mattress, before standing in front of her and stripping until he was as naked as she was. Hard, heavy muscle flexed beneath his chest as he came to her, his knees pressing into the bed as he came to its center, his head lowering until his lips could brush over her collarbone, his tongue licking a trail of pure heat across her sensitive flesh. The touch had a low moan escaping her lips as she arched closer to him.
Flames began to spread through her system as the exhilerating kisses moved over the curve of a breast, and his hand smoothed up her side to the swollen undercurve. He cupped it dominantly, his lips descending on the tight, hard tip of her nipple.
The ultrasensitive swollen bud throbbed in pleasure as he sucked it into his mouth, drawing on it and pulling every wracking sensation of need from her nipple to the tight, aching nubbin of her clitoris.
With his free hand Jordan stroked down her abdomen, his callused fingertips rasping over her flesh as exquisite bliss began to rock through her body. She was to the point of shaking, shuddering with the powerful carnal rapture building inside her.
His fingers trailed to her thighs, stroking, caressing as her hips lifted, desperately seeking his touch against the swollen, needy folds of her sex.
She would have screamed for more if she had the breath, if she could find enough oxygen to do more than whimper as she tried to beg for more, for a firmer, rougher touch.
Her clit ached with an intense demand, pinpoints of electric sensation sizzling to the aching bud before whipping through her vagina with agonizing need.
She couldn’t bear it. She needed his touch there now, his fingers stroking, caressing, driving inside her, fucking into her with a force that would send her flying into orgasm.
Strange, mewling little cries vibrated in her throat. She’d never heard such a sound coming from her own lips. It pulsed with hunger, with need, a reflection of the sensations racing through her, out of control.
As his fingertips finally eased between her thighs and stroked through the burning folds to rasp against her clit, she lost her breath. There was no strength, no will to do anything but strain against him and fight for the touch that would throw her headlong to the edge of ecstasy.
There was no oxygen to scream, let alone cry. There was only the feel of his fingers caressing her cunt, sliding through the slick slit, between swollen folds to circle the agonizing throb of her clit. The firm circular motions sent vivid ribbons of clashing sensations whipping through her body.
His teeth nipped gently at the tender bud of her nipple, arching her tight against him as her nails bit into his shoulders. Her hips writhed beneath the caress of his fingers, pressing closer, fighting for a deeper, harder penetration, for the stretching heat, the pleasure pain that Jordan knew how to give her.
Waves of sensation washed through her as she fought to hold on to Jordan. The vortex of pure bliss rushing through her was like a tidal wave swamping her control.
Just when she thought she could hold on to that last remaining ounce of reason, a scream tore from her lips.
Two fingers, thrust into the tight, slick depths of her pussy, nearly throwing her over the edge of release. It clenched in her womb, spasming warningly and shocking her senses.
Pulsing flames shuddered through her as his lips lifted from her nipple, kissed the curve of her breast, then nipped at the fragile flesh.
His fingers eased from her clenched sex before he moved, drawing away as she fought to hold him to her, fought for more of that incredible pleasure as his touch deserted her pussy.
“Come here, baby,” he groaned, lifting her as he lay back, bringing her to her knees. Her rear faced him, her head poised over the straining length of his cock as he gripped the base of the heavy flesh.
Heavily veined, the head flushed dark, the thick shaft rose to his abdomen as the fingers of his free hand slid to the long curls that fell over her shoulder, clenched, and pulled.
Tehya’s breath caught at the eroticism in the possessive action, as he silently demanded the incredibly intimate act.
“You know what I want, Tey,” he groaned, his tone rasping with a dark sensual caress against her senses.
As she moved to turn to face him, a hard hand at her hip held her in place. Oh God, she knew