His turn. She wanted to whimper at the knowledge of what was coming. Instead, she watched in eager anticipation as he lowered his jeans and the snug boxer briefs, revealing the thick length of his erection to her gaze.
Her womb convulsed in painful arousal as her mouth watered at the sight of the dark flesh. Thick veins pulsed with blood, the flared head glistened with pr**cum, flushed a ruddy red and eager for attention.
“Sit up,” he growled. “I want to watch you take me into that sweet mouth of yours, Kimber.”
She sat up slowly, her eyes trained on the demanding length of male flesh as it came closer, closer, to her mouth. Within seconds, it was nudging at her lips as a harsh, male groan wrapped around her senses.
Her lips opened, her tongue reaching out to smooth over the glistening head of his cock, tasting the wild, salty essence of him. A low moan came unbidden from her chest as her hands rose, the fingers of one wrapping around the lower portion of the shaft as the other tentatively touched the taut spheres below.
“Sweet Heaven,” he groaned, his hands threading through her hair, clenching the strands until small darts of pain began to flicker along her skull. “That’s good, baby. So good.”
She stared up at him dazed, poised on a pinnacle of arousal she had never known before. Her entire body ached for release, though she had spent the past hour experiencing one orgasm after another. She couldn’t seem to come hard enough, long enough though, to still the flames raging through her body. She only became hotter…hungrier.
“God yes,” Jared hissed as her mouth opened and she took the head of his c**k inside its heat.
She closed her lips over him, her tongue stroking him as her hand moved on the steel-hard flesh. She watched, entranced, as ecstasy consumed his face, his eyes glittering beneath partially closed eyes as he fought to breathe.
Kimberly let her tongue caress and stroke as her lips moved over him. She drew on him, sucking him as deep as she dared, loving the rasp of his breath, the way his fingers tightened in her hair with his pleasure. It was more than just arousing. It was destructive to her senses, to her emotions.
“Damn, you’re pretty like that,” he rasped, his teeth snapping together as her tongue wriggled against the ultra-soft flesh just beneath the head.
His thighs tightened at the caress, his abdomen flexing with a convulsive shudder.
“That’s good,” he bit out. “Suck me deeper, baby. Just a bit harder… Hell…yeah…”
His big body seemed to be racked with fine, fierce tremors. She could feel the hard flexing of his c**k in her mouth and beneath her hand, see the effort it took to control his need for release, in the taut contours of his stomach.
“Kimberly,” his hips were thrusting his erection deeper into her mouth now, sending the flared, flexing head closer to her throat. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her hoarsely, both hands pulling at her hair as he obviously fought to keep from sending his c**k too deep into her mouth. “Baby, I can’t wait. Let me go if you don’t want this.”
His hands didn’t relinquish their grip though. He held her still for the penetration of her mouth, shuttling faster between her lips as his c**k seemed to swell against her tongue.
She moaned, a low, reflexive sound, signaling her own need for his release, the desire to taste the passion she could never fully experience.
“Now.” He moved faster, f**king past her lips with a desperation that only spurred hers.
She tightened on him, suckling harder, drawing him deeper until a ragged, almost enraged growl tore from his throat a second before his release began spurting inside her mouth. Deep, hard jets of se**n pulsed from the head of his cock. His taste was earthy, primitive, addictive.
She fought to swallow each jetting spurt, her moans rising as her hand pumped his flesh, fighting to give him every second of pleasure that he could wring from the experience while tremors of excitement flashed through her own system.
She was shaking, exhausted, yet her body still ached. A hollow, haunting pain that she feared she would never rid herself of now.
Kimberly licked her lips wearily, tasting the essence of him as he knelt before her. His hands framed her face, his gray eyes staring somberly into hers as his thumbs smoothed along her cheekbones, then her swollen lips.
“You’re like a narcotic,” he whispered. “So powerful, so damned addictive, you make me fear for my sanity.”
Warmth exploded through her system. His touch, his look, both were filled with such gentle amusement, and such heated hunger that she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry over the fact that they were only making themselves ache further.
“Jared…” Her hands gripped his wrists, feeling the strength there as he leaned forward, caressing her lips gently with his.
“We better get dressed and get out of here before your spy decides to pick the lock.” He grinned as he pulled back and moved away from her. “Son of a bitch, if this room wasn’t damned near soundproof then I’d have to kill him yet.”
She couldn’t say anything. Kimberly felt the words locked in her soul, emotions, frightening in their extremity rising within her. She licked her lips, tasting him yet again, and trembled as her vagina rippled in growing demand.
She followed his example though, dressing quickly, ignoring her shaking hands and the tears that locked in her throat. Just as she ignored the growing certainty that her life, from this point forward, would never be the same again.
Chapter Ten
It didn’t take Jared long to find his prey. After escorting Kimberly to her bedroom where she swore she was going to take a nap, Jared went hunting.