Seduction, Westmoreland Style - Brenda Jackson [49]
Somehow he bent forward, captured a breast in his mouth and sucked while she continued to ride like the devil was on her heels, loving the way he felt beneath her as she rode him.
Moments later she felt her first electrical jolt at the same moment she remembered something neither of them had thought of. “McKinnon,” she said in a strained panicky voice, barely getting the words out. “We didn’t…”
Before she could finish he gripped hold of her hips and plunged deeper inside of her, roaring out her name. The intensity of the climax she felt coming from him caused her to cry out as he continued to push inside of her, deep, hard and fast, making her own body explode.
Never had she felt anything so exhilarating and mind-blowing. And she refused to stop bucking into him the same way he was bucking into her. This was one ride she wouldn’t fall off. She felt crazy, she felt wild, she felt like a woman who had gotten what she’d waited almost thirty years for, and with the man she loved. And from the pleasure contorting his face, she knew he was enjoying this mating as much as she was.
She felt more spasms hitting her, hitting him, and she cried out his name once again, the same moment he cried out hers. She quickly decided that though this was her first time, it most certainly wouldn’t be her last. But only with McKinnon. She may have orchestrated this seduction, Westmoreland style, but he had concocted a technique guaranteed to zap the life out of her with so many overwhelming sensations. And when the spasms finally ended and she dropped seemingly weightlessly to his chest, she didn’t think she would ever be able to move again.
“You okay?”
Despite all her efforts, Casey didn’t even have the strength to raise her head to look at McKinnon. She was exhausted. She could barely breathe. And from the sound of the air rattling in his chest, neither could he. But she would answer his question. “Yes, I’m okay.”
She felt her head being lifted, but not under her own strength. McKinnon was raising it for her and pulling it closer to his as he kissed her deeply. He released her mouth moments later, only to be pulled back to her lips like a magnet to kiss her again, then again, like he couldn’t get enough of her.
But then she couldn’t get enough of him either. She sighed in his mouth when she felt his hand move to her hips, to tighten the hold on their still-connected bodies. It was then that she again remembered that important element. She pulled her mouth away from his and met his gaze. “We didn’t use protection, McKinnon.”
He stared at her for a long moment and she thought she saw something flash in his eyes. Finally, he leaned up and lightly kissed her lips and said, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”
Don’t worry about it? She lifted a brow a brow, not understanding. “I don’t understand,” she said, voicing her miscomprehension out loud. “Why shouldn’t I worry about it?”
“Because I’m safe and I have no reason to think you aren’t either.”
“No, but what about an unplanned pregnancy?”
He took a deep breath and blew it out. “Is it the time of the month that such a thing could happen for you?”
She thought about it, frowned as she calculated in her head. Then she smiled with relief. “No, I should be okay.”
“Good enough.” And then he pulled her face to his down for another kiss.
McKinnon came awake at the first sign of dawn, grateful it was Saturday and he didn’t have to stir until he was ready, which didn’t say a lot for a certain area of him which was stirring already.
All it took was for him to close his eyes to remember how, on the second go round, he had been the one doing the riding as he showed her his skill by pumping back and forth inside of her. Withdrawing, plunging forward over and over again, feeling her inner muscles contract around him as she drew him even deeper into her body. Being inside of her felt so right, a place he could have stayed forever. Each time he glanced down at her face, had seen the pleasure that took over each of her features, he’d been encouraged to double the pleasure, triple