Riding the Thunder - Deborah MacGillivray [66]
His hands on her waist, he splayed them, then worked them up her ribcage, holding her tight. He jerked her to him, his mouth opening on hers, hot, demanding a response, demanding her surrender. Covering her lips with his, Jago coaxed, wooed, teased, challenged, until she opened and allowed his tongue the entrance he solicited. He sighed, having found what he’d been seeking his whole adult life.
The weight of her breasts rested on the tops of his hands, tempting him to enjoy their fullness. He loved the feel of the cotton T-shirt, how the material stretched out over them. His deft fingers moved upward, squeezing her breasts. She liked that. Oh, did she like that! Only, she wanted more. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, felt them hardening as the knot of desire tightened within them both.
Rearing up, he captured one tight budded breast with his mouth and drew on it through the thin cotton, sucking hard. She cried out as the spasm of a climax ricocheted through her, shocking her, catching her off guard. Clearly, she’d never expected the orgasm to hit before he was even inside her body. Neither had he.
“One,” she gasped, then laughed.
“Oh, that’s a tossed gauntlet if ever I heard one.” His mouth moved to her other breast, pleasuring it with teeth and tongue, sucking rhythmically until he made her shatter yet again. This time she was anticipating it, tried to resist but couldn’t, then finally succumbed to the force. He smiled at the play of expressions on her face revealing all.
“Ah . . . ah. . . . oooh,” she panted.
Jago grinned unrepentantly. “Two.”
Scooting back so that he was half sitting up, he kissed her luscious mouth—gently now, just for the sheer delight in kissing, as if he could do it for hours. Then he grew cognizant of the soft cotton pressing against his bare chest, the spots damp from his mouth, and the friction was suddenly unbearable. He wanted to be flesh to flesh with Asha and nothing else would do.
Evidently, the same thought filled her, for she pulled back to let her hand dance over his feverish skin, snaking it between their bodies. Her tongue tip peeked through those well-kissed lips as she placed her palm along the blatant bulge in his sweatpants. Then she was pushing them down, her fingers curling around his rigid, pulsing length. He was hard, very hard, and heavy in her grasp, pure male power, a visible manifestation of how deeply he wanted her. Her thumb rubbed back and forth over the ridges in his flesh, making his body buck with each gentle, curious stroke; then she brushed her thumb pad up and over the tip, almost savoring his softness.
“Enough of that. I can only stand so much torture before our little experiment is blown . . . umm, so to speak.”
He shoved her onto her back and pulled her silken boxers slowly over her hips. Rotating so that he was over her lower body, he sifted the fingers of his right hand through the soft curls to find that cute little button, one of her control points that could push her into a shallow climax. He circled slowly with his thumb, then he leaned forward and closed his lips about the tiny knot, grazing it with the sharp edge of his teeth. Heat of longing burned between her legs, nearly scalding him. Her hips started to move, but he pinned one thigh with his chest, the opposite with his elbow, until she had to lie there and take the sweet torture. She reached down and fisted her hand in his thick hair; the fingers at first tugging back, then holding him there. Her low moan skittered along his skin, killing any idea of holding back.
Being a smart ass, he couldn’t resist. “Three.”
He rose up on one knee, positioning himself against her hot slick opening and then entered her in one sharp thrust. She nearly keened in release as her body both protested his invasion and yielded up her surrender. Her strong internal muscles closed about his erection, squeezing its length.
“Four,” he groaned.
Teeth gritted, he was determined not to give in to his own release until she was thoroughly satisfied that she was multiorgasmic. However, there was nothing