was going to explode if he did not pleasure her soon.
“Do it,” she gritted.
“Hmm.” He continued his gentle circles around her channel, slowly, deliciously taunting. “I think you should ask me nicely, Nellie.”
“Please.” The lone word hissed from her.
Apparently, it was enough, because at long last, he lowered his head and did as he had promised. His tongue replaced his finger, swirling around her entrance without dipping inside, before sliding to her pearl. He fluttered his tongue against her lightly.
Just enough to tantalize.
Then he raised his head again. Her dew coating his lips. She wanted to lick it off them. But first, she wanted him to make her spend with that clever tongue of his.
“I was right,” he said. “You taste like mine.”
“Then take me,” she dared him, desperation and desire overtaking all else.
He lowered his head again, and this time, he did not hold back. He sucked hard on her pearl, and then he licked to her channel, thrusting his tongue inside. Her left hand flew to the bedclothes at her side, grasping up a fistful. Her right settled on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He moaned as he thrust his tongue into her again and again. She pressed his face deeper, held him there as he devoured her, thrust herself against him. He licked into her as if she were the finest dessert. As if he could not get enough. As if he relished her on his tongue.
She was close. So close. His sensual torture had heightened her every sense. When he sucked the bud of her sex back into his mouth, she flew. Her climax was powerful and explosive. Her breath fled her as her entire body stiffened, bowing from the bed.
Jack flicked his tongue over Nell’s engorged pearl as she cried out. He licked her slowly, deliberately, prolonging her pinnacle as best as he could. He stayed where he was, face between her pretty legs, relishing every moment of her pleasure. He loved the way she tasted, the way she came undone. Loved when she mindlessly pressed her cunny into his face, burying him in her sweet, spicy heat. She was still trembling, hips still working in quick little thrusts.
But he did not think he could last much longer. His ballocks were already drawn tight, and his cock was rigid and ready. With one last, lingering kiss on the flesh he had just pleasured, he rose over her, gripping himself. His cockhead dipped into her core, kissing him with wetness. The urge to mindlessly plow into her was strong.
He held himself still with great effort, meeting her gaze. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.” She wrapped a leg around his waist, the heel of her dainty foot grinding into his arse cheek to spur him on. “Do it.”
He slid inside her. She gripped him tight, bringing him deep. Damnation, she felt so good. So damn good. She felt like home. He groaned, remaining planted inside her to the hilt, savoring this moment, their unity, the closeness it brought them. When they made love, everything else faded away. All the conflict, all the time apart, all the hurt and agony of the past. If he could keep her in bed forever, his chances of winning her back would increase exponentially, he thought grimly.
She wrapped her other leg around his waist, moving restlessly beneath him. Her hands found his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin. “What are you waiting for, Jack? Fuck me.”
He was no match for the vulgar command on her lips.
He withdrew almost entirely, and then he plunged hard. She cried out, her head going back into the pillows, eyes closing tight. Her throat was exposed, creamy and bare. He lowered his head and bit it as he drove into her once more with punishing force. He shagged her so hard, the massive bed creaked, the seemingly immovable headboard slamming into the wall.
He ground into her in mindless repetition, filling her, fucking her. And she moved with him, raking her nails down his back, meeting him thrust for thrust, making the most delicious, mewling noises of desperate pleasure. He turned into an animal, wild for her. He nipped her earlobe, her shoulder. And she clawed at him with exquisite abandon.
One more deep thrust, and she tightened on him, her cry echoing through the chamber as she spent mindlessly, a rush of liquid bathing his cock. He increased his pace, slamming into her harder, more aggressively, filling his hands with her bottom and angling her