Escape To Sunset - Sharon Hamilton Page 0,18

he removed her bra. She slipped his pants down over his hips just before he knelt in front of her, slowly sliding her jeans over her well-developed hips. The scent of her arousal caused a deep pounding in his chest. He placed one hand between her legs, and lazily let his forefinger travel the length of her opening, spreading her moisture.

With her hands pressed into the tops of his shoulders she leaned forward and widened her knees, allowing him access to slowly insert two fingers. He kissed her breasts and then let his tongue leave a trail down to her belly button as her breathing became ragged. She gripped his shoulders nearly to the point of causing him pain.

On his haunches, he leaned back to observe her arousal as his fingers slid in and around her opening. Her eyes were shut, her lips flushed out into a plump O, driving the need to taste her. She widened her stance farther, mewling soft squeals as his tongue probed and drank from her elixir. His tiny lapping movements made her shudder. She squeezed her right breast, keeping her grip tightly onto his left shoulder. She seemed starved for what he fully intended on giving her.

Abruptly, he picked her naked body up, and walked her on his knees onto the bed. His fingers splayed out and touched her perfect body. His knee nudged between her legs and she raised one thigh, arching to meet him. He crawled up over her, placing his hand under her neck and then holding her head while he devoured those lips, giving back the same intensity he was dishing out.

He angled his hips, his growing erection persistently working against the lips of her sex, probing and testing for an opening. When at last he found her, he moved his arm to the arch in her lower back, elevating her pelvis so he could thrust deep, holding her tight against him.

Jason had not thought to ask her about protection, so he stopped. Her body began to move beneath him, her hands gripping his butt cheeks, begging him to go deeper. He leaned over and whispered, “Should I—?”

But she put her hand over his mouth. She stared into his eyes.

“Fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Chapter 6

Waking up in the pink glow of early morning, with his huge, muscled, and fully sleeved arm still holding her body against his hip was awkward. The level of feasting on each other’s passions was so intense she wasn’t sure she could look him in the eyes. He had demanded she show him how to please her. He guided her to what he wanted her to do. Though her pheromones were raging wildly, it was the most intentional lovemaking she’d ever had. His body was a love-making machine.

She felt his tongue touch the side of her neck before she felt his enormous hands capture and claim her left breast. He squeezed her nipple, which made her arch up and feel the dull ache for him again, spiking her body back to life.

Because he was so massively strong, he had no trouble moving her body up and over him, planting her on his cock, maneuvering her up and down just the way he needed it. With her eyes closed, she focused on the feel of his girth, on the sweat forming inside her thighs as they moved together.

“Open your eyes, Kiley,” he whispered, still moving her slowly up and down on him.

She timidly obeyed. She’d never found it so hard to make eye contact with a sexual partner. Jason demanded it.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he murmured, “I like to watch it on your face when you come.”

The wave of pleasure flooded over her like the ocean, tickling and sparking every cell in her body. She moved her knees, bringing her legs in front, sinking in deeper to his thrusting motion beneath her.

Her eyes began to flutter as if she was going to faint, but it was her body’s warning. She was about to experience an orgasm unlike she’d ever felt before.

Jason sat up, bringing her with him, and then pressed her back into the bed. Moving her legs to his shoulders, he undulated his hips in a circular back and forth that coated and touched everywhere inside her channel.

She threw her head from side to side, and then rose her chin to the ceiling as he picked up the pace. He stopped long enough to caress her neck with his probing fingers, following up with