Jagger's Moves(16)

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Pleasure slammed through Lexa as Tyler's mouth reached the heated flesh of her pussy. Eyes closed, Lexa put her hands above her head clenching the edge of the mattress. Blood rushed to her head as the sensation built. His tongue speared into her, and then he teasingly nipped around her clit, but never where she so desperately needed it. Over and over, his strong-callused hands held her hips steady as she tried to arch against him. Sounds, half-formed words of pleading tumbled from her lips, and she barely recognized her own voice as he overwhelmed her with his talented mouth. The climax slammed into her with no warning, sending her screaming over the edge into mind-melting pleasure.

Then he dragged her sated body into the middle of the bed. “Have to be inside you.” And then he was there, sliding into her eager open flesh.

A shudder shook both their sweat-slickened bodies at the intensity of their joining. “You feel amazing, so perfect, so right, so mine,” he murmured, his lips against her neck.

Her breathing stopped for a second at his words before she dismissed them. Men always said things they didn't mean in the middle of sex. When sex was this good, she almost felt like promising things herself.

Instead, she wrapped her legs around his lean waist and rolled her hips up to meet his every hard thrust. The heated flesh of her pussy swallowed him, sucking him in deep and eagerly before he pulled out, only to start the erotic dance of give and take all over again.

Each thrust into her cunt felt like perfection, a joining of the hearts and souls, more than just two bodies coming together for mutual pleasure. He panted her name. She looked up at him, his hazel green eyes foggy with need and pleasure. Nothing existed beyond the pleasure of his cock filling her, his arms holding her, and his heart pounding against hers.

Still the need to pleasure him, to offer a physical demonstration of the emotions she could never speak assailed her. Seeing his body, muscles slick with sweat glistening above her, Lexa gave in to the temptation to touch and taste what belonged to her, at least for the moment.

She pushed until their positions reversed and he panted beneath her, need tightening the skin around his mouth and eyes. How could she want one man so much even as he still filled her, stretching to almost the point of pain?

His flat stomach tightened as she traced the bands of muscle up to his chest to his puckered brown nipples. Unable to resist, she moved her mouth to him and licked over the flat ridge of each. His body shuddered, and his hands fisted in the sheets when she followed the licks with a tiny love bites.

Sitting up forced his cock deep inside her body, and she bit her lip at the pleasure the movement caused. But she didn't want this to end before it really began. This night or day would never happen again. Everything she'd ever dreamed or imagined doing to or with Ty had to be fulfilled while she had the chance.

So instead of riding him over the edge of the pleasure cliff, Lexa looked him over. His face tight with stress was masculine and defined but still beautiful in a unique guy type way.

As he watched her through gorgeous hazel eyes fringed with lashes any woman would give an ovary to have, she felt something click deep inside her. Something she hadn't known was missing fell into place.

Scared of the emotions swirling through her mind Lexa slid her hand over the defined biceps and powerful forearms. She pressed soft kisses to the tips of each finger on his large hands, paying special attention to the calluses formed from firing guns so often. She traced the tip of her tongue over his kiss-swollen lips to his jaw and up to his earlobe for a quick nibble.

“You’re killing me,” he complained and she laughed. Who knew sex could be fun or even involve laughter.

“I seem to remember doing a little begging myself last night," she teased, kissing her way south.

His body jerked at the intensity of the sensation. "I love looking up at you riding me, Lexie. You are the most beautiful sight a man could dream of,” he whispered hoarsely. "Only thing even close is watching my cock thrust deep inside you. Oh, dear god…”

His words ended on a gasp as she slowly tightened her muscles along his hard length.

Jagger grabbed her hips, his own rising to meet hers, and he slid in that last inch or two. A moan of pleasure escaped both their lips as her body took every last inch of his swollen flesh.

“I love the way you squeeze me tight. I can feel you quivering around my cock. So good, so right, I may never want to leave you." His words shocked. The first she could dismiss as lust induced babbling, but now? Had he spoken only because his orgasm grew closer?

The rare rough honesty of his words shook her once-firm belief of their limited time together. The words coming from any other man would turn her off, but not him, not now. Jagger left himself vulnerable to her in ways she’d never imagined. Breathe, she needed to breathe and concentrate on the physical only. Attaching emotions that weren't there was a mistake she refused to make. Just because she'd been in love with this man since puberty didn't mean he would suddenly return her feelings.