AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No fair. We’re supposed to go together this time,” she said with a whimper.
Before he knew what she was doing, she’d pushed him, rolled him over so she could straddle him on the floor. “Better.”
Looking up at what had to be the most glorious sight on the planet, he had to agree.
Kate stared down at him, seeing the passion and admiration he could never have feigned. He was hard beneath her bottom, and close to where she wanted him. She shifted slightly until his penis slid into the wet folds of skin concealing her opening.
He growled.
“What? Not good?” She knew damn well it was.
“You know it’s good. It’s just not enough.”
“Anxious, are we?”
He ripped open the condom with his teeth, showing her how anxious he was. She took a glance at their reflection, amazed at the sensuality of the moment. She slid back and forth over him, using his hardness to stroke her clitoris until she gasped.
“You like watching, too.” Jack’s stare met hers in the mirror.
She nodded. Then, knowing he watched her every move, Kate slid her hands up her body, until she cupped her own breasts.
“Keep going.”
She did, catching her nipples between her fingers. “Mmm. But not as good as your hands.”
He complied, replacing her hands with his own, then leaning up to suck one nipple deeply into his mouth.
Kate had her first orgasm instantaneously. She was still shuddering from it as she plucked the condom from his fingers and moved out of the way to roll it down over him.
When he was fully sheathed, she held herself above him. She caught his stare and held it. Then, with aching precision and slowness, she slid down on him, taking him completely into her body, inch by endless inch, until he’d filled her up so much she felt complete for the first time in ages.
“Yes,” she said with a contented sigh.
“Yes,” he echoed.
She didn’t move at first, just sat there, absorbing him, stroking him with muscles deep within her body. She saw him clench his fist and tilt his head back in pleasure.
“More?”
He nodded, reaching for her hips. “Definitely more, Kate.”
Then he started to move below her, thrusting upward. She met every stroke with one of her own, amazed at how quickly their bodies synchronized to one another.
It was hot. Energetic. Frenzied.
But also something else. There were moments when they’d meet each other’s eyes and smile. When he’d reach up to brush her hair off her sweat-dampened cheek. Or he’d rub his thumb across her lower lip, then tug her down for a slow, wet kiss that somehow felt even more personal than the mating of their lower bodies.
He’d slow the pace, drag out the pleasure, until Kate felt her legs tremble with near exhaustion.
“Let me,” he said as he held her around the waist. He rolled her over, staying inside her, his face inches from hers. Another kiss. Another stroke.
She turned her head and saw them in the mirror. Saw him holding his beautifully hard body above hers on his thick, strong arms. Saw his shoulders flex, his back strain, his gorgeous, tight butt move up and down as he pumped into her over and over again, so deep she had to gasp for breath. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his hips and met him thrust for thrust.
She sensed the minute he’d gone too far to hold back. And as soon as he had, he braced himself on one arm, bringing his other hand between their bodies. “Come with me, honey.”
And, of course, Kate did.
“I’M SORRY I didn’t call,” he whispered a few minutes later. They lay together on the newly carpeted floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging lazy kisses and slow caresses.
He felt her stiffen against him. Then she asked, “Sorry because you had to wait for this?”
“No, I’m not sorry that way. I mean, I apologize for not calling you, Kate. I thought I had good reasons—and maybe I did. But I thought about you constantly and I never stopped wanting to see you again.”
She tilted her head back to study his face. “Good reasons. And that’s all you’re going to say?”
He nodded once, knowing he couldn’t elaborate. The truth of the long-term relationship between his father and her mother was tough enough for him to deal with. He didn’t want to burden Kate with it. Her mother was still alive—the past needed to die.
