Bad Boys of Romance(16)

Sitting up on his knees, he rips his shirt over his head and unclasps his belt, before popping the button on his jeans. My eyes immediately rack over his naked chest. I eye his tattoos and my mouth waters. Thick contours of muscle define his stomach and a deep V shape disappears below his pants, leading to the giant bulge that is his crotch.

My stomach tightens and my clit pulses. My nipples tingle and I lick my lips, eager to have him.

Leaning down, he slowly removes my pajamas until I’m naked beneath him.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking. I arch of the bed, the pleasure shooting throughout my body in a sensation I’ve never felt before. My entire body feels like it’s on fire and I can’t help but want to add fuel to the flames.

He pays attention to each breast before shifting down my stomach, trailing kisses and dipping his tongue into my belly button. I want to giggle, because it tickles, but I don’t because it feels so good! I moan instead. His head dips further down, kissing along the inside of my thighs until I’m squirming, desperate for him to kiss me between my legs.

“Please,” I beg, unashamedly.

“What do you want, baby?” He cajoles.

“Please, kiss the ache away, please. God,” I ramble.

“Oh, Jenna,” he growls. “With pleasure.” Then, his mouth is on me. Teasing, licking, sucking and nibbling in the most delicious way. His beard scratches against my tender skin, adding to my pleasure. And, just when I think it can’t get any better, he gently slides a finger inside of me.

“Oh god,” I cry out. He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his digit into me and I fall off the edge of the cliff, screaming incoherently. A hot flush invades my body as I tremble and squirm, moaning his name as my body shudders deliriously.

“I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful,” he states as I come back down from my high. “I was wrong.”

My heart melts.

“Switch,” I sigh, my chin trembling as I fight back tears from the sweetness of his words.

He hovers above me, and then leans in to take my mouth in a searing kiss. My hands go down to his hips, pushing his jeans off his body, frantically. He helps me out, standing, ripping them off and tossing them across the room before laying his naked body back down on mine.

“God, I want you so bad,” I moan as his lips capture my nipple again, sending tingles throughout my body and re-igniting the flame that had just subsided.

Coming up on his knees, he gently guides his thick length to my swollen, throbbing center.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper as he slowly pushes inside me.

“Fuck,” he clips as I gasp. My body tenses at his invasion.

“Keep going. Just do it. Hurry.”

With a loud groan he pushes inside me until he’s fully seated.

Oh god. I feel full. So fucking full.

“Ready?” He asks when my body has become accustomed to his.

“Yes,” I nod, my hips lifting gently off the bed.

He pulls out, almost all the way, before sliding back in quickly.

My body burns as electric currents shoot from every single nerve ending in my system. My loud moans of pleasure, his deep grunts and the sounds of skin slapping skin echo off the walls. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and arousal and it’s intoxicating.

My arms wrap around his neck and I try to pull him impossibly closer to me. I can’t get enough. His shaft grinds along my clit and I begin to whimper. He takes my mouth as one hand reaches up to twist my nipple.

My entire body tenses tight. My legs wraps around his hips, my arms tighten around his neck and my mouth rips from his. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and scream as I let go, my pussy convulsing, sending pulsing waves over his cock.

“Fuck, Jenna,” he rasps as he stills inside of me.

And, then I feel it.

His cock begins to throb inside me. Warmth fills me as he releases with a drawn out groan, his face buried in the crook of my neck, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“Wow,” I pant.

His body shakes as he laughs. “Yeah, baby. Wow, is right.”

He rises off the bed, leaving the room only to return moments later with a washcloth. Gently, he cleans between my legs as I lay, sprawled out and sated.

Climbing in beside me, he pulls me close and holds me. My fingers absently trace up and down his arms, feeling the contours of his muscles. When I reach his fingers, I pause.

His wedding band is gone.

My heart jolts and then swells.

“Don’t even know why I wore it. But, it’s gone now. I reckon it’s a time for new beginnings.” He gives me a squeeze, letting me know I’m his new beginning.

I turn in his arms and move my body on top of his.