He caressed up her leg, releasing first one garter, then the next, rolling her thigh highs down and pulling them off. He reached for the garter belt; she raised her hips and he swept it from her.
He stared down at her, his gaze predatory, hungry. He growled, pressing his hands along the inside of her legs, opening her. Then, his mouth was on her. Fast, hard, like a man possessed.
She cried out, twitched, her body bursting into flames, as his tongue dove deep into her opening. “Garrett!” Pure, unadulterated need bled from her voice. His hands pushed at the back of her legs, holding her in place as she struggled to get closer.
“You taste like heaven, baby.” She twisted the covers in her fists, as he pushed a finger into her. “And so hot.” He added another finger and then another as he started a slow, smooth rhythm that stole her breath. “Perfect.”
His mouth was perfect.
He sucked her clit into his mouth. Her legs shook, the tension building in her body too much to bear. She was so close. “Garrett, please,” she whimpered.
He raised his head, his chin glistening with her juices. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I need to come. Please, Garrett.” She didn’t care that she was begging. She didn’t care that she’d never asked a man to make her come, begged a man to make her come.
She couldn’t care about anything except the riot that was happening in her body. The fire Garrett had stoked, her nerve endings vibrating as if trying to escape. She was turned inside out and willing to give him whatever he wanted.
Sweat ran from her temples as he curled his fingers, stimulating that sweet, sensitive area deep within her. She gasped as he moved a finger from her *, trailing it back to press against the tiny hidden entrance of her ass. He held fast as she tried to squirm away. “What are you —?”
She screamed as his finger twirled around the puckered skin and she broke into a million pieces. Her muscles drew tight, pulling her back off the bed as her orgasm exploded through her. Stars appeared behind her eyes, pleasure overwhelming in its intensity.
Garrett came over her then, his clothes gone.
“You’re gorgeous when you come, baby.” He was panting as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Show me again.” He braced himself above her and arched his hips, pressing the head of his cock into her.
Her body opened for him, her flesh sensitized from her release. He stretched her; tiny sparks of pain mixed with pleasure as he started a slow rhythm.
“God, Jessa. Fuck. So tight.” He moved in shallow strokes, working his length inside her. His face was drawn, his jaw clenched tight.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, her desire for him growing with every silken stroke. He was driving her mad, taking his time, working into her inch by slow inch.
“More. Need more.” She was reduced to single syllables, her desire fogging her ability to think of anything beyond her blinding need.
“You gonna come for me again, baby?” Garrett forced his hips forward with a grunt, burying himself to the hilt.
“Yes!” She cried out as molten steel pierced her tender tissue. Her vagina gripped him, pulsated and wept as her release washed over her, leaving her breathless.
Her contractions held him tight, his groan filling the room. “God, Jessa. I need to move, baby. You okay?”
The fact that he was concerned about her warmed her heart. She laced her hands behind his neck and brought his mouth to hers. “Fuck me, Garrett. Fuck me hard,” she whispered against his lips.
His eyes flared a second before he crushed his mouth to hers. She opened, drawing his tongue, his essence into her, until her throat burned with the need to breathe.
An animalistic sound rumbled as he pulled away, his chest heaving and wet as she ran her hands over him. The air was heavy with sweat and sex as his hips pistoned against hers. His pelvis rubbed her clit with each stroke. “Come with me, baby,” he ground out.
“Can’t. Not again.” She shook her head in denial.