personal.
Between the arousing photos and Jillian’s talented mouth working his cock, pure, unadulterated lust bolted through him, the rush so hot and deep he knew he was on the verge of combusting. There were so many more pages still left to see, but right now he wanted the real Jillian, flesh and blood and the clasp of her soft, warm sheathe enveloping him, instead of her mouth.
Setting the book on the table to finish looking at later, he wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her lips free of his cock. “Ah, shit,” he groaned, both relieved and disappointed by the loss of all that silky, suctioning heat. “You need to stop. That feels too damned good.”
Her lips were parted and glistening, her gaze heavy-lidded and beguiling as she looked up at him from between his spread legs. “Then let me finish.”
“Not tonight,” he said, his voice gruff. “I want to be balls deep inside you when I come.”
She laughed softly. “Look at you, being all romantic,” she teased, and rose to her feet so she was standing in front of him. “How about you unwrap me first?”
She toyed with the ribbons lacing up the right side of her negligee, from hip to just under her arm. Reaching out, he placed his hand just above her knee then gradually skimmed his palm up her smooth thigh until his fingers disappeared into the slit of the gown and his thumb grazed the soft, very wet lips of her sex.
Ahhh, no panties, just as he’d thought .
She swallowed back a moan and pushed her hips against his hand, clearly wanting a deeper, firmer touch. Not yet ready for her to come, either, he left her aching and instead tugged on the ribbons securing the two panels of black silk fabric. He unlaced the criss-cross pattern until he held the long, thin strip of material in his hand, and the sides of her negligee fluttered open.
He glanced up at Jillian, his lips twitching with a wicked smile. “You do realize how handy this ribbon is, don’t you?” Thoughts of tying her hands behind her back while he fucked her danced in his head, tempting him.
She rolled her eyes and put him in his place in a way only his wife could. “You don’t always have to be the one in control, Dean. Tonight, I’d prefer mutual pleasure. And I want to be able to touch you.”
“Fine.” He exhaled a begrudging sigh that was completely feigned and dropped the ribbon to the floor. “Next time, then.”
“You are such a little boy sometimes,” she chided, clearly amused by his indignation for not getting his way.
There was no point in denying her claim. “Now take off the rest of the gown so I can look my fill of you.”
With a shrug of her shoulders, she let both straps fall down her arms, and the silky fabric slithered down her body until it pooled around her feet and she was as naked as he was. The blood heated in his veins as he raked his gaze along the length of her, refueling the pulse of need throbbing in his dick. Her body was lush and curvy and so fucking perfect, and he couldn’t wait another second to be inside her.
“Come here and straddle my cock so I can get as deep as possible,” he ordered, not caring that he was getting demanding, when he’d promised he’d give his wife romance tonight. Well, tough shit. He wanted her too badly to go slow and sweet.
She moved over his lap, her legs on either side of his thighs, her palms resting on his shoulders. He took his thick, rigid cock in his hand, rubbed the tip along her slick folds, and positioned the burgeoning head right at her entrance. “Take me, baby girl,” he said, his voice rough and desperate. “ All of me, all at once.”
She came down on him in one smooth, fluid movement, taking him to the hilt until she was impaled fully on his steel rod. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down even harder, then tilted her hips and thrust upward, so there was absolutely nothing separating the two of them. She shuddered and cried out in surprise, her fingernails digging into his