urge to come.
This was insane. How did she do it, making him this crazed, when sex had long ago become such a jaded pastime? Something he could go through the motions of—taking what he needed—without ever letting it dig beneath the surface of his skin. Taylor was already so much a part of him, it was as if his electrified senses were experiencing both the rush of pleasure she took from him, as well as that which she gave.
Her thumb reached just beneath the waistband, right behind the top button, and there was the straining head of his cock. She pressed, stroking the broad tip, and Jake jerked as he felt a burst of pre-cum stream from the slit. “Damn it,” he growled, wondering if he was about to embarrass himself. “What in the hell are you doing?”
The low, husky voice that answered didn’t sound like his Taylor.
“Do you really have to ask?” she moaned, loving the hot, hard feel of him. She wet her thumb with his moisture and moved it around the wide head, fascinated with his dimensions, losing herself in the moment.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna come.”
Taylor turned in his arms, pressing close, molding their bodies together. “Good,” she said with a wonderfully wicked, playful smile, nipping at his chin. “I want you to, Jake. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”
Jake grabbed her hand on its way back inside his pants, securing both her wrists as he lifted her arms high above her head. “Slow down!”
He winced at the harsh sound of his voice, but she was pushing him, and there was nowhere else to go but right over the edge. And he was terrified that if he completely lost it, he might end up scaring the hell out of her.
Taylor looked
even touching the floor.
He trembled as he lifted her, her back to his front, his steel-roped arms binding around her, holding her to him. Taylor’s head fell back against his left shoulder, her body arching back against his own in offering. With his right arm securing her waist, his left hand snaked across her chest so he could fill his palm with the soft swell of her perfect breast.
Then he stopped.
Jake just held her—savored her.
He enjoyed the moment of the intense, soul-deep satisfaction of finally having the woman he loved right where he wanted her. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder, breathing in the sensual, erotic scent of her skin. Not perfume—just Taylor—fresh and clean and utterly feminine. He wanted to smell that scent all over his body. Wanted to shove his fingers inside of her and feel the musk-sweet moisture he could smell in the air coating his skin.
Knowing he wasn’t going to be able to take this as slow as he wanted, Jake nudged the aching mass of his cock against her sweet ass and was rewarded by a rough, ragged moan. Thank God. She sounded as desperate as he was—a good thing considering his legendary control wasn’t worth shit with this woman. She smashed it to pieces. Turned him into a crazed, pounding beast that wanted nothing more than to shove his cock so far up her cunt she could taste it at the back of her throat.
Taking a deep breath, he prayed for some shred of patience. They’d only have this one first time, damn it, and he wanted it to be perfect for her. He wanted her to come till it hurt.
“God, Taylor.” The words were rough, his breathing already fractured. His fingers squeezed around the soft mound of her breast, rubbing the taut bud of her nipple against his palm. “I feel like I’m gonna explode and I haven’t even gotten in you yet.”
She shocked the hell out of him when her hand reached between them and grabbed hold of his cock through the front of his pants. Tiny explosions of light and color swam before his eyes. Then she squeezed, stroking him through the restricting fabric, and he had to grit his teeth against the instant, blinding urge to come.
This was insane. How did she do it, making him this crazed, when sex had long ago become such a jaded pastime? Something he could go through the motions of—taking what he needed—without ever letting it dig beneath the surface of his skin. Taylor was already so much a part of him, it was as if his electrified senses were experiencing both the rush of pleasure she took from him, as well as that which she gave.
Her thumb reached just beneath the waistband, right behind the top button, and there was the straining head of his cock. She pressed, stroking the broad tip, and Jake jerked as he felt a burst of pre-cum stream from the slit. “Damn it,” he growled, wondering if he was about to embarrass himself. “What in the hell are you doing?”
The low, husky voice that answered didn’t sound like his Taylor.
“Do you really have to ask?” she moaned, loving the hot, hard feel of him. She wet her thumb with his moisture and moved it around the wide head, fascinated with his dimensions, losing herself in the moment.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna come.”
Taylor turned in his arms, pressing close, molding their bodies together. “Good,” she said with a wonderfully wicked, playful smile, nipping at his chin. “I want you to, Jake. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”
Jake grabbed her hand on its way back inside his pants, securing both her wrists as he lifted her arms high above her head. “Slow down!”
He winced at the harsh sound of his voice, but she was pushing him, and there was nowhere else to go but right over the edge. And he was terrified that if he completely lost it, he might end up scaring the hell out of her.
Taylor looked
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