Read Online You Both (Vampire Assassin League Book 29) by Jackie Ivie - Free Book Online
Authors: Jackie Ivie
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didn’t recall moving. He didn’t care, either. He grabbed the back pockets of her skinny jeans and used them to yank the seams apart. She didn’t help. Her top was hanging in shreds from her shoulders as she ran her fingers along his chest. Every inch of skin he could see was a lightly tanned shade. Glistening in the firelight. Her touch branded him. Up. Back down. She shoved against his pecs. Followed the muscles in his abdomen, creating friction he didn’t need, added to the need he fought to contain. Her fingers reached the edge of his towel. She fussed with the tie he’d knotted.
Ethelstone gritted his teeth harder. Blood pooled inside his lip. She pushed the cloth aside, gave a moan that sounded like it contained pleasure, and then she had him. Long fingers enwrapped him. Testing. Enveloping. Her hands slid down his shaft and Ethelstone arched upward, his mouth went wide as he howled. Blood sprayed from his fangs. His cry was lengthy. Loud. And completely bestial. It echoed about them while she gripped her thighs about his and continued her ministrations. Ethelstone began pumping, smacking into the floor, making heavy thumping noises. And if this kept up, he was going to reach Valhalla a lot sooner than he wanted to.
He grabbed for her hands. Pulled them from him. Gripped one in each of his and rolled. And oh! She was perfect! She moved in concert with him. Plastered in place. Her limbs lithe. Slender. Yet muscled.
And her thighs...
By Odin! She had thighs designed to delve between.
He ripped her pants open further. She wore a garment beneath them. Panties. Red. Silken. He shoved them to one side. His thumb touched her nub and she gasped. Jerked.
What was this? Women could achieve satisfaction?
Ethelstone did it again and got almost the same exact sequence of reactions. So he did it a third time, only this time he began vibrating with his thumb. Faster. Harder. Her heartbeat grew loud enough to hear. Each beat more strident. Heavier. Her breaths came quicker. Small cries started accompanying each one. And then her thighs locked about him. Her body went rigid. She tossed her head back, and sent the sweetest cry into existence. She pulsed against him. The movements harsh, non-rhythmic. Strong.
All kinds of chaos happened. The fireplace even shot sparks outward. Ethelstone was at her entrance. Her hand was the one guiding. Her hips lifted to meet him. She sucked him in, encasing him with wet fire. Surrounded him in coils of paradise. She was so tight. Unbelievably small. He was having trouble fitting. Every inch gave him another shot of pleasure that bordered on pain. He pulled out a bit. Shoved back in. Did it again. Her sheath stretched. Flexed. Each time sending all kinds of stimuli. Waves of it rippled through him as he moved, each time getting closer to filling her.
“Don’t stop, Ethelstone. Oh, baby! Don’t stop!”
Was she mad? Stopping anything would be impossible. He shoved up from her, lifting his chest. Gained leverage. So he could push again. Deeper. Harder.
“It’s been...so long. Oh! Ethelstone. I want! I need!”
Whatever she wanted, he was willing to give. He tightened his chest and arms. Pushed again. And her body finally accepted him. Fully. And, as he watched, she started pulsing against him again, alternately sucking him in and sliding him out of her sheath. Her skin grew ruddy in the firelight’s glow, and she gave another long cry of satiation.
What was this? Women could achieve satisfaction more than once?
The smallest bit of his mind pondered it. The rest of him went berserk. He found himself upright. He didn’t know how. Stephanie was plastered to him, her legs wrapped about him, her arms about his shoulders. His hands gripped her buttocks, heaving her up and down as he pounded into her. Again and again.
The fire swelled. A chorus of warmth reached out and grabbed at him. Her cavern sucked and fondled and pleasured. Satisfaction grew closer. Sweeter. Nearer. He pumped
Ethelstone gritted his teeth harder. Blood pooled inside his lip. She pushed the cloth aside, gave a moan that sounded like it contained pleasure, and then she had him. Long fingers enwrapped him. Testing. Enveloping. Her hands slid down his shaft and Ethelstone arched upward, his mouth went wide as he howled. Blood sprayed from his fangs. His cry was lengthy. Loud. And completely bestial. It echoed about them while she gripped her thighs about his and continued her ministrations. Ethelstone began pumping, smacking into the floor, making heavy thumping noises. And if this kept up, he was going to reach Valhalla a lot sooner than he wanted to.
He grabbed for her hands. Pulled them from him. Gripped one in each of his and rolled. And oh! She was perfect! She moved in concert with him. Plastered in place. Her limbs lithe. Slender. Yet muscled.
And her thighs...
By Odin! She had thighs designed to delve between.
He ripped her pants open further. She wore a garment beneath them. Panties. Red. Silken. He shoved them to one side. His thumb touched her nub and she gasped. Jerked.
What was this? Women could achieve satisfaction?
Ethelstone did it again and got almost the same exact sequence of reactions. So he did it a third time, only this time he began vibrating with his thumb. Faster. Harder. Her heartbeat grew loud enough to hear. Each beat more strident. Heavier. Her breaths came quicker. Small cries started accompanying each one. And then her thighs locked about him. Her body went rigid. She tossed her head back, and sent the sweetest cry into existence. She pulsed against him. The movements harsh, non-rhythmic. Strong.
All kinds of chaos happened. The fireplace even shot sparks outward. Ethelstone was at her entrance. Her hand was the one guiding. Her hips lifted to meet him. She sucked him in, encasing him with wet fire. Surrounded him in coils of paradise. She was so tight. Unbelievably small. He was having trouble fitting. Every inch gave him another shot of pleasure that bordered on pain. He pulled out a bit. Shoved back in. Did it again. Her sheath stretched. Flexed. Each time sending all kinds of stimuli. Waves of it rippled through him as he moved, each time getting closer to filling her.
“Don’t stop, Ethelstone. Oh, baby! Don’t stop!”
Was she mad? Stopping anything would be impossible. He shoved up from her, lifting his chest. Gained leverage. So he could push again. Deeper. Harder.
“It’s been...so long. Oh! Ethelstone. I want! I need!”
Whatever she wanted, he was willing to give. He tightened his chest and arms. Pushed again. And her body finally accepted him. Fully. And, as he watched, she started pulsing against him again, alternately sucking him in and sliding him out of her sheath. Her skin grew ruddy in the firelight’s glow, and she gave another long cry of satiation.
What was this? Women could achieve satisfaction more than once?
The smallest bit of his mind pondered it. The rest of him went berserk. He found himself upright. He didn’t know how. Stephanie was plastered to him, her legs wrapped about him, her arms about his shoulders. His hands gripped her buttocks, heaving her up and down as he pounded into her. Again and again.
The fire swelled. A chorus of warmth reached out and grabbed at him. Her cavern sucked and fondled and pleasured. Satisfaction grew closer. Sweeter. Nearer. He pumped
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