Words of Love - By Hazel Hunter Page 0,7

Instead, her hands flew to his back, drawing him down, her fingers kneading into him. As he settled his hips between her legs and his chest over her breasts, his arousal probed her moist entrance. Her tiny gasp was quickly followed by her hips pulsing onto the tip of it.

He put his mouth next to her ear and, as he pushed inward, he hoarsely whispered the only word that came to his mind.

“Jessica.”

They slid together with ease. His straining shaft slipped up into her as her soft warmth enveloped him. Suddenly, wanting had become reality and he squeezed his eyes shut, surrendering to the incredible sweetness of the penetration, his body inside hers, his flesh completely surrounded. A profound shudder ran through her as thunder rolled over them but it was unlike the trembling of earlier. Her hips bucked into him, bringing even more of him into her, as her back suddenly arched.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, as her fingers dug into his buttocks.

Again he slid upward, deep inside her, but this time thrusting harder.

She moaned as their hips connected and her pelvis slowly began a sensual grind against his. Her mound rose up to meet him and her body writhed below him. The hypnotic movement stroked his length and, before he could stop himself, he plunged into her. No longer able to hold back, his thrusts rocked her, delving deeper, one after another in a sudden frenzy of yearning. She arched into him, tilted her hips to him, and pressed upward to meet each penetration.

The feeling was electric and each connection stoked the wild burning of his erection inside her. Her breath came in heaving gasps as her body undulated with abandon. He moved hard into her, over and over, even as she moved to accept him. With a final, sharp penetration he drove upward, burying himself deeply, straining against her walls. Her immediate cry of pleasure jolted through him so hard his arousal thickened. She was amazing and the need to fill her was now the only thing he knew.

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Jesse saw lightning flash in the dull red glow of her eyelids. Her senses seemed on overdrive as the smell of rain in Brett’s hair filled her nose. The sound of his labored breathing filled her ears. The feel of his rock hard muscles filled her hands and the heat that radiated from his chest washed over her.

He thrust again and his hot flesh penetrated to the very core of her. She felt him push deeply, filling her with a powerful pressure, as her abdomen clenched around him. But instead of withdrawing, he slowly ground himself against her. Her sweet spot responded with a pang of pleasure as tension coiled behind it.

“Yes,” she managed to gasp, just as he began to pump again.

Her body responded with a frenzied fervor, trying desperately to release the new tension. As he pounded into her, she raised her hips to meet each urgent thrust. Until, again, he impaled her and ground himself at her entrance.

Her sweet spot tightened beyond the limits of pleasure, pulsing, aching for release and suddenly she spasmed. As her body writhed, completely out of control, she felt Brett’s arousal suddenly throb inside her. In a blinding, pulsing moment of release she clenched hard. Brett’s groan and her anguished cry mixed with a new peal of thunder that ripped through the cavern. He came then, wildly and explosively inside her. She jerked and convulsed around him in waves of spasms that threatened to overwhelm her. His release rocked her, flooding through her, as her contractions began to slow. Then, almost as quickly as it’d started, the clenching stopped. They’d come together suddenly and, just as suddenly, they had climaxed and now they were done. The sounds of their panting was the only thing that remained until Brett’s voice sounded quietly in her ear.

“The bed’s too small,” he whispered.

Then his lips brushed lightly against hers and he was gone. Even if she’d wanted to open her eyes, she wasn’t sure if she could. The strangest sensation of floating in midair swept over her but in moments consciousness itself slipped away.

CHAPTER FOUR

Something was cooking.

Jesse rolled over, trying to turn away from the smell, and nearly fell off the mattress. She came awake suddenly and backed away from the edge. For a moment, a wave of disorientation washed over her and her eyes darted around the ‘room’–except it wasn’t a room. It was obviously a tent.

She calmed down as the