Joanne Rock - Up All Night

“I want to touch you.” She breathed her request into their haven, the sheets cloaking them in silky luxury.

“The feeling is mutual.” He licked a kiss into the dip of her navel and she flinched with the erotic feel of his tongue there. Swirling. Teasing.

A bolt of desire flashed white-hot to her core and she could almost imagine what it would feel like to receive his kiss right where she needed him most.

“But I want—” How to say it? Words evaporated from her head as he nipped a soft bite along her abs.

“I think I know what you want.” His dark promise sent her eyelids fluttering as she gave herself over to whatever he wanted to do.

He seemed so damn sure of himself, so much more at ease with the intimacy than she’d ever been, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to simply close her eyes and hang on tight. That’s what one did with the best rides, right?

And then he shifted lower still, his hands sliding beneath her thighs to spread her legs. When he huffed a breath of sultry warm air over her mound, she thought she’d fly apart then and there. The deep intimacy of the act combined with the fact that she’d completely exposed herself to him, sent tremors through her limbs.

Not unlike the moments before she hyperventilated.

In fact, her breathing grew quick and shallow as he slid his tongue along the seam of her, a pleasure so dizzying she thought she’d faint from it. He growled his affirmation, a primal, guttural sound that pulsed through her most delicate parts. The vibrations hummed inside her, heightening the sensation of his kiss and making her feminine muscles clench in response.

The heat beneath the sheets soaked them in sultry sweat. Jenny clutched handfuls of the linens, trying to anchor herself against the waves of pleasure quickly building up inside her. She wanted to savor the exquisite feel of his mouth on her, but the coiling tension tightened too fast.

When he swirled his tongue there, the way he had done to her navel, she gasped at the raw sexuality of it. Dark. Blossoming. Seemingly endless in its power to undo her. She came with a fierceness she’d never experienced, the vitality and passion of this one orgasm rocking her from her toes to her hair follicles, leaving no cell untouched, consuming her very being with one lush contraction after another.

And Devon drove her onward, his mouth giving her no quarter, tongue delving still deeper to tease another release hard on the heels of the first, as if he would never let her go from this fluid, delicious moment of passion.

Her legs gripped his shoulders, her muscles so taut and tense she wasn’t sure she could release him if she wanted. But then the last tide of sensation seemed to sweep through her and her thighs relaxed, falling away as he moved up and over her.

He crinkled a packet.

A condom?

She hoped so. She thought so. But then, of course a man who straightened wrinkled clothing would remember protection. And something about that tiny hint of neuroticism in him made her smile as she drew him up over her, needing his weight on her, the feel of him in her arms.

“You can touch me next time.” He sounded almost apologetic, as if he’d neglected one of her wishes, and Jenny promised herself she would find time to repay him in spades for showing her what a mouth-induced orgasm felt like.

Damned if it wasn’t one luxury no woman should do without.

“I’ll hold you to that.” She twined her arms around his neck. “Right now, I just need you inside me.”

He obliged slowly, as if he understood it had been a long time for her since she’d had sex twice in one night, although actually twice was a new record for her. But even with the slight soreness, the ache for him was a greater concern.

He gripped her jaw with gentle fingers once he was all the way seated inside her.

“Don’t hold anything back, Jenny.” His eyes darkened, a serious glint in their depths making her wonder what woman would ever be so foolish as to withhold anything from him.

“I don’t think I could if I tried.” She lifted her hips, accepting him even deeper inside. “I’ve never been so out of control.”

Whether he believed her or not, it was true. Their night together was so much more than she’d expected.

He withdrew from her then, part of the way, the agonizing loss of him only making her delight in his full return as he thrust into her again. Again. Each time raising the stakes for the release building inside her once more.

“Stay that way,” he whispered, his words tickling against her ear as he moved. “You look beautiful when you’re out of control.”

And just like that she lost it, his sweet words touching her as profoundly as any physical caress. But combined with that corporal contact, too, the O staggered her, wrenching a cry from deep in her throat. She convulsed with sweetly erotic spasms, arms tightening around Devon as she shamelessly clung to him. His release hit him as she held on, his body tensing, steeling over top of hers.

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