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“Only if I get to taste you after,” I respond all too quickly.
His smirk grows into a smile. “Oh, I think that candefinitelybe arranged, sweetheart.”
His hot breath blows against my center. I barely have time to prepare myself before his tongue spears me. I suck in a sharp breath as he licks inside. My hips lift of their own accord, and Jack uses his forearm to hold me down to the bed.
“Oh, God.Ohhh,just like that!” I say as I grab his hair, pulling in all directions to guide his magical mouth.
He hums. “You taste like the best dessert I’ve ever had.” He dives right back in to repeatedly lick me from back to front, applying just enough pressure to my clit.
It’s simultaneously too much and not enough. “Don’t stop, but I need more.” I pant from the need to release.
“Like I've told you time and again, I got you, baby. Maybe one day you’ll believe me,” Jack says before he goes back to sucking and biting my clit.
I can’t stop myself from crying out when he slides two fingers inside me, pumping in and out.
It only takes a few more thrusts before I explode all over his hand, crying out, “Yes! That’s it!” Wave after wave of pleasure fills me, and I ride it out until I sink back on the bed, panting breaths passing my parted lips.
Jack stalks up my body, kissing me along the way. He leans over and reaches for the bedside table. He grabs three condoms and places them on the bed.
I look at him with one eyebrow raised. “Big plans for the night, huh?”
“A guy can hope,” he says with a boyish smile as he rolls the condom down his impressive shaft. The straining head is a faint shade of purple, with precum dripping down.
Once the condom is in place, he leans over me, his knees on either side of my ass while my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His lips brush mine, teasing me as he pulls away only to bring them back.
The tip of his cock presses against my entrance as his lips once again brush mine. I can’t take it anymore. I need himnow.
I roughly pull him down, kissing him passionately as I use my legs to pull him into me. He doesn’t hesitate to follow my lead. All playfulness evaporates the moment he’s fully seated inside me. I gasp at the sensation of feeling so full in the best possible way.
Jack groans in pleasure, no words passing his lips before he sears me with another kiss I’ll never forget.
He thrusts several times, slowly, methodically, testing the waters. When my hips hungrily move to meet his in tandem, he speeds up. We find a comfortable rhythm together, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Reaching down, he presses his thumb over my clit, circling it at the same time he swivels his hips and hits that magical spot. My eyes close, dizzy from the pure pleasure pulsing through my body.
Between the intense energy between us, the sexual tension that’s been there for far too long, and how unbelievably talented with his body he is, it doesn’t take much before that familiar tingle makes its way down my spine.
It only takes a few more thrusts before I explode all over this cock for the first time. He moves harder, more feverishly, his breaths coming in pants as he chases his own release.
My orgasm makes me sensitive, so his movements feel even better than they did before. He soon follows me over the edge, burying himself deep as he possible to spill inside me.
As we both fight to catch our breath, I run my hands over his damp back. I love knowing he worked up a sweat consummating this blossoming thing between us. He rolls us together so I’m on top of him with him still inside me.
I’ve never felt such contentment in my life. He kisses my forehead, his hands roaming down my backside to grip my ass.
“I wouldn’t mind doing that again and again,” I say, out of breath and smiling so wide it hurts.
“Well, that’s good. Because that’s exactly what I plan to do,” he says with hooded eyes, his hands still roaming over my body.
This man really will be the death of me.
Chapter 37
WhenIwake,ournaked bodies are tangled together, and shifting even a small amount alerts me to the delicious ache between my legs from last night. I turn to stretch my body, pressing my front against his. He stirs but doesn’t open his eyes.
“Good morning, Ms. Shaw,” he says lazily.
“Good morning, Detective,” I reply, looking up to stroke my hand across his face. His grin tells me he likes when I call him “detective.”
