Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,40
her ankles at the small of my back. The tilt of her hips sent me sinking deeper, and as my balls slapped at her gathered rim, she met each drive and retreat with matched intensity.
The spellbinding friction was quickly consuming me. Slowing my pace, I began gliding into Mia’s writhing, panting, and mewling body with slow, deliberate strokes. Her candy-hard nipples had darkened. Her smoky stare was unfocused.
Christ, she was the most gorgeous woman on the fucking planet…always had been.
Suddenly, I couldn’t wait another second. I had to see…had to feel her shatter.
Wedging a hand between us, I circled her swollen nub. She bucked wildly and whimpered pathetically.
“Give it to me. I want it…I want to feel you erupt all over my dick,” I whispered as I squeezed the sensitive nub between my fingers and thumb, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.
“Oz! Oh, fuck… Oh, god.”
As she arched her hips in the air, her muscles seized and trembled.
“Ozzy,” Mia screamed as spasms brutally ripped through her.
Her silky walls clamped all around me.
Mind-bending ripples trailed up and down my length.
Sparks danced behind my eyes.
Ecstasy hummed in my ears.
A thunderbolt of demand tore through me.
I gripped her hips in a brutal hold, slammed deep, and stilled.
Then tossed my head back, roared her name, and let the white-hot fire consume me.
Chapter Nine
Mia
We laid in a tangle of arms and legs as our breathing slowly evened out. Ozzy’s glorious cock was still buried deep inside me as aftershocks pinged and twitched through us. For reasons I couldn’t explain or even grasp, my whole world felt lighter, which was utterly ridiculous. I’d just given my body to a man I was hopelessly in love with…a man who’d never forgive me or love me back.
Ozzy might not admit it, but I knew he felt the same connection we once shared. At least on some level. I felt it in his touch, his kiss, and saw it in the flicker of his dark eyes. The man was a dangerous bonfire, one that would turn me to ash again if I let him.
But damn, it felt phenomenal to go up in flames with him again.
The heat and strength of his rugged body surrounding and surging inside me was a dream come true. I’d spent seven years reliving every moment we’d spent together…replayed them so many times they’d grown smooth, like river rocks.
I really wasn’t a raving masochist; I simply needed to remind myself that, once upon a time, I was the most important thing in superstar Ozzy Page’s world. He owned the single most important time of my life… The time when I finally felt loved…at least for a little while.
Of course, I spent an equal amount of time trying to erase him from my system, especially the way his nimble fingers were always stroking and caressing with such tender reverence. Not only sexually but in loving, possessive, and protective ways. When I was with him, I felt confident no one or nothing on the planet could hurt me.
If I hadn’t been so hardheaded and taken his advice, I wouldn’t be sleeping with the lights on or climb into bed each night praying the nightmares stayed away. And I wouldn’t have to keep a damn lead barrier around me to simply exist.
God, I missed his safety…his security.
Inviting Ozzy into my body was foolish and reckless. My brain knew it was nothing but a fleeting feel-good moment. Still, my heart ached for ludicrous fantasies that didn’t exist. Sating our greedy desires didn’t change a thing in the long run, but hopefully it forged a delicate, short-term friendship that could get us through the tour peacefully.
“Damn, that felt good.”
His gravelly, after-sex voice reminded me of long, sweaty nights wildly making love on his lanai beneath the desert stars. I nodded and moaned as he slowly eased from my core. As he rolled away to dispose of the condom, I stretched. Muscles that hadn’t seen any kind of sexual activity for years ached with satisfaction.
Ozzy was great in bed. The best lover I’d ever had and basically ruined me for all other men. While he knew how to use his cock, Ozzy was ball-less when it came to holding on to me, to us, and the love we shared. He didn’t know how to stay and fight. All he knew how to do was run away.
I sat up and started to pull the blankets over me, but Ozzy turned and captured my wrist.