Embrace the Darkness (The Maura Quinn Series Book 1) - Ashley N. Rostek Page 0,72

me in, I’ll get in,” he whispered in my ear before he thrust against my ass again. I rolled my eyes.

“You can have me any other way,” I whispered, turning my head to see him. He was wearing a lazy smirk before his lips touched mine. I licked and nipped at him to open up for me. He took the hint and I caressed my tongue against his. We devoured each other as his hand released my breast, moving down my stomach to the apex of my legs.

His fingers slid between my folds and circled over my clit. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled into my mouth and pushed a finger inside me. He stroked in and out a few times before adding a second. His fingers were magic and had me so wound up, I was dying for release.

“Jamie, please,” I pleaded. His mouth released mine as he shifted down the bed. I rolled onto my back and he settled between my legs, pressing his lips to my skin just below my belly button. I got butterflies in my stomach when his eyes looked up at mine as he dipped lower.

“Jamie, I—” I didn’t get to finish that statement because he planted an open mouth kiss over my clit and I lost the ability to form words. This was a first for me. Tom had never attempted to go down on me and because I'd still been learning how to have sex without flinching, I'd never asked him to.

Thinking back to my relationship with Tom, I'd never fully trusted him. Jamie, on the other hand… There were no doubts, no fears. We fit like two halves of a whole and words couldn’t describe the sense of comfort my soul felt when it touched his.

I fisted the sheets, anchoring myself as his hot mouth enraptured me. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and his large arms circled around my thighs to hold me in place. His tongue stroked over my clit and my eyes rolled back into my head. Oh wow!

His tongue alternated between circling and lapping before sucking my clit between his lips. My hips bucked and my legs began to shake. He had figured out that the closer I was to coming, the louder my moans got. The bastard would pull back just as I was about to reach the peak. Then he would start the tortuous process again. When he did it to me for a third time, I was ready to kill someone for an orgasm.

I dug my fingers into his hair and pulled. “Damn it, Jamie! Don’t fucking stop!” My voice was strangled, a mixture of pleading and demanding, but my delirious frustration was apparent. He chuckled against my sensitive nub, making me whimper, then he began working my clit with determination. This time as I reached the peak, instead of stopping he grazed my delicate bundle of nerves with his teeth and I fell off the edge screaming, back arching off the bed. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

My body turned languid. Jamie smirked proudly as he scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom. He held me in his arms while he turned on the shower.

Once I was sure I could stand, he set me down and we both stood under the hot water, enjoying the feel of it cascading down our naked bodies. He washed every inch of my body, getting me worked up again. He’s turning me into a nympho.

When it was my turn to wash him, I started at his shoulders, kneading his thick muscles, slowly working down. The moment I started stroking his cock with soapy hands, he picked me up and fucked me against the shower wall.

Jamie practically kicked me out of his room to go change in mine. Apparently, I was giving him “fuck me” eyes while he was getting dressed and if I didn’t leave, we’d never make it out of his room.

Getting ready for the day, I skipped doing my makeup and only ran a comb through my hair. I didn’t have the energy to do much else. A night and morning of marathon sex took a lot out of me, it seemed. Even my clothes were picked lazily. A green tank and leggings.

I need coffee bad. I sighed, plopping my tired ass on the couch.

Jamie showed up not a minute later, looking sexy as hell. He was dressed in a button-down red shirt with the sleeves rolled up to