lips together, he watches my face, reads my body. When I start to move with him, welcoming his thrusts, he takes it up a notch until pleasure highlights every little movement. I exhale on a moan. “Is it supposed to feel this good?”
The corners of his lips quirk, and he nudges my head to the side to kiss a trail from my jaw to my ear. “It is for us.” He nips my ear, grabbing my lobe between his teeth and yanking on it playfully. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
His words spur my confidence. I explore his taut body with abandon, skating my fingertips over his hips and then around to his muscular back. His skin flexes under my touch in ripples of satisfaction.
My heels dig into the mattress as he crushes his hips to mine. Shifting weight from one arm to another, he traces up my side, skirting up my rib cage until he palms my breast. “So perfect.”
I arch against him, and his movements stutter.
“Mmm, Little Mate. I’m trying to be good.”
I reach around and clasp his ass, sinking my fingers deep into his muscles. “Are you holding back on me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me,” I beg, not imagining that it could feel much better than it already does.
I was wrong.
Jonah tweaks my nipple, smirking before he starts a steady rhythm that shakes me and the bed beneath us. I gasp at his speed, reveling in the way he pins me to the mattress. Excitement threads through my very being as he consumes me completely.
He grasps my hands and holds them over my head. “This is fucking. This is what my body is demanding I do.”
He slows his pace, biting his own lip before kissing the tip of my nose. He trails his expert mouth over my chin, down my neck, and to my collarbone. As he lowers further, his cock slowly retracts. Before I can protest, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I buck into him. “Jonah.”
“This is me worshipping you,” he murmurs, trailing a line of kisses all over my exposed skin. I arch into him, searching for his dick. I want more. I need more. “Proving to you how beautiful you are. How fucking sexy every little piece of you is.” He shifts upward, entering me in one swift motion again. “And this pussy is my home.”
I cry out. “Yes, Jonah. Please.” He takes his time, his thrusts a steady tease. I start to shake. “I want to come around you.”
“Mmm.” He sits back on his haunches, dragging my lower half with him until my ass is on his thighs while my shoulders stay on the mattress. He pinches my nipples and skirts his right hand down to find my clit. With one thumb circling my nipple, the other on my clit, and his cock pumping inside me, my body doesn’t know what to do with itself. It starts to shudder, pleasure lapping at me from all angles. I wrap my legs around his torso, bringing us closer as my excitement builds.
I grab the sheets, fisting them in my hands. Short cries and moans push past my lips.
Half-lidded eyes meet mine. “Talk to me, Kinsey. How does that feel?”
My toes curl. “I’m going to come. God, you feel so good. More Jonah, please.”
He quickens his movements. The only thing I feel is the heightening arousal between my legs that propels me forward until I fall over the ledge in bliss. Grabbing my hips, he yanks me toward him in one intense maneuver that has me gasping. I climax around him, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest. He shivers as he watches me, eyes closing briefly.
Jonah’s expansive chest heaves. I study him as he wrangles himself under control while I come down from my high, my heart too full for words.
He shifts us until he’s hovering over me once more, claiming my mouth and sucking up all the air in the room. He elicits more moans from me, breaking free only to thrust inside me again. “I felt every single squeeze.” Torment crosses his face. “Kinsey, give it to me again. Give it to me before I lose myself inside you.”
A sheen of sweat starts across his forehead. I work my fingers into his hair as he ravages my body. This is the Jonah show, and I’m here for it. His moans mix with mine on the bed he built and invited me into. His home. Our home.
Pelts of fur raise