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Authors: Tamara Mataya
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feverish lust, making them fuller, darker, sweeter.
“I want you to touch yourself for me, Jayne.”
Her eyes widened, and she half smiled. “What? I can’t—”
“I wasn’t asking. If you want this.” He slowly stroked his rock hard length. Her eyes were hooded and she licked her lips as she watched his hand. “Do you want this?” She nodded, and he took his hand away. “Then you will take your hand and touch yourself.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want me to touch you.”
A silent battle raged inside her, even as her hand slowly snaked across the bed and up her thigh. He saw the hesitation and need warring for dominance inside her eyes. A dark blush painted her cheeks, and just before she touched herself there , her hands jerked to her breasts. Playing it safe meant she wasn’t losing herself, wasn’t giving into him.
“Really? That’s where you want me to touch you? Are you sure?” He stepped away from the wall and knelt down in front of her, between her spread legs, careful not to touch her. His dick strained forward between them; she gazed down at it and whimpered.
“Please.” Her voice came out husky, her hands clenched.
He lowered himself, ass meeting his heels, hands braced on the bed on either side of her, not making contact. “Please what?”
He leaned to her right knee, blew a maddening breath across her skin as he swept to her center.
“Please, just touch me, fuck me, please! I can’t take it!”
He continued down her thigh, his breath causing goose bumps to erupt across her skin as her knees fluttered in then out, hips gently rocking toward him. “You know what you have to do,” he breathed against her thigh.
Her hands trailed down her belly and along the path he’d breathed across her thighs. She closed her eyes, as if remembering, and moved from her knees inward.
He sat back a bit to better see her. His balls ached with need, but watching her hands dance across her hot, wet center was the most exquisite torture he’d ever known. “Open your eyes,” he whispered.
Her eyes sparkled, black with desire, a need half-scratched. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, so far keeping the play external.
***
She’d almost come standing up, when he ripped her blouse off and nibbled and sucked at her neck like an animal. All she’d wanted was someone to take over and make her forget everything, even her own name for once. And now that she had it, she couldn’t help but want to push him down and climb on top. It defeated the purpose, but fuck if it didn’t feel right.
It wasn’t just his skillful hands and sexy mouth. There! That look in his eyes, like he was seconds away from devouring her. As if at any moment he would lose it and fuck her against the wall, or have her on her hands and knees from behind on the floor. His touch inflamed her, kisses claimed her. The self-assured, firm way he told her to undress him made her limbs heavy with longing. And the way he kissed her slammed a sort of lust so deep it was almost tranquil through her body.
The day had worn away at her nerves until she became raw, snapping and impatient. It was like she hadn’t been laid in years when she’d been worn out in the best ways only last night. What was wrong with her? He was addictive, perfect. Delicious. Too much and not nearly enough. She rubbed at his dick, already so hard, as ready for her as she was for him. Jayne wanted it inside her.
And then he told her to go to the bedroom.
She could hardly get there fast enough.
Jayne couldn’t believe how hot he made her. She’d never wanted a man to fuck her as badly as she wanted Malcolm right now. It was even worse than the first time they’d been together because now she knew exactly how incredible he was. Her head swam, her ears buzzed with the pulsing of her heart tattooing the inside of her ribcage. She’d never met a man with his control. It was obvious how much he wanted her, but he played with her, teased her body, never
“I want you to touch yourself for me, Jayne.”
Her eyes widened, and she half smiled. “What? I can’t—”
“I wasn’t asking. If you want this.” He slowly stroked his rock hard length. Her eyes were hooded and she licked her lips as she watched his hand. “Do you want this?” She nodded, and he took his hand away. “Then you will take your hand and touch yourself.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want me to touch you.”
A silent battle raged inside her, even as her hand slowly snaked across the bed and up her thigh. He saw the hesitation and need warring for dominance inside her eyes. A dark blush painted her cheeks, and just before she touched herself there , her hands jerked to her breasts. Playing it safe meant she wasn’t losing herself, wasn’t giving into him.
“Really? That’s where you want me to touch you? Are you sure?” He stepped away from the wall and knelt down in front of her, between her spread legs, careful not to touch her. His dick strained forward between them; she gazed down at it and whimpered.
“Please.” Her voice came out husky, her hands clenched.
He lowered himself, ass meeting his heels, hands braced on the bed on either side of her, not making contact. “Please what?”
He leaned to her right knee, blew a maddening breath across her skin as he swept to her center.
“Please, just touch me, fuck me, please! I can’t take it!”
He continued down her thigh, his breath causing goose bumps to erupt across her skin as her knees fluttered in then out, hips gently rocking toward him. “You know what you have to do,” he breathed against her thigh.
Her hands trailed down her belly and along the path he’d breathed across her thighs. She closed her eyes, as if remembering, and moved from her knees inward.
He sat back a bit to better see her. His balls ached with need, but watching her hands dance across her hot, wet center was the most exquisite torture he’d ever known. “Open your eyes,” he whispered.
Her eyes sparkled, black with desire, a need half-scratched. Her fingers moved faster on her clit, so far keeping the play external.
***
She’d almost come standing up, when he ripped her blouse off and nibbled and sucked at her neck like an animal. All she’d wanted was someone to take over and make her forget everything, even her own name for once. And now that she had it, she couldn’t help but want to push him down and climb on top. It defeated the purpose, but fuck if it didn’t feel right.
It wasn’t just his skillful hands and sexy mouth. There! That look in his eyes, like he was seconds away from devouring her. As if at any moment he would lose it and fuck her against the wall, or have her on her hands and knees from behind on the floor. His touch inflamed her, kisses claimed her. The self-assured, firm way he told her to undress him made her limbs heavy with longing. And the way he kissed her slammed a sort of lust so deep it was almost tranquil through her body.
The day had worn away at her nerves until she became raw, snapping and impatient. It was like she hadn’t been laid in years when she’d been worn out in the best ways only last night. What was wrong with her? He was addictive, perfect. Delicious. Too much and not nearly enough. She rubbed at his dick, already so hard, as ready for her as she was for him. Jayne wanted it inside her.
And then he told her to go to the bedroom.
She could hardly get there fast enough.
Jayne couldn’t believe how hot he made her. She’d never wanted a man to fuck her as badly as she wanted Malcolm right now. It was even worse than the first time they’d been together because now she knew exactly how incredible he was. Her head swam, her ears buzzed with the pulsing of her heart tattooing the inside of her ribcage. She’d never met a man with his control. It was obvious how much he wanted her, but he played with her, teased her body, never
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