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Kim had never seen anything so erotic. Honestly, if someone had told her that this would do it for her, she would have scoffed. But this once…
Jake was tied up, naked beneath her, and she was sliding down onto his shaft. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the sensations coursing through her. He felt even bigger from this angle, and it occurred to her that he might not fit. But then she reached the end and balanced on his hips, his cock wedged deep.
The taste of him lingering on her tongue mixed with the mellow sharpness of the champagne. She felt powerful, in control, and she loved it. As she shifted a little, he jerked inside her, and she glanced into his face. His eyes were half-closed, but she could see them gleaming midnight blue behind his lashes. A flush darkened his cheekbones, and his lips parted slightly. He bucked his hips, and she felt the movement at the very center of her body.
Leaning forward, she rested her hands on either side of his shoulders so her breasts brushed his chest. Her nipples tingled at the delicious friction. She lowered her face to his and nibbled on his lower lip, then kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss, pushing his tongue inside as she slowly raised her hips. The drag of him against her flesh was exquisite. She lowered herself back down, rubbing against him as she took him all the way.
The pleasure built inside her. She needed something more, and she widened her thighs and pressed down, grinding against him so her swollen clit rubbed his pelvic bone. The feeling was indescribable.
His cock pulsated, and he pumped with his hips as though he couldn’t control the movement. She sped up, riding him, the sensation sweet and hot and overwhelming. Within seconds, her orgasm swept through her and over her, and she threw back her head and screamed. Jake continued to thrust until he came, his back arching as he spilled himself inside her.
Collapsing on top of him, she buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathed in the tangy scent of sweat and sex. She was drifting into a contented sleep when Jake’s voice murmured in her ear, “Sweetheart, do you think you could untie me now?”
Chapter Sixteen
Her whole body ached.
She came to consciousness slowly. It was morning; sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains. She’d woken twice in the night with Jake making love to her. The first time had been slow and sweet, the second fast and hard.
Now she was alone in the bed. There were no sounds from the bathroom, and she pulled herself up. Her skin was sensitive, her nipples sore from his kisses, and there was an ache between her legs.
Glancing up, she saw the cords still fastened to the posts where she’d tied Jake the night before. Aching or not, she felt a twinge between her thighs at the memory. She’d never thought anything could be so hot.
She reckoned it would be payback time in the near future. And another twinge in her sex made her realize the idea was in no way repugnant.
Oh God, one day of sex and she was turning into a pervert.
What would she be like after two days?
Jake was hopefully off somewhere foraging for food because her stomach was growling from her energetic night.
She got out of bed and headed to the empty bathroom. She eyed up the big claw-foot tub, turned on the hot water, and poured in some bath salts. A good soak and she’d be ready for more. She piled her hair on top of her head and stepped into the water. Sinking down was bliss.
She was lying back, dozing in the warmth, when there was a light tap on the door.
“Come in.”
Jake entered carrying two mugs of coffee. “I’ve brought breakfast but no rush—it’s cold. I thought you’d not want to wait for the coffee.”
“You’re actually quite domesticated, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’d make someone an excellent husband.”
Her gaze flew to his face, but his expression was bland. That was just a throwaway comment, wasn’t it?
He wore black jeans and nothing else, and the memory of what they had done together washed over her in a wave of heat. Each time he’d sated her, but she always came back wanting more. The idea should worry her. After all, wasn’t the point to get him out of her system? She pushed the anxiety aside. This weekend wasn’t about worrying; it was about getting so much of each other that she’d never want to combine the words sex and Jake in the same sentence again.
The tub was big, with the taps in the center. Plenty of room for two.
She took the coffee from him and placed it on the floor beside her. “Why don’t you join me?”
He put down his own coffee and stripped off his jeans in answer.
He was semi-hard and growing. Was he always like that?
She’d thought he’d take the other end, but he motioned for her to shift forward and then slid in behind her, his legs on either side of her, his cock nudging her buttocks. He eased her back, and she settled against his chest.
“How do you feel?” he murmured against her neck.