He wanted to grab hold of her hair, stroke her back, caress her shoulders but he couldn’t. He felt defenseless, totally under her control but he loved every single minute of it. When he couldn’t take any more, his body jerked in one hell of an explosion and she still wouldn’t let go.
“Jillian!”
He wanted her with an intensity that terrified him. And when she lifted her head and smiled at him, he knew what it meant to love someone with every part of your heart, your entire being and your soul.
While the music continued to play, she straightened and began stripping for him, removing each piece of clothing slowly, and teasing his nostrils before tossing it aside. Sexual excitement filled his inner core as he inhaled her scent. When she was totally naked, she began dancing again, touching herself and touching him. He’d never seen anything so erotic in his entire life.
When she curled into his lap and continued to dance, the feel of her soft curves had him growling, had his erection throbbing again, harder. “Set me free,” he begged. He needed to touch her now. He wanted his hands in her hair and his fingers inside her.
“Not yet,” she whispered in a purr that made even more need wash over him. Then she twisted her body around so her back was plastered to his chest then she eased down onto his manhood and rode him.
Never had she ridden him this hard and when she shifted so they faced each other, the feel of her breasts hitting his chest sent all kinds of sensations through him.
“Jillian!”
He screamed her name as an orgasm hit him again, deep, and he pulled the scent of her sex through his nostrils. He leaned forward. Although he couldn’t touch her, he could lick her. He used his tongue to touch her earlobe and her face. “Uncuff me baby. Please. Uncuff me now.”
She reached behind him and he heard the click that released him. When his hands were free he stood, with her in his arms, and quickly moved toward the bedroom.
“You’re the one who was supposed to be exhausted,” she mumbled into his chest.
“Sorry, it doesn’t quite work that way, baby.” And then he stretched her out on the bed.
He straddled her, eased inside her and thrust, stroking her, wanting her to feel his love in every movement. This was erotic pleasure beyond compare and her inner muscles clenched him, held him tight and tempted him to beg again.
His thrusts became harder, her moans louder and the desire he felt for her more relentless than ever. And when he finally exploded, he took her along with him as an earth-shattering climax claimed them both. They were blasted into the heavens. Jillian Novak had delivered the kind of mindless pleasure every man should experience at least once in his lifetime. And he was glad that he had.
Moments later, he eased off her and pulled her into his arms, entwining her legs with his. He kissed the side of her face while she fell into a deep sleep.
Their secret affair was not a secret any longer and he couldn’t wait to tell the world that he’d found his mate for life. And he would cherish her forever.