JARED-1(Lane Brothers, Book 4)(33)

He loves me. He really loves me and I can’t help but feel turned on by the knowledge that this perfect man wants me so desperately that he’s drive an hour just to find a clean bed for us.

I feel cherished and desperately needed when he pushes away and releases my mouth to look down at me with eyes so full of adoration.

“I want you so much,” he whispers, leaning down to lick at my parted lips with a groan. “I don’t want to hurt you, Cupcake.”

He’s trembling above me as I push my fingers into his hair and pull him down to meet my lips, kissing him with more heat than finesse, needing him to lose the fear and do whatever it is he needs.

I kiss him so much, with so much tongue and the wet melding of lips, that I’m gratified when his hips shoot down and the solid length of his erection hits the slippery valley between my legs.

He groans at the contact and I let out a moan of my own when the head of his sex touches my clit and sets the little pearl throbbing with insistent need.

“Please, Jared,” I plead, letting go of his face to grab at his hips.

I want him touching me everywhere, inside and out. I’m so hot and ready for him that I feel the slide of more moisture pool from my clenching sheath.

“I’m so wet and empty, baby. Please,” I beg again when all he does is kiss me and pull his hips farther back.

My words have the desired effect and I feel him groan into my mouth before settling the length of his throbbing sex in the rift between my folds.

In this position, I can’t help the needy roll and thrust of my hips as I grind closer and start seeking satisfaction from the friction created by his slowly sliding dick over my clit.

The rhythm he sets is explosive and I’m clutching at him, digging my nails deeper into his hips as he pushes in and starts rolling over me.

“You’re so hot, baby,” he groans, pulling away with a snarl when I try to grab him and get off before he can stop me. “No. We’ll do this right.”

I start to protest and groan instead when he moves and latches on to my nipple, sucking hard and fast as I thrash and push closer, lost in the feel of a mouth on my breasts for the first time.

It feels so good. I love his mouth and the way he gently nibbles at my nipples before sucking strongly enough that I feel the pull in my clit.

He keeps that up for ages, moaning and snarling into my flesh as if he can’t get enough of my taste. It’s only when I’m crying out and pleading for more that he releases my aching breasts and moves down, pausing to run his nose through the sparse sprinkling of hair on my mons. I almost climax right then when he drags his nose down lower and rubs it and mouth over my nub, closing his eyes as if the scent of me is killing him with pleasure.

I feel so much love and desperation once again hits me when he suddenly opens his eyes and stares up at me as his tongue flicks out to lick me.

“Oh God.”

The moan is ripped from somewhere deep within and I hardly breathe as he starts licking at me as if sampling my essence. This time he groans, long and loud, and then I’m crying out when he seems to lose his iron will and starts sucking and licking at me in a frenzy.

“Taste so good,” he growls and I almost come when he dives lower and pierces me with his nimble tongue.

The sensation is so consuming that I’m riding his face before I can stop myself, desperately seeking the release hovering just out of touch. I feel empty inside. I need him inside me, filling me.

“Please. Please take me,” I gasp, almost going crazy when he pulls his tongue free and latches on to my bud. “Please!”

The growl he lets out is part frustration when he suddenly rears up over me and meets my lips in a kiss that steals my sanity.

“Don’t tense up,” he whispers just before lining up with my opening and pushing in so slowly, I feel every movement of his sex as he steadily fills me.

It pinches a little, because no matter how wet and ready I am, he is so much bigger, but it feels so good when my muscles finally relent and open for him. I moan and try to break free of his hold on my hips, wanting harder, faster, something.

His snarl is a warning and I attempt to keep still till he finally reaches my limits and lets out a quaking groan.

“So hot and tight. You’re so perfect,” he gasps, searching for control when all I want is for him to move and release the ache brewing inside me.

“Move, Jared.”

He obeys and starts moving slowly, thrusting in and out in a languid drag.

“Ah, harder.”

His eyes close and I feel him tremble a second before he opens those blue jewels and spears my gaze with his. And then he really starts moving, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder to get a deeper angle.