Red Hot Reunion - Bella Andre Page 0,41

way he was about to devour her. With his tongue. His teeth. His lips.

She shivered as he slid his thumbs beneath the thin band of her panties. She shifted her hips to give him better access and it was sweet torture as he painstakingly drew the pink silk past her thighs, over her kneecaps, and finally down past her calves and feet. His fingers set every inch of her body aflame and she writhed beneath him, wanting more.

Much more.

Sitting back on his heels, his breathing labored, Jason cupped her slick pu**y in the palm of his hands.

“Your skin is so soft and warm. And smooth. And wet.”

She nearly bucked up off the stainless-steel counter, she was so inflamed by his intimate touch. She wanted to do something, anything to let him know how good he was making her feel, but she was captive to his touch.

With his hand still pressed into the sensitive flesh between her legs, he said, “I want to make you feel good, Emma. That’s all I want.” She believed him, believed that he was looking out for her, just as he always had.

Holding her breath, she nearly exploded right then and there when he added, “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she moaned, surprised that she was still able to speak as he rose up from his knees and ran kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, over the tight peaks of her br**sts. Overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue licking and teasing her ni**les, she was caught completely off guard when he slipped his middle finger into her.

Every nerve in her body was on fire, the rhythmic pattern of Jason’s hand slipping in and out of her matching the insistent beating of her heart. He ran kisses over her stomach, and she felt as if every last bit of blood in her body had rushed between her legs. And then, suddenly, he focused every last bit of his attention on pleasuring her.

His tongue alternately swirled over her clit—first soft, then hard—then swept between her pu**y lips and dove into her cunt. She arched against his mouth, rocking back and forth against him frantically as something inside of her swelled and then exploded into a glorious rainbow of pleasure.

Thoroughly dazed from her incredible orgasm, by the time she opened her eyes, Jason had unzipped his jeans. Emma drank in the sight of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen standing in front of her, his erection proudly jutting out. She reached out to touch his hard, throbbing shaft and he groaned as her fingers wrapped around him.

Feeling incredibly bold and very sexy, she ran her thumb over the velvety skin on the head. Quickly slipping on a condom, he positioned himself between her thighs. Emma eagerly opened her legs for him and cried out her pleasure as he began to slide into her one slow, mouthwatering inch at a time. But she was all out of patience and grabbed his hips, driving his c**k all the way into her.

Their hips bucked and rolled together as he pumped in and out of her wetness. He pressed his thumb to her clitoris again and as her muscles began to clench around him she was so overwhelmed by the power of her second orgasm that she was barely cognizant of Jason finally experiencing his own equally violent release.

As their breathing slowed, Emma somehow found the wherewithal to keep from declaring her undying love. Fun and sexy was all he wanted, so that’s what she was going to give him.

Emma knew she was sticking her head in the sand and that at some point in the very near future they would have to actually talk instead of just having more hot sex. But she was afraid that that future conversation might break apart their new and fragile bond.

Plus, she told herself, hadn’t something about their lovemaking just now been different?

Yes, it had been hot and out of control, like always. But Jason hadn’t been quite as aggressive, quite as focused on dominating her. She certainly wasn’t complaining about the sex they’d had during the past three days—it had been beyond her wildest dreams—but it was nice to finally feel like she was

contributing more than just her naked body, that Jason was getting something emotional from her that he couldn’t get from anyone else.

“Ready for dessert yet?” she murmured into his ear, wanting more of his touch, hoping that each orgasm would bring them closer together.

When he pulled back, he was