Words of Love - By Hazel Hunter Page 0,43
His swollen and throbbing arousal speared up into her, stretching the walls of her body, filling her completely, even as his hot mouth captured her nipple.
“Oh my–” she whimpered, unable to continue as a strangulated cry cut off more words.
Her aching peak immediately swelled between his warm lips as he suckled her. The wet sweep of his tongue seemed to stroke pleasure into the sensitive nub with each long and silky lashing. Her body shuddered, tried to tug her breast away, tried to press it deeper, at war with itself over the torturous ecstasy flooding through it. Her back suddenly arched and her hips swiveled and, for a moment, it seemed as though her nipple would pull free. But her back met Brett’s knees and the hard rod of his arousal barely moved. She squirmed on top of him, unsure of how to find release. Her short, harsh gasps ratcheted up a notch, burning her lungs and throat. And then Brett moved to the other nipple.
No, she thought. No more. But the word that came out in her anguished cry wasn’t ‘no.’
“Yes,” she heard herself gasp and Brett’s mouth eagerly responded.
It was as though he drank from her, pulling something from her she didn’t know she had to give. He suckled and stroked, tasted and teased, until the throbbing in the too-sensitive flesh peaked. Again her back arched and her hips jerked and a new throbbing in her sweet spot pulsed to life.
A high-pitched moan was wrenched from her. Brett’s thick hardness pulsated inside her, her tormented nipples sharply throbbed, and her sweet spot pulsed even faster. Impossibly, but with a mounting tension that couldn’t be denied, all three rhythms began to align.
Jesse thrashed, no longer in control. Brett’s name was in her throat, on her lips, and yet she didn’t know if she’d been able to scream it. But in answer, his mouth finally released her. There were only seconds to realize that he was laying back as her hips began a ferocious and frenetic pumping that rocked them both. Her back arched convulsively, meeting his knees again, arching backward over them as they supported her. The radiating heat between her legs suddenly turned to fire and her abdomen spasmed as her head fell back. Brett’s hands were around her waist but her hips still jerked wildly. And then she felt him thrust, lifting her and impaling her on his rigid flesh. Her lower body flailed in a frenzied fervor, alternately crushing her sweet spot and rubbing it raw. With complete abandon, her hips gyrated, bucked, and then gyrated again as rhythmic convulsions began to surge through her abdomen. Faster she went and faster as her lungs heaved but couldn’t keep up. But as the convulsions turned into clenches, the rhythm suddenly crescendoed just as she felt the powerful fullness of Brett’s erection move inside her.
Her climax erupted as spasms of pure ecstasy rocketed through her. Tipped backward over Brett’s knees there was no sense of up or down, no gravity or world outside. Only the clenching deep inside her existed. Wave after glorious wave flooded through her and, as Brett grunted and then harshly groaned, she felt him thicken and swell. The burst of his release deep inside triggered a second, shuddering climax. She cried out at the uncontrollable, clamping contractions that threatened to sweep her toward oblivion. Brett’s pulsing life flooded into her as she milked him without mercy. Over and over, one spasm after another rippled along his length. He throbbed and stiffened in turn, in a chain of pulses that matched her own, until she no longer knew where he ended and she began.
But it didn’t matter. Time and place faded as her body continued to satisfy itself with his. Despite the burning in her lungs, her thighs, and her back, she savored the savage orgasm that would not let Brett go. He shuddered and convulsed beneath her, spending himself in jarring thrusts that now became erratic. And still her waves of passion clenched him, sucked from him, until he could no longer respond. Behind her, his knees began to slide downward and with enormous effort, she sat up. Only then did the contractions begin to ebb. She opened her eyes to see Brett’s magnificent body stretched out in front of her. Glistening with sweat, his eyes closed, his chest could barely keep up with his shallow pants. His arms reached upward and his fingers were still wrapped around the metal tubes of the footboard