“Oh dear God,” he moaned, twining his fingers in her silky hair. “No, love, we shouldn’t—”
She firmly closed her teeth around his sensitive shaft, then soothed him with soft strokes of her tongue.
JT thought she’d have to peel him off the ceiling. “Aahh, nevermind. Don’t stop, baby, pleeeease…”
–You don’t know how I’ve needed you….mmmmyeah, that’s sooo….fucking perfect….
His thoughts and his desire funneled into her brain. She savored the connection and moaned around him, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
–We shouldn’t, but I don’t care….wrong doesn’t matter….Ah GOD babe!…doesn’t matter… just this…Oh sweet Jesus yess….all that matters….your touch….
She knelt beside him, her body just tantalizingly out of his reach; all he could do was bury his hands in her hair.
“Please love,” came his hoarse whisper, “I need to touch you.” He gasped as she pulled him deeper, the deliciously wicked motions of her tongue taking him to the edge of ecstasy, then slowing to let him fall back again.
– Please Kori….I need to touch….Holy shit!….I just….want…….you…..
He twisted under her tormenting mouth, reaching for her, wanting to touch anywhere he could. His fingers found her soft skin, curving around and clutching tenderly. Ahhh, that sweet ass I so love to watch. He squeezed again, a bit harder this time.
The initial brush of his fingertips thrilled a current up her spine. The gentle pressure as his hand closed over her flesh flashed a firebrand from her backside to tickle the unsettled point behind her bellybutton. His stronger grasp shredded her control and she threw back her head with a deep groan.
She kissed a tender trail up his stomach to his chest, sliding her body over his as she climbed. She teased her way to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin of his throat.
The feel of her lips, her hands, and the sweet weight of her body conquered JT’s resolve to lay back and let her take the lead. With a guttural cry, he wrapped her in his arms and rolled, trapping her. He raised on his elbows just enough to look down at her flushed face. Her eyes were shrouded under lids heavy with desire.
– So beautiful, my sweet Korina….my love….I want to see your eyes….those electric turquoise eyes….they can’t lie….
“Look at me, Kori.” His voice was husky and soft. She opened her eyes wider, but didn’t meet his.
“Not good enough, sweetheart,” he coaxed, dropping his face a few agonizing millimeters closer. She looked fleetingly at his eyes before settling her gaze on his full mouth. Her glance was too quick for him to read.
“Still not good enough, love.” He moved nearer still, his mouth slanting over hers as he murmured, “No. I know you want my lips on yours….God, love, so do I. But not until I can look in your eyes clearly, and not see them clouded with heat from a kiss.” He pulled back again, once more training his eyes on hers.
“It’s only you and me here, Kori. No one else. You said you wanted honesty from me. I’m giving you that and I expect it in return. Dammit, woman, look at me,” he growled, wanting desperately to share his ever-increasing feelings for her, but unwilling to throw his heart onto the floor until he knew how she felt.
She knew her emotions would blast from her eyes like a signal fire; she hesitated, certain that her feelings went far beyond mere lust, and worried that he wouldn’t return them. She was going to be hurt enough soon, and losing the one person she needed to lean on would make it that much harder. If it was simply desire he held for her, that could be just as bad. She needed a friend, not a lover. She had to believe the thoughts he projected to her oh-so-clearly. They were unprotected in his mind and felt true. She took as deep a breath as his crushing weight would allow, decided to plunge in heartfirst, and met his striking eyes.
She forgot how to breathe. Sweet God in heaven, more than I’d even let myself imagine. I don’t know if I can handle this. He’s looking at me like I’m the answer to…to…I don’t know. I could get lost so easily in that heart.
She wasn’t aware that her eyes spoke the same to him; she hadn’t wanted to consider just what her feelings for him were becoming. But he saw. She was a mirror reflecting his own heart. Yes, love…you feel it too. I’m not usually a patient man, but for this I can be. The selfish part of him grumbled, but was far outvoiced by the rest. She would be free to be his, eventually. Until then, he would be for her whatever she needed him to be.
– I need you….want you….love you….that’s what this is….bloody hell, I wasn’t looking for this, but love you I do….
Her eyes widened in wonder, as moved as if he’d confessed aloud. It had been so long since she’d felt herself falling. She wasn’t sure if this was love, or something so much more.
I know she heard that, but anymore, I don’t care. It’s time for total honesty. He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly met her mouth, at first just brushing softly, prolonging the moment and the torture. She gave her lips to him, explosive fuel on his fire. He ground against her, then realized there was still a barrier. He tugged his pants down further and kicked them off, feeling at last her soft skin against his whole body. He longed to feel her around his cock but held off, knowing this would be their last time for what could become quite a long while.
Instead, he slid his fingertips up her sides, down her arms, gently pushing them from around his back and steering them to the mattress above her head. Taking both her wrists tightly in one hand, he lowered his mouth to hers again, tugging first one full lip, then the other. She arched and gasped. Trying to slake his escalating need to be inside her, he swept his tongue between her lips with a groan.
Far from helping, the kiss spiraled out of control. He ground against her, not willing to take her yet, but not knowing how much longer he could wait. His breath fell hard and heavy over her cheek.
– Ah, fuck, I’m so hard it hurts…..I need to….God, baby I just want to have you….so deep around me….show you….take you so high….
She wrapped her legs around his hips. He groaned into the kiss, shifted slightly, and buried himself to the hilt with one long thrust. Oh my love, you’re so—
–wet…so good….oh your sweet heat….gonna take you there….want to show you….show you how I….oh lord how I do love you….
She whimpered under the assault on her senses and her mind, his lips never breaking from hers as he rolled into her again. His passion built with each powerful stroke; he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Releasing her hands, he shifted again, angling to get even deeper.
“I can’t wait, Kori. I’ve gotta…oh honey, I need to….” He sank inside one last time, trembling violently as he came.
JT collapsed on top of her and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing still hard and fast, and wrapped her in his arms. “I love you, baby. God help me, but I love you.”
JT held her tightly against his chest, willing his labored breathing to return to normal. Okay, so now I’ve gone and said it. Not like she didn’t read me, hear it in my head. And I knew that, too. I’m starting to notice how it feels when she hears my unspoken words; it feels louder, looser somehow, like walking around having forgotten to zip my trousers. A mental draft….
Still, speaking those words makes it permanent. There’s no unsaying them. Does that really matter, anyway? Truth is truth.
And, somehow, as fast as this has happened, and as much as it scares the living crap out of me, I know it’s true. Maybe it’s from that connection (which is beginning to work both ways — don’t forget that, JT). Maybe, too, it’s from reading her stories of make-believe; when you read someone’s fantasy, it’s so telling of what makes her tick. Even if it is a completely imaginary creation with no possible basis in reality, it shows how she thinks, draws those lines in the sand that say ‘don’t go any further than this.’ No, it hasn’t been all that fast after all. She’s been around me for some time now.
Whatever the reas
on, it’s truth. She’s taken my heart, bound it up with string, and carried it off.
Why isn’t she saying anything?
****
Well, she thought, now he’s said it out loud. It’s one thing to pick up a thought and carry it around in secret. It’s quite another to hear it spoken. It shouldn’t make any difference. Really.
It shouldn’t. It doesn’t change how he feels. It doesn’t change that I know. But it does beg a response, one I don’t know that I’m able to give.
Just exactly what is it I feel for him? To put a name on it is too hard, or maybe one word is too simple.
She wanted to follow him around. To watch him shave, hear him hum a happy little tune when he worked with his hands. She wanted to climb into his pocket and stay there. Is that love? This almost obsessive need to be close, this hunger that can only be satisfied by even the slightest brush of his hand against mine?
It’s powerful, whatever it is. It’s been so long since I’ve fallen, is this what it was like? I can’t remember.
Love?
I don’t know. Not anymore.
****
I know it’s only been a few (forever) seconds, but why doesn’t she say something? Anything? This silence is killing me. I should’ve kept my big mouth shut. It’s too soon. But I know what I saw in her eyes and felt in her touch.
I can tell the difference between lust and love in a woman’s eyes; God knows I’ve seen too much of the first, and not nearly enough of the last. And this was so much more than just desire.
He felt her stir in his arms then inhale deeply, as if for a sigh. Heard the tiny, moist sound as her lips parted to speak. His heartbeat quickened in anticipation and a sliver of fear.
“I know,” was all she quietly said.
That’s all? That’s it?
He held her tighter and closed his eyes against the sudden ache in his throat. Be patient. She’s losing her husband, the father of her child, and the last thing she needs is more pressure. At least she didn’t laugh, or push me away. ‘I know’ will have to be enough. For now.
Kori nestled her hips against him restlessly. The slight motion brought JT a dismaying realization. This woman, who normally melted under his touch, was still waiting for her satisfaction. Christ, JT, you selfish fuck, he berated himself, you didn’t even notice.
The thought of remedying her situation brought a wicked smile to his lips. He unwrapped his arms from her and rose on his elbows, looking down on her sweet face, still flushed with unfulfilled passion.
“I don’t think I like the look of that grin,” she murmured.
His smile widened. “Oh, but you will, love. Trust me. You will.”
Soft, attentive lips worshipped their way down her body, pausing to take the rosy peak of one breast into gently nibbling teeth. He teased the other to attention with the brush of callused fingertips.
She moaned softly, hands diving into his hair to hold him closer, delicious desire coiling tighter at her core.
JT groaned; her pleasure gave him pleasure, and he found himself wanting her again. Not yet, oh no, not yet. Take her to the stars, give her sweet release…
He was engrossed in the sounds of her passion and the feel of the taut bud under his tongue. Somewhere in the dim recesses of his mind, he noticed he was rubbing his arousal on her silky skin, and wondered how long he’d been trying to quell the throbbing. Apparently long enough for her to bring one soft thigh up to meet him and match his rhythm.
– Holy shit woman how you make me want you…how I ache….
Korina’s mind flooded with his desire; her movements against him became stronger and more demanding. Her fevered response stoked him higher; he tightened his mouth on her nipple, biting none too gently.
Her hips jumped and she felt moisture flood her thighs. She cried out, balanced on a razorline separating pain from pleasure.
A hand crept down and touched the hollow of her upper thigh. JT smiled around the nub still captured between his teeth. “Mmm-hmmm, you liked that, did you?” he mumbled, tightening his mouth on her again, his tongue raking over the sensitive flesh.
She was falling, the velvet paradise of pure desire and release beckoned ever closer. Oh, my love—
**Ohhh do that again…..that feels sooo fantastic…..yes JT yes….do it….more… love… yes I really do…
JT heard her like a whisper in his brain, sensed her passion flowing through him, and…a tickle of something more. He felt her abrupt rush of panic, and suddenly the link was gone, slammed shut as quickly as it had appeared. His heart soared. I know what she’s trying to hide. And I won’t push it. Knowing her unfinished thought warmed (and heated) him to the core. He dipped his fingers into her wet passage, then drew them up to her breast and teased the moisture over its tip.
A shiver tripped up her spine and she clutched the blankets to keep from floating away.
Slowly, his lips inched across her skin to capture the other tight nipple, swirling his tongue again and again over the sensitive flesh to savor the flavor of her he’d left there. “Mmmm, you taste so good, love,” he murmured into her skin. “So sweet, just like I remembered you….”
–And I want more….need to taste you….make you writhe…..from my tongue inside you….yes, love….
Her hands twisted in his hair as she watched images of herself play thorough his mind. “I want to feel your mouth against me,” she whispered between harsh breaths.
“Your wish is my command.”
His voice was a silky caress, sending further ripples down her back. It seemed everything about him was geared to drive her mad.
**Goddamn that voice of his…he could seduce a kitten with that purr….that face, those eyes…good God those EYES….he knows how melt me with just a glance…. and hands, lord, those talented fingertips….
His lips brushed a fiery path lower, agonizingly slow.
** And sweet Jesus what his mouth can do….that’s….ahhhyes my love….I love that….you… I love…..oh!
He found the center of her pleasure and closed his lips softly over the sensitive bit of flesh. He chuckled quietly as her fevered thoughts flooded his mind. I could really get used to hearing her like that, moaning just for me, into me.
Stronger, meaning for her to hear, he sent out a thought…
– Told you that you were going to like it…
With excruciating care, he began to run just the tip of his tongue over her, teasing and tasting. She fisted her hands in the bedsheets, writhing under his inspired caress.
** What are you….oh holy FUCK!…. that’s…..mmmright there oh love don’t stop….
He buried his face in her, relishing her scent and the taste of her passion.
– Sweet nectar of the gods….that’s it sweetheart…. lose yourself….give yourself to me….I want to be inside you….but not yet….first there’s you…. and yours ….so good….you taste so good….feel so damn right….I love to do this….to you….for you….
She was lost in his thoughts, lost in his desire, lost in the sensation of his lips and tongue playing over her most intimate flesh. The coil inside suddenly broke free, quivering wave after wave through her body. JT pressed his mouth even deeper, lapping every precious drop as she trembled around his lips.
Kori cried out his name, her head thrashing wildly, blankets still gripped tightly in her hands.
JT longed to feel those same vibrations squeezing over his throbbing cock. Now, love, I want to be right here, buried inside you. Still, he held steadfast. This time her pleasure came first. As the crashing waves dimmed to slow pulses, he took one final languid taste, then lifted his head to look at her.
His heart clenched . She was radiant. Labored breaths slipped through her full lips and her eyes had drifted closed. Desire and satisfaction surged through him as one. In that brief, shining moment, she belonged to him. He ached for more moments like this. But for now, there was another ache demanding satisfaction.
He slid up her body, nudging her t
highs wider with his own, and rubbed himself over her slick entrance, prolonging the moment of delicious anticipation. Korina was not so patient; she thrust her hips and brought him inside. Her boldness took him by surprise, her tightness nearly pushed him over the edge. She moved on him again, enveloping him completely.
Unraveling, he thrust violently, wanting to carry her into sweet oblivion with him. “Dammit Kori, I can’t last,” he breathed, pounding into her again and again. The cliff was drawing nearer; he raced toward it headlong.
“Oh GOD love!” she cried out as he felt her ripple around him. He followed her down, shuddering and shaking.
** I can’t deny it any longer….I have to share my heart with two….this is love….I do love you, JT….I do….
He lowered his body to gently rest on her heated skin, kissing her softly. “I know,” he whispered against her ear. “I knew it all along.”
Twelve
JT tried to talk to Korina throughout the day. After separating for their respective showers, then rejoining for a breakfast filled with heated glances and little conversation, he’d seen nothing more of her. She’d closed herself in her room, claiming packing and researching online needed her full attention. He knocked several times but she didn’t answer, not even to tell him to go away. He also tried the doorknob, only to find it was locked.
Despite her shutting him out, JT soared through the day, buoyed by her undenied confession. There’s no going back, love. I know how you truly feel. He was content to wait. She’d have to come out of her room eventually.
In truth, Kori had planned to spend her day as she’d told him. She needed time to adjust her mind to being in love with two very different men. Packing and working were a convenient excuse to be alone with her swirling confusion.
She packed her toiletries from the bathroom first; she could fish out what she needed for a quick shower in the morning, but otherwise had no more use for them until she set up ‘house’ in Dallas the next day. Grabbing her belongings scattered about the room didn’t take long, either. Last was the used clothes, and separating those that could be worn again from the ones that needed washing.
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