Instinctive - By Cathryn Fox Page 0,28

he murmured. “And you see, Jaclyn, that just won’t do.” His voice was so calm, collected, and confident it made her shake.

“So I’m going to fuck your ass while you stand here.”

With that, moisture gathered between her legs, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to summon a defense against his slow seduction.

“Then, and only then, will I have been inside you—everywhere—like I need to be.”

God, the way he was acting—like a wild animal ready to claim its mate—had her wanting to submit to all his demands. Because deep down, she wanted him inside her everywhere too.

Marking her.

Before she could consider the intelligence of that decision, or where that primitive thought had even come from, he slipped his hand between her legs and all thoughts were forgotten.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, then added in a soft voice, “You need this too, don’t you?”

Obviously the moisture between her legs had given her away. “Yes,” she whispered.

That seemed to please him. “Mmmm. So nice and wet for me,” he murmured as he pushed a finger into her pussy. He spent a long time stroking her, brushing the rough pad of his finger over her sensitive G-spot. Jaclyn gripped the window frame for support.

Using her cream, he lubricated her back opening, and worked his finger inside. Once he had her widened and stretched, he breached her ass with his cock, slowly pushing past her tight ringed passage, ever so gently, letting her get used to his thickness. Jaclyn moaned in pleasure. Her head fell forward to press against the cool glass, ribbons of hair spilling over her bare breasts.

After he worked his way inside, he began rocking his hips, slow at first as he raised her passion to new, never-before-known heights. Jaclyn met and welcomed every delicious thrust, her responses conveying her needs. Her body opened for him so easily, because they were made for each other. He bent forward and cupped her pussy, his thumb toying with her engorged clit.

“Oh Jesus,” she bit out. Jaclyn closed her eyes and concentrated on the delicious points of pleasure.

The growl in his throat told her he was close. “You’re so tight, baby.” But it was the need and passion in his voice that pushed her over the edge.

“Oh yes . . . ,” she cried out and erupted all over his hand, amazed that he knew just how to touch her.

He pushed deeper inside as her warm cream pooled in his palm. His cock throbbed twice as hard in response. “I love how responsive you are to my touch. You have no idea what that does to me.”

The intimacy in his words filled her with warmth. “I have a pretty good idea,” she whispered, as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

With that, he stilled his movements. She could feel his cock pulsate as he let go, splashing his seed high up inside her. She clenched her ass muscles, milking him dry, not wanting to lose a single drop of his liquid desire. As his hot come filled her body, it seemed to bring on yet another orgasm, and she began to shake uncontrollably.

Not really understanding what was happening to her, she glanced at Slyck over her shoulders; their eyes met and locked. “Slyck . . .”

“It’s okay, babe. I’ve got you.” His tender tone caused her heart to skip a beat. Slyck tightened his arms around her waist as she rode out the tremors. Oh God, her body had never reacted in such a bizarre way before, climaxing simply from a man releasing inside her, as though his hot seed had the ability to bring on another orgasm. What the hell was that all about? When the wave finally passed, he spun her around and pulled her to him.

Seconds turned into minutes as they stood there holding on to each other, each seeking solace in the other person’s arms. She wasn’t sure what the strange tremors were all about; all she knew was that they’d yet to use a condom, which was so unlike her. But they’d been so caught up in the frenzy, desperate to fuck, she’d never given protection another thought. Her body tightened with unease. Yes, she was on the pill, but she always took safety precautions.

Slyck brushed her hair over her shoulders and put his mouth close to her ear. “Are you okay?” he whispered. From the protective way he held her to the intimate way he talked to her, she instinctively felt this man