Just sex. He wouldn’t let it be more.
Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, he eased himself deeper into the moist sweet haven of her mouth. She suckled as he glided between her lips, her tongue guiding him along, her eyes never looking away from his. Permissive. Encouraging.
Goddamn enchanting.
“Ah, fuck, Alyssa,” he murmured. “God, you feel good. Your mouth is so soft. So pretty.” He stroked the side of her face with his free hand. “I wish you could see the perfect way your lips wrap around me.”
She moaned softly, vibrating into his flesh. His hips flexed, his breath caught all over again. When she lifted her hand and cupped his balls, massaging them gently, his cock pulsed. Her tongue cupped his shaft, her throat muscles clenched as she swallowed down the spurt of pre-come. Jayce groaned, tightened his grip on her hair. She was breaking him bit-by-bit.
And he wasn’t ready to break into pieces. Not by a long shot.
For ten years he’d hung onto memories, longing to remember the precise feel of her hands on his body, of her mouth fused to his, of the passion that made her tremble. He’d asked her for one night. She’d granted that wish, and nothing would make him succumb to release before he had a chance to savor her. Before he could hear her cry out in ecstasy.
Jayce pulled his hips away, tuning out the strong suck of her mouth. When she resisted, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed. Alyssa relaxed her hold, and he slid one last time through her gloriously soft mouth. She gazed up at him, long lashes failing to disguise the questions written in her eyes. He took in her swollen, parted lips, the flush of desire in her delicate cheeks. Beneath the askew lapels of her robe, her breasts rose as she panted against her arousal. The urge to yank her to her feet and crush her against the door behind him rose like a cresting tidal wave.
Instead, he offered his hand, giving them both one singular moment of necessary pause. Her fingers trembled as she slid them into his palm. He levered her gently to her feet and tugged on the belt at her waist. The robe fell open, exposing her in the moonlight.
Sweet, sacred everything…she was beautiful. More beautiful than dreams, than even memories. He reached out slowly, half afraid she’d disappear at the touch of his hand. But as he traced one lone fingertip down the swell of her breast to her puckered nipple, she didn’t vanish. She stood still, her eyes locked with his, her body quivering beneath his hand.
Jayce stepped into her body heat and dipped his mouth. At the first faint brush of contact, however, all his carefully composed intentions shattered. Her sweet flavor assaulted him. Her softness made him dizzy. And the moan she freed against his lips awakened something fierce and primal inside his soul.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. His mouth devoured hers as he walked them toward her bed, where he broke the kiss only long enough to doff his shirt and shuck his jeans.
When he reached for her again, she latched on hungrily. Her teeth nipped his lower lip, the sting only ratcheting up his need another degree. They vied for control over the kiss; their hands combated for dominance. He knew he was being rough, but no matter how he told himself to stop, to slow down and take it easy, his body refused to obey.
“Alyssa,” he rasped. The question he sought lingered just out of his reach, and he dragged his lips down her neck, unable to continue.
“Yes, Jayce,” she answered equally breathless. “God, yes.”
Groaning against the intimate way she understood him, he nudged his knee between her thighs and eased her backward onto the bed. When he lowered his body into hers, his cock nestling against the wet flesh between her legs, he closed his eyes and clamped his teeth into his cheek. Her nails scraped down his back. She shifted her hips, parted her legs, and flattened a foot on the bed to make room for his
Sliding his hand to the nape of her neck, he eased himself deeper into the moist sweet haven of her mouth. She suckled as he glided between her lips, her tongue guiding him along, her eyes never looking away from his. Permissive. Encouraging.
Goddamn enchanting.
“Ah, fuck, Alyssa,” he murmured. “God, you feel good. Your mouth is so soft. So pretty.” He stroked the side of her face with his free hand. “I wish you could see the perfect way your lips wrap around me.”
She moaned softly, vibrating into his flesh. His hips flexed, his breath caught all over again. When she lifted her hand and cupped his balls, massaging them gently, his cock pulsed. Her tongue cupped his shaft, her throat muscles clenched as she swallowed down the spurt of pre-come. Jayce groaned, tightened his grip on her hair. She was breaking him bit-by-bit.
And he wasn’t ready to break into pieces. Not by a long shot.
For ten years he’d hung onto memories, longing to remember the precise feel of her hands on his body, of her mouth fused to his, of the passion that made her tremble. He’d asked her for one night. She’d granted that wish, and nothing would make him succumb to release before he had a chance to savor her. Before he could hear her cry out in ecstasy.
Jayce pulled his hips away, tuning out the strong suck of her mouth. When she resisted, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed. Alyssa relaxed her hold, and he slid one last time through her gloriously soft mouth. She gazed up at him, long lashes failing to disguise the questions written in her eyes. He took in her swollen, parted lips, the flush of desire in her delicate cheeks. Beneath the askew lapels of her robe, her breasts rose as she panted against her arousal. The urge to yank her to her feet and crush her against the door behind him rose like a cresting tidal wave.
Instead, he offered his hand, giving them both one singular moment of necessary pause. Her fingers trembled as she slid them into his palm. He levered her gently to her feet and tugged on the belt at her waist. The robe fell open, exposing her in the moonlight.
Sweet, sacred everything…she was beautiful. More beautiful than dreams, than even memories. He reached out slowly, half afraid she’d disappear at the touch of his hand. But as he traced one lone fingertip down the swell of her breast to her puckered nipple, she didn’t vanish. She stood still, her eyes locked with his, her body quivering beneath his hand.
Jayce stepped into her body heat and dipped his mouth. At the first faint brush of contact, however, all his carefully composed intentions shattered. Her sweet flavor assaulted him. Her softness made him dizzy. And the moan she freed against his lips awakened something fierce and primal inside his soul.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. His mouth devoured hers as he walked them toward her bed, where he broke the kiss only long enough to doff his shirt and shuck his jeans.
When he reached for her again, she latched on hungrily. Her teeth nipped his lower lip, the sting only ratcheting up his need another degree. They vied for control over the kiss; their hands combated for dominance. He knew he was being rough, but no matter how he told himself to stop, to slow down and take it easy, his body refused to obey.
“Alyssa,” he rasped. The question he sought lingered just out of his reach, and he dragged his lips down her neck, unable to continue.
“Yes, Jayce,” she answered equally breathless. “God, yes.”
Groaning against the intimate way she understood him, he nudged his knee between her thighs and eased her backward onto the bed. When he lowered his body into hers, his cock nestling against the wet flesh between her legs, he closed his eyes and clamped his teeth into his cheek. Her nails scraped down his back. She shifted her hips, parted her legs, and flattened a foot on the bed to make room for his
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