Read Online Wild Irish (Book 1 of the Weldon Series) by Jennifer Saints - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jennifer Saints
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Jesse said as he slammed deep into her. “Burn for me too.” His finger flicked over the sensitive heart of her sex, and she climaxed, impossibly flying even higher than before. The shards of pleasure wracking her body were so intense that she could do nothing but shudder and cling to him.
Shit, Jesse thought. His knees were weak, his vision had blurred, and his heart thundered painfully. He felt that was about to pass out from an orgasm. It had to be the heat, from the sun, from the hot tub. Heat stroke. That was it. There was no way that having sex with a woman, any woman, could reduce him to a puddle of mud. He hated like hell to pull out and move away from Alexi, but he had to plant his ass somewhere quick or keel over. As he slid from her hot sex, he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash bin then fell back onto the bench seat of the tub and pulled her into his lap. Her pebbled nipples rode the top of the water and he gave each rosy tip a quick suck. He couldn’t resist. He could have been dying and he would have done the same. She moaned as if she felt the same way.
After a while, they left the tub for the lounge chair. He laid back and situated her between his legs so they could both rest in the warmth of the sun. It didn’t take long before the sexy languor of having her naked and in his arms after all these years had him wanting her again.
She wanted everything he had to give? He’d give it to her big time. Reaching down, he cupped her sex with his palm. “What turns you on, Lexi. What’s your fantasy?”
She leaned her head into the crook of his shoulder and looked at him, her gaze, still misty with pleasure. “I’ve never thought about—”
“ Never, Lexi?” Reaching down, he slid a finger between the folds of her sex and caressed with tiny strokes as he whispered in her ear. “You’ve never had a fantasy? Never thought about having sex outside? Having sex in a hot tub? Never thought about being nude someplace you maybe shouldn’t?”
She arched her back, pressing her sex to his hand. “Uh, maybe, I, uh, have.”
“ Where, Lexi? Where are you in that fantasy?”
Jesse felt her hips respond more to his touch, thrusting for more action, but she didn’t answer him. He lifted his hand away. “Tell me. Where are you?”
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She wanted more of his touch, but wasn’t ready to share any secrets.
“ You know how I see you, Lexi? I see you in a black dress at some classy party and I’m wondering if you’re wearing anything under that dress all evening. You make me wonder with seductive looks, a stolen kiss, a slow dance. Then I see you sneak outside and disappear into a moonlit gazebo. I follow, coming up behind you, and I discover you’re not wearing anything under your dress.” He moved his other hand and plucked at her breast, flicking his finger over her nipple until it beaded with need. She moaned and arched her back, clearly buying into his fantasy.
“ You’re hot and ready for me and I take you from behind. We have sex right there in the moonlight, with people only yards away and no one knows it. Now that I’ve confessed one. What’s your fantasy, Lexi? Tell me, sunshine.”
“ Mirrors,” she gasped. “Watching you touch me, watching you make love to me would be like perfect art in motion.”
Jesse smiled. He was more than ready to make her little fantasy a reality. “Come on, Lex. I do mirrors.” Easing up from the chair, he snagged towels for them both then led her to his bedroom. The closet door held a full-length mirror, not ideal, but it’d do.
He got a condom, some massage oil, and a chair. Then he turned to her, ready for seduction, but she wasn’t facing the mirrors. She stood gazing at the view of the ocean from the wall of glass sliding doors. The expression on her face seemed to reflect his own reaction the first time he saw the sprawling horizon of endless beauty.
"This is beautiful," she whispered. “So
Shit, Jesse thought. His knees were weak, his vision had blurred, and his heart thundered painfully. He felt that was about to pass out from an orgasm. It had to be the heat, from the sun, from the hot tub. Heat stroke. That was it. There was no way that having sex with a woman, any woman, could reduce him to a puddle of mud. He hated like hell to pull out and move away from Alexi, but he had to plant his ass somewhere quick or keel over. As he slid from her hot sex, he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash bin then fell back onto the bench seat of the tub and pulled her into his lap. Her pebbled nipples rode the top of the water and he gave each rosy tip a quick suck. He couldn’t resist. He could have been dying and he would have done the same. She moaned as if she felt the same way.
After a while, they left the tub for the lounge chair. He laid back and situated her between his legs so they could both rest in the warmth of the sun. It didn’t take long before the sexy languor of having her naked and in his arms after all these years had him wanting her again.
She wanted everything he had to give? He’d give it to her big time. Reaching down, he cupped her sex with his palm. “What turns you on, Lexi. What’s your fantasy?”
She leaned her head into the crook of his shoulder and looked at him, her gaze, still misty with pleasure. “I’ve never thought about—”
“ Never, Lexi?” Reaching down, he slid a finger between the folds of her sex and caressed with tiny strokes as he whispered in her ear. “You’ve never had a fantasy? Never thought about having sex outside? Having sex in a hot tub? Never thought about being nude someplace you maybe shouldn’t?”
She arched her back, pressing her sex to his hand. “Uh, maybe, I, uh, have.”
“ Where, Lexi? Where are you in that fantasy?”
Jesse felt her hips respond more to his touch, thrusting for more action, but she didn’t answer him. He lifted his hand away. “Tell me. Where are you?”
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. She wanted more of his touch, but wasn’t ready to share any secrets.
“ You know how I see you, Lexi? I see you in a black dress at some classy party and I’m wondering if you’re wearing anything under that dress all evening. You make me wonder with seductive looks, a stolen kiss, a slow dance. Then I see you sneak outside and disappear into a moonlit gazebo. I follow, coming up behind you, and I discover you’re not wearing anything under your dress.” He moved his other hand and plucked at her breast, flicking his finger over her nipple until it beaded with need. She moaned and arched her back, clearly buying into his fantasy.
“ You’re hot and ready for me and I take you from behind. We have sex right there in the moonlight, with people only yards away and no one knows it. Now that I’ve confessed one. What’s your fantasy, Lexi? Tell me, sunshine.”
“ Mirrors,” she gasped. “Watching you touch me, watching you make love to me would be like perfect art in motion.”
Jesse smiled. He was more than ready to make her little fantasy a reality. “Come on, Lex. I do mirrors.” Easing up from the chair, he snagged towels for them both then led her to his bedroom. The closet door held a full-length mirror, not ideal, but it’d do.
He got a condom, some massage oil, and a chair. Then he turned to her, ready for seduction, but she wasn’t facing the mirrors. She stood gazing at the view of the ocean from the wall of glass sliding doors. The expression on her face seemed to reflect his own reaction the first time he saw the sprawling horizon of endless beauty.
"This is beautiful," she whispered. “So
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