“Oh, God, oh, Jake,” she moaned. Another rush of liquid heat bathed his tongue and he knew she was close. The first faint flutters of her orgasm gripped his fingers as he slid inside, clamping down harder as the full force of climax hit her.
Kit stared up at the bright night sky as the last pulses shuddered through her. Taking several deep, fortifying breaths she risked a look at Jake. His dark head was still between her thighs as he rained soft, soothing kisses on the smooth inner curves. Tender kisses. Loving kisses, even.
Oh, Christ, she might be in really big trouble.
She could never remember responding to a lover like she did to Jake. Then again, she’d never had a lover treat her like Jake did, either.
Her last partner was exactly the type she liked. She told him what she wanted and he listened, bringing her efficiently to satisfaction before finding his own.
But he hadn’t looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He hadn’t run his hands over her skin like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. He hadn’t buried his head between her legs and licked and savored her pussy like it was the most succulent, exquisite fruit he’d ever tasted.
And he sure as hell had never made her come so hard that her vision blurred and her body felt like it was wracked by thousands of tiny electrical currents.
She heard the sound of water splashing, and her stomach muscles jerked as Jake held his dripping body over hers. Bracing himself with his hands, he came down over her and kissed her with the tenderness that almost made her want to cry.
Crap. What was wrong with her? This was Jake, the man who’d so rudely introduced her to the world of slam bam thank you ma’am. To give him credit he’d proven—twice now—that he could make her come. Really, really hard. But still. It was just an orgasm.
The smartest move would be to get up and leave before she fell victim to this weird hormonal anomaly. But her brain had ceded all control to the area between her legs that still throbbed and ached to feel all of Jake buried deep inside her.
And to think men got a bad rap for being controlled by their dicks.
She draped a lazy hand around his neck and slid her fingers into the wet silk of his hair. Then he was gone, water splashing as he levered himself out of the pool. She could barely summon the energy to turn her head to watch him dig around the pockets of his pants.
Moonlight cast silvery shadows on the muscles of his back and shoulders, illuminating the drops of water cascading down his long strong legs. A renewed jolt of energy rushed through her as he turned, his cock jutting out in stark relief. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel him watching her as he rolled on a condom with slow deliberation. Stroking himself, reminding her that in a few moments the whole of that outrageously hard length would be buried deep inside her.
She rolled to her knees as he waked toward her, reaching for him as he got close. He brushed her hands away, slipping back into the water and pulling her in with him. The cool tile was hard on her back as he pulled her close for a rough kiss. He lifted her leg over his hip, burrowing the tip of his erection against her. “I can’t be gentle,” he murmured. “I’ve waited too many years to have you again.”
Waited years? What did he mean by—
The thought was abruptly cut off by the sudden, swift presence of him shoving inside her. Even though she was wetter, readier, than she’d ever been, the sheer size of him caught her off guard. Stretching tight slick flesh, pressing deep, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more he drove in another inch.
Her mouth opened wide on a silent scream of pleasured pain, her startled gasps swallowed by his mouth as he pumped inside her with his cock and his tongue. Towering over her by several inches, he surrounded her, dominated her. She’d never felt so invaded, so claimed. She wasn’t sure she liked it. But her body did.
She felt herself easing, softening around him, relaxing to take him deep with every surge of his hips. “Oh Kit,” he groaned, the helpless note in his voice prefectly matching the way she felt. Suddenly he pulled out, ignoring her embarrassing wail of protest as he spun her around to face the edge of the pool.
Gripping her hips so hard it should have hurt, he thrust in from behind, whispering all the while how beautiful she was, how hot and tight her pussy felt around him. Whispers that faded into groans as his hands reached around to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yell as she pulsed and clenched around him. His hips pumped faster now, short shallow strokes interspersed with long deep plunges as he gasped and heaved behind her.
Bracing her hands on the tile wall, Kit pushed against him, working herself on his swollen shaft, pushing him so deep she felt him at the base of her spine. Her climax hovered around the edges of every stroke, knotting and tightening low in her belly. Suddenly he stiffened behind, a low roar bellowing from his chest as he jerked heavily inside her.
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