He heightened her awareness of her own body. Everywhere he touched, she ached. Her nipples were painfully hard and her * was drenched in need.
And he progressed on, ignoring all the obvious places. Ramping her arousal as well as her frustration. Minutes seemed like hours as he played on her skin.
She cried out when he kissed the inside of her thigh. First one, then the other. Lick, kiss, nibble. So close. So close to where she needed him. His fingers trailed over her hips, down the outside of her legs as he positioned himself at her apex.
Jessa saw stars as he blew a stream of hot air over her sex. “You’re killing me, Garrett. Please. Do something.”
His husky chuckle made her muscles clench unbearably tighter. “I am doing something, princess. I’m loving you.”
“Can you love me a little faster then? I’m about to burst into flames here.”
“Not until I get inside you. I want to feel you burst around me.”
He stroked his tongue through her slit and Jessa cried out at the sensation. “God, please, Garrett. Please. I can’t take anymore.”
He came over her and pressed his lips to hers. Her taste mingled with his as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them until she straddled his hips.
She braced her hands on either side of him and rocked back and forth, coating his very hard, very thick erection with her juices. Sparks of electricity shot through her as she rubbed her tortured nipples against his chest.
Garrett stilled her with a hand to her hip. “Climb on, princess. Ride me. Take us where we need to go.”
“Take what’s mine.” She rose up and he tucked the head of his shaft against the opening of her *.
“Damn straight.”
Jessa sank down, taking him all the way to the hilt. Her * stretched, burned, as she fought to adjust to his penetration.
She dug her nails into the hard plane of his chest, the muscles bunching under her palms. She glanced down at him. Love and lust intermingled, giving him a wild, ravenous look. He was breathtaking. She knew this was where she belonged. With Garrett. To Garrett.
“I love you,” she said as she started to move. Slow at first, then faster as she found a rhythm sure to drive them both over the edge.
He palmed her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, giving her what she needed. He always knew what she needed.
Her legs trembled and she worked herself up and down on his length, the exquisite feeling of being in love second only to having him inside her.
“I love you. Damn it, Jessa, I love you so fucking much.” He grabbed her and rolled them again, seizing control.
It was as if the words broke something free inside them as he put her ankles against his shoulders and pounded into her. It was more than the act of having sex. More than making love.
The world around them blurred as she relinquished her fears and doubts. She’d given her heart to this man. Her heart and her soul. And she knew everything was going to be all right.
She screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, blinding her. Her womb pumped, her * seized, and Garrett yelled out. Her body contracted again as his hot semen filled her. Tiny aftershocks resonated as he slowed his hips, exhaustion claiming them both.
Garrett rested his forehead against hers as they both fought to breathe. He grumbled as he eased out of her and rolled over on his back next to her.
“That was …” She was without words.
“Jesus, I think I’m dead.” Garrett slapped a palm to his chest.
Jessa laughed. “Right there with you.”
They lay together, the smell of sex and sweat an erotic mixture in the aftermath of their lovemaking. They didn’t speak right away. Didn’t need to. Their bodies had said it all.
After a while Garrett reached out, curling her into his side. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Jessa burst out laughing. “After recovering from your spectacular lovemaking skills, I was thinking about your game tonight.”
Garrett grinned. “Spectacular, huh? So spectacular that you’re thinking about my game?”