The Son & His Hope (The Ribbon Duet 3) - Page 142

My heart stopped beating. Literally stopped. My chest no longer held organs keeping me alive; it was filled with fiery lust and fantasy instead.

With a grunt, I fell to my knees, running my hands down the back of her ass and thighs as I went.

She flinched as my mouth lined up perfectly with her core. “Jacob…what are you—”

She never finished her question.

My tongue connected with her silky flesh, and she convulsed in my arms. Her hands landed on my head for balance as I hugged her upper thighs, pressing all of her into my mouth.

I didn’t know if I did it right or if it felt good or if I’d royally screwed up.

But I let Hope guide me.

For every lick I gave, she quivered and quaked. For every bite and suck, she moaned and wobbled. I repeated what made her weak, and tweaked what made her stiffen.

The more I licked her, the hotter her skin became.

Her breath turned thin. Her fingers turned loose.

And her hips rocked toward me of their own accord.

I smiled against her, tasting her, drinking her, regretting so many things between us. Why was I so afraid of this? This wonderful, delicious girl who loved me?

I delved deeper, thrusting my tongue inside her, wanting to punish her for all my shortcomings.

“Holy—” A strangled cry fell from her mouth as wet warmth coated my tongue. She shivered harder, her knees buckling.

I didn’t let her get away.

I dipped inside her again, biting her clit as my self-control threatened to snap.

I was so fucking hard, I couldn’t see anymore.

I could only feel.

Heat and wet and want.

“Jacob…I’m—God, I’m…” Her head hung heavy as her entire body jolted.

I followed the satiny softness of her inner thigh and pressed a finger deep inside her.

She swayed, granting her entire body into my safekeeping as my one finger became two and my tongue fought to pleasure her.

I’d never felt something so good.

So silky and carnal.

My body strained with hunger, ready to grind, ready to thrust.

I was needy and angry and impatient.

And when Hope came all over my fingers, I couldn’t hold myself back any more.

Her groan made my hair stand on end as her inner muscles squeezed around my invasion. Over and over, ripple after ripple, her wetness drugged me better than any pipe or alcohol.

Pulling her down, I yanked at my swimming shorts.

Her body folded like a fallen flower onto my lap. Her hazy eyes locked on my groin, watching as my erection popped from my shorts and the blue material trapped my thighs.

I pushed them as far as I could without moving.

Because I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t do a damn thing because I’d reached the end of my limit.

“Come here.” I grabbed her around the back of the neck, smashing our lips together. Our kiss was sloppy and savage, teeth and tongue and temper.

Her thighs slipped over mine, sitting on me, caging me.

Her hands found my hair, tugging the length, fighting my need with her own. Her lips claimed mine, our tongues tangling with passion.

It reminded me of the other times we’d kissed. How a single kiss always turned into aggression. How aggression turned to war. How war escalated to the point of insanity.

I was insane. Pure and simple.

Inching forward on her knees, she angled herself over me.

Her eyes studied my nakedness, filling me with complex persecution.

I’d never been naked in front of a girl before. Never suffocated with hunger or trembled with self-consciousness. Having her see me made me powerful and vulnerable all at once.

The two emotions did not combine well with my fear and fury.

Clamping hands on her hips, I pushed her down.

She fought me for a second, her hand lashing around my hardness as if she wanted to repay what I’d done for her. “No.” I pushed again, hissing as the heat of her met my tip. “I can’t wait.”

Her fingers unwrapped from around me, her cheeks pink and lips red. With a moan and a shiver, she nodded and sank.

Down and down, her wetness made me slip smoothly inside her, inch by inch.

I was wrong before when I thought my heart had stopped beating.

This was where I died.

This moment trapped in her body where I felt so many fucking things.

Good things.

Bad things.

Terrible and wonderful things.

“Goddammit, Hope.” I buried a fist in her hair, yanking her closer. I thrust up, not gentle, not kind…just hungry.

So, so fucking hungry.

The same thunderstorm that echoed outside vibrated in my blood, demanding I claim more.

My bones bruised against the floor as I forced her all the way onto my lap, driving as deep as I could inside her.

She moaned as her forehead crashed against my shoulder and her arms wrapped tight around me.

Her hug hurt me. Fuck, it hurt.

But being inside her cancelled out that hurt, layering it with something else instead.

Something I wanted more than life itself.

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