Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans Book 4) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,96
her orgasm built to a fever pitch. It lit her up, burned her down. Her body flexed and flowered and readied itself for the inevitable.
“Yes, Maddy,” he encouraged. “Yes, babe. That’s it. Come for me. Come all around me.”
And Lord help her, she did. Her whole being disintegrated into an ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever known.
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12:02 a.m.…
Bran had never seen anything as gorgeous as Maddy in the throes of rapture. Her head was thrown back, her pretty breasts upthrust, and her beautiful upside-down mouth open in a soundless scream. Her body gripped his, her inner muscles squeezing and contracting and fluttering along his length. It was exotic. Erotic. And at the same time so fundamental that he felt it not just in his cock, but in his bones. In the fabric of his soul.
This was what it was all about. Man and woman coming together to make a more perfect whole. He worked her, stroked her, kept the pleasure and the friction going in an attempt to hang on to that perfection for as long as possible even though it caused his own orgasm to threaten deep in his groin.
With everything he was, he fought off completion. Gritted his teeth. Ran through the roster of the 2009 New York Yankees—as a Newark New Jerseyan that was his team, and they’d been particularly great that year. But it wasn’t enough. Her body milked him, seeming to draw his orgasm closer, closer, ever closer.
No, damnit! Not yet!
He’d fantasized about this moment, dreamed of it for so long. And in all his fantasies, in all his dreams, he was taking her from behind. Again that pop song came to mind. All the right junk in all the right places. That description fit Maddy to a T. And as a bona fide, self-titled ass man, he was determined to watch the round globes of her butt bounce while he slammed his passion into her over and over again. Until he couldn’t stand it. Until the whole world condensed down to the point where their two bodies connected. Until he spilled all his lust, all his love inside her.
So when her body went from gripping and sucking to merely trembling, he sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to stave off climax and wasted no time plucking her from the desk—she squealed her surprise—and spinning her around. He bent her forward over the surface and used his feet to spread her legs wide.
Just as he’d known, her bare ass was a wonder to behold. He smacked it just to hear her yelp, just to see the sweet flesh jiggle seductively. She turned to glare at him, still panting.
“Gorgeous,” he told her, rubbing a hand over her plump bottom to sooth the sting of his smack.
Her skin was hot and dewed with sweat, smooth and creamy. Her sex was smoother and creamier still. He could see it open to him below the curves of her butt, teasing him, tormenting him. A siren’s call of woman to man.
With gritted teeth, he fisted the base of his dick and angled himself down, stroking slowly into the hot welcome of her body, watching his length disappear inside her, feeling every nuance of her channel, memorizing each detail of their joining.
“Sweet Jesus!” she moaned as he filled her, stretched her tight.
He set a rhythm sure to build her release even as it tantalized his own. The sound of their bodies slapping together was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. The smell of hot skin and sex the headiest of perfumes. And all the while he loved her, he kneaded her luscious ass. Watching her skin grow flush with renewed desire. Tightening his jaw at the sight of his shaft turning shiny with her juices.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It was better, hotter, more glorious than all his fantasies, all his dreams had ever been.
Then he heard the telltale catch at the back of her throat. She was there, once more teetering on the brink. He quickened his thrusts and reached around to play with the hard points of her breasts. Gently biting her shoulder, he closed his eyes and let the sensations roll over him, through him. So that this time, when she threw herself off the erotic cliffs, he gladly let her take him with her.
Chapter 23
12:35 a.m.…
“So why did you become a movie buff?” Bran asked curiously, wondering why he’d never thought to ask before.