Make Me Forget - Page 54

“I’m glad,” he said, and despite her intense arousal and focus on the vibrator, her gaze leapt to his face. His expression appeared genuinely gratified. Relieved, even? Surely it was an illusion, that he seemed to care so much that her sexual turn-ons coincided so well with his.

“Were you masturbating? Before I knocked on your door tonight?”

“What?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Just answer me. And be honest.”

Her gaze skittered anxiously between the bullet hovering so close to her puckered nipple and his face.

“Yes,” she gasped unevenly.

He looked hard and satisfied at once. “And what did you think of while you touched yourself?”

Heat rushed into her cheeks. Her head fell back on the pillow. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me say it.”

“Say it. But only if it’s true.”

“You know I thought about you,” she blurted out in frustration. “You know I thought of what you did to me last night on the boat. I haven’t been able to think of hardly anything else since then. Oh God,” she shouted, because suddenly his lips covered her nipple and he was sucking her into his mouth. She writhed in agony, but the positioner held firm. Her nipple popped out of his suctioning mouth a moment later. He looked up, still tonguing her erect, reddened nipple lasciviously. She groaned at the intensely erotic sight. He lunged forward, quick as a flash, and pierced her open lips with his tongue. He kissed her with the savage urgency she was coming to expect of him, yet she knew she’d never get used to it. Never stop craving.

“Your eyes and your hair, your beautiful body,” he grated out next to her well-kissed, puffy lips a moment later while she panted, “all of those things turn me on. But your honesty . . .” Her eyes sprang wide and she jumped, because he’d just worked the tip of the vibrator between her labia and was directly stimulating her clit. Her nerves sizzled. Oh God, she couldn’t breathe—

“I think I want your honesty most of all. Now give it to me.”

She ignited. It felt strange and unbelievably good climaxing while restrained in the positioner, Jacob’s hungry stare on her face while she shuddered in pleasure. She felt both controlled and yet utterly in control, like she was in a free fall with a safety net always just inches beneath her. She fell for what felt like an eternity before she nestled down into the security of the restraint, coming to herself at the sensation of Jacob nuzzling her breasts and then running his lips across her ribs. He’d removed the vibrator from her clit, which must explain why she was drawing full—if erratic—breaths into her lungs. His lips brushed across her heaving belly. He hovered just above her mons and inhaled.

“I love your scent,” she heard him say gruffly.

She could smell it, too, the fragrance of her pleasure perfuming the air. Biting her lip, she watched as his head lowered. He kissed her labia just above her clitoris, the gesture solemn. Then he was kissing her again, worshiping the tender skin inside her knee and sweeping his lips along the inside of her thigh. This, too, struck her as sweet. Arousing. That such a strong, demanding man could also make her feel precious was a revelation. Because of the restraint, she couldn’t duck and hide, or try to reciprocate the pleasure to alleviate the poignancy of the moment. All she could do was lie there and submit to the experience of being prized.

He ran his tongue along the top, inner portion of her thigh, that strip of skin directly next to her sex. She knew she was probably wet there from her arousal. He gathered her juices with his tongue.

He looked up when she turned her head on the pillow and whimpered.

“Is it too much?” he asked her, his deep voice seeming to caress her prickly, sensitive skin.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” she whispered miserably. How could she speak aloud what she was feeling in that moment, put words to the heavy, sweet ache in her chest?

He reclined on the bed again on his side, his groin pressing against her naked hip. She shut her eyes at the exciting sensation. He came up on one elbow, his face hovering over her, and cupped her jaw.

“Then we’ll use the vibrator again if it feels too intimate. But I’ll warn you, I’m not going to wait much longer before I taste you.”

She opened her lips to tell him no, that wasn’t what she’d been thinking. It’d been the intimacy of the unfolded moment that had crowded her consciousness, not anxiety about the shocking closeness of oral sex. But then he was kissing her, more gently this time, but forceful and demanding nevertheless. He pushed the tip of the vibrator again, sliding it between her labia. The friction built so quickly. She didn’t want the mechanical caress, though. It was his touch she wanted. His fingers. His lips. His tongue. But the vibrator was nothing if not precise, and his kiss drugged her. Soon, she felt herself rising to the crest again.

He broke their increasingly wild kiss and studied her face with a narrowed stare. His gaze transferred to her flushed breasts and tight nipples.

“I can’t take it anymore. I want to be inside you when you come this time.”

“Yes,” she muttered, spinning from arousal.

He flipped onto his back and fleetly unfastened his shorts. Before he lowered them, he removed a condom from the back pocket. She lifted her head off the pillow, watching him as he jerked both the shorts and a pair of snug boxer briefs over his straining cock. His heavy erection sprung free and thumped onto his belly. Was it the restraint that redoubled her craving for him, the knowledge that she couldn’t just reach out and touch that straight, thick shaft or that plump, defined cockhead anytime she chose? It drove her crazy.

A moment of disappointment went through her when he knelt between her spread thighs and rolled on the condom. She wanted him in her naked. She wanted to see her own juices slicking the shaft and gathering beneath the thick rim of that cockhead. God, he really had transformed her into a needy slut, to be thinking such things.

She held her breath as he edged closer between her suspended, restrained thighs, his sheathed cock protruding from his body. He planted one hand in the mattress next to her waist. With the hand that was bound to the primary restraint above her waist, she reached with her fingers, touching his wrist, caressing his skin. It was the tiniest of caresses, but electricity tingled through her at the contact. His gaze shot up to meet hers. Had he felt it, too?

She felt something hard and firm next to her sex. He rubbed the head of his cock between her labia.

“Oh,” she mumbled shakily. He glided smoothly against her lubricated flesh, but the pressure was firm. It made her burn. She heard it: the wet, sucking sound of his hard cock moving in her soft, wet flesh. She grabbed at his wrist, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure swamped her.

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