Words of Love - By Hazel Hunter Page 0,15

her midriff. He stroked the skin there with his entire hand. One by one his fingers dipped into her belly button and then out. They travelled downward and pushed past the elastic waistband of her shorts. He gently squeezed her breast and his moist breath bathed her neck as his fingers smoothly dipped into her panties. A buzz of anticipation raced up her spine and a tiny whimper escaped her lips. At that, his fingers delved over the edge of her mound and covered her sweet spot. It pulsed immediately. As he squeezed her nipple with one hand and stroked her with the other, Jesse convulsed. She tugged hard on his neck as her abdomen contracted, threatening to make her double over, but his grip on her was firm and he pulled her back against him. Then he squeezed and stroked her again.

“Oh god,” she whispered in a high whine.

Against her will, she convulsed again and a shudder coursed through her body that set her knees quaking. Deep pulses of pleasure throbbed in her nipples and at her entrance and warmth spread between her legs. Her abdomen clenched so hard she could barely draw a breath. Brett’s tongue lapped at the skin of her neck and then his teeth lightly grazed her jaw. As though drawn to the movement, she turned her face toward his. His mouth gently covered hers just as his fingers stroked and squeezed her again. This time her hips jerked against his hand, as her swollen sweet spot tried to find his fingers. But as they fluttered just out of reach, she tilted her hips upward. Suddenly, his fingers clamped down on her mound and tugged her hips back. His arousal was thick and hard behind her and as a moan was wrenched from her throat, Brett released her mouth and groaned as well.

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Still behind her, Brett let Jessica go and peeled her tank top off over her head. Then he undid the bra and tossed them both onto the altar. As she turned to him, his t-shirt quickly followed.

But rather than take off her shorts, Jessica’s hands went to his chest. As though she were reading glyphs, she ran her fingers over his pecs. A light smile gently curved her lips as she glided her hands down his rib cage, her eyes watching in fascination. She traced his six-pack, stroked the rippled muscles at his sides, and then rubbed upward over his pecs again. Her nostrils flared as her fingers kneaded into the broad muscles and an urgency in her touch told him that it was time.

His hands went to her waist and he pushed the shorts and panties past her hips toward the floor. As she stepped out of them and out of her shoes, he quickly dropped his shorts. But as he did, he stared yet again at her lithe body and the soft, perfect curves of it. The pink flush of arousal covered her in a warm glow. His own arousal pulsed below him and he quickly encircled his arms below her rib cage and lifted. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and he raised her the few inches necessary to set her on the edge of the altar.

The satin-smooth feel of her skin set his on fire. The fleshy mounds of her breasts seemed heated against his chest. The closeness of her, the feel of her in his arms, was incredible. Though he’d thought last night had been fueled by their brush with death, now he wasn’t sure. The same desire to be one with her swept through him yet again. If anything, she was more beautiful today.

She was ‘the beautiful lady’ of the love poem. He saw it so clearly. Her breasts rose and fell with a breathless rhythm that matched his own. Her eyes gazed dreamily into his, almost half-lidded, and as he maneuvered his hips between her knees, his engorged arousal felt like it could burst. With one arm circling her waist, he leaned into her as she leaned back. And as her legs spread to him, he entered her fully in one deep thrust.

“Oh,” she gasped as her eyes closed and her fingers dug into his back.

For a moment, he worried it’d been too quick but her back suddenly arched over his arm and her hips pulsed into him. He thrust again, driving quickly into her, not wanting to be separate from her for more than a moment.

“Yes,” she whimpered, as