JACE-2(Lane Brothers, Book 3)(207)

A moan escaped her lips, as Thomas quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled back the fabric. He massaged both her breasts while pressing kisses along her shoulder. Then one of his hands travelled the length of her body and down to her clitoris. She was wet for him, so ready for him to enter. But he didn’t. He kept his rock hard cock pressed against her buttocks.

Quivering, she began to pour the second glass. Thomas started massaging her clit slowly. At the same time, he moved his hips up and down, making his penis rub against the sensitive parts of her ass. It was an exciting new sensation for Sasha, one that made her gasp with arousal. It was clearly enjoyable for Thomas, too. He let out a grunt.

Sasha felt her body yearning for him to enter her from behind, but Thomas was holding back. At least for now.

The wine glasses were now both full, so Sasha set the bottle down. She tipped her head back and breathed deeply as Thomas pressed kisses into her neck, then ran his tongue up to her earlobe.

“I’ve missed feeling how wet you get for me,” he whispered in her ear. At the same time, he moved the hand that had been on her breast down and pushed two fingers inside of her.

Sasha gasped and grasped the countertop to steady herself. Her hair fell over her shoulder as she tipped her head forward. The mixture of sensations working its way around her body was intense. She was almost embarrassed by how quickly it had pushed her towards an orgasm.

“I’m close,” she whispered.

Thomas responded by sliding another finger inside of her, widening her. He worked the fingers on her clit faster. All the while, he rubbed himself up and down her ass so that she could feel his hard erection straining to be unleashed.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“Touch yourself,” Thomas said.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She took over rubbing her clitoris, freeing Thomas’s hand up. He pushed her forward and unhooked her bra. He slid the straps over her shoulders, and it fell onto the surface in front of them.

Her breasts now fully exposed, Thomas licked his fingers and ran the wet tips in a circular motion around her hard nipple. It was all she needed to tip over the edge.

Then she took a sharp intake of breath as she reached a sudden, fast climax. The speed with which she reached it shocked her, and she cried out, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Thomas moved his fingers inside of her to the rhythm of her orgasm. He didn’t stop until he squeezed the last drop out of it.

She gasped, as she felt him slide his fingers out of her. She could feel him breathing right in her ear and listened to the sound of him licking each finger slowly.

“I’ve missed your taste,” he whispered in her ear.

Sasha gripped the countertop so hard her fingers turned white. “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me now.”

“You want me inside of you?”

“Yes,” Sasha whispered. “Do it. I can’t wait.”

Hardly a second passed before she heard the familiar sound of a condom being removed from its wrapper and slid down his shaft. She tried to turn, but Thomas stopped her.

“I want to touch it,” she said.

“No,” he said. He nudged her legs apart with his foot then bent her forward, right over the fridge and work surface so that her posterior was angled upwards. He pulled her thong down to her ankles. “We’re doing this my way.”

Then he thrust his way inside of her dripping wet vagina.

The pleasure hit Sasha like a breaking wave. She cried out as the first thrust slammed her forward and made the fridge rock backwards. Thomas wasn’t planning on taking this slow or gently. He moved hard and fast, his hands on her hip bones to get a better grip, each thrust matched with a grunt. The fridge juddered back and forth each time his body slammed into hers, making the glasses tinkle against one another and the wine inside of them slosh.

“Fuck!” Sasha cried, as the intense new sensation gripped her. Thomas was fucking her so hard her breasts were bouncing. Her hair fell forward into the wine glasses.

Somehow Thomas pushed harder and harder. It was as though he was trying to bore his way right through her. Sasha felt a frenzied kind of pleasure, almost a delirium, a desperation. This wasn’t the delayed gratification Thomas had taught her, this was a desperate need to orgasm as hard and fast as possible. He needed to come inside of her, and she wanted to take him there.

She pushed back, matching each one of his thrusts with her own opposite force. She felt him harden even more inside of her and could tell he was close. She was close too and knew that all she had to do now was press her clitoris to climax. But she had to get Thomas there first. His breath was coming in fast pants. He sounded like he was in the middle of an intense workout.