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His hands came up to her shoulders and then to her neck and the base of her head, cradling her to his lips. Mouths met in a seeking rush to fuse together. He thrust his tongue deep into her, sweeping in a wide circle, searing over every plane of her mouth. When he pulled back, he sucked her tongue as far as he could pull it until his lips popped off with a wet draw. And then he delved back in for more.
Movement became as necessary as breathing. She couldn’t help the slow grinding her hips fell into as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Wide palms left her head and slipped down to cup her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers met to pinch the centers, drawing them into even tighter bundles. The glory of it brought forth a deep moan and a steep arch to her back. She needed to get her body closer—
“I meant what I said. Before… I want in you,” he breathed, his mouth now at her neck. His teeth came onto her skin and bit gently.
“Yesssss, please,” she begged.
Jeremy pushed her backward, his hands supporting her shoulder blades as he laid her far down onto the mattress so her head was now near the foot of the bed.
She was aware of him changing positions, transferring to his knees and opening her legs, bending her knees, splaying her wide for mounting, but that wasn’t what he did. Instead, he did something much different. Something so shocking and so unexpected she would have frozen in mortification, that was, until she felt it.
Oh dear God in heaven and the angels! Was that his mouth on her nether parts? Lips to lips, tongue to quim, soft to soft. Sweet unimaginable bliss… Oh God, she was going to die from the exquisite pleasure. Georgina was going to die and love every lick and swirl, every sucking draw, and every penetration of his tongue inside her as she moved toward death. He’d told her he wanted in her, and he was, thank Christ! Please let it go on forever—
He started with long, slow licks, like she was a cat he petted. Each pass over her slit opened the folds a little more until her swollen nub was revealed itself for special attention. He covered it with his lips and drew it in a suck that slammed her hips right up off the bed as she ground against the sweet torture.
When he entered her with his tongue as far as he could get it, she could feel his nose pressing hard above. He cupped her bottom to lift her closer. Mouth, tongue, and lips worked together to ravish her sex, holding her captive, a slave to the sensations that drove her toward incineration.
The orgasm was so powerful, she cried out. No, it was more of a shout, but she couldn’t help it in the slightest because another one followed so quickly on its heels. The pleasure gripped her, shot her body to a place where she shattered apart, completely blown, no skeleton left inside her skin to keep her from becoming liquid.
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Ensnared in the gratification of pleasuring her, Jeremy felt the contractions of her orgasm on his tongue. That, and the taste of her honey down his throat and the sounds she was making, flipped a switch in him. He knew he was crossing into dangerous territory—a place he’d sworn he wouldn’t go with her.
But he loved Gina. He wouldn’t hurt her. Goddamnit! The need to break free of all this restraint was just so overpowering he couldn’t—stop. He just couldn’t hold back what he was going to do—
He twisted up so fast, and before he even knew what he’d done, he had both of her wrists gripped firmly in one hand. His other palm supported his weight. He penetrated her convulsing core, and the fucking started. Yes…oh, yes! Glorious, demanding, animalistic fucking. The kind that was all about carnality and, in its crushing dominance, pretty much blotted out every other paradigm he held to. His mouth found its way to her neck, latched on, and bit. None too gently.
He worked her wickedly fast, and if his sexed-up mind could even deduce that he should hold back for fear of scaring her, at least he didn’t last long.
A minute or so of fierce pumping and he was ejaculating and moaning into her throat, thrusting slower but getting his seed worked up in her good and deep. Somehow in his befogged brain, his male awareness told him this was imperative. Get it up inside!
When at last he stilled, it was more of a collapse than anything.
He wasn’t even sure if he might have lost consciousness, and for how long. The first thing he felt were Gina’s wrists coming away from his now-slackened grip. That jolted him into wakefulness real quick. He pushed up on his palms and looked down at her. Oh no! No—no—no—no—no!
Her eyes were closed, and the streak of a tear tracked from each. On her neck was a huge love bite, the delicate skin marking quickly from the voracious nursing he’d done.
“What have I done? Gina. Oh, fuck…goddamn! Forgive me…”
Her eyes snapped open. She looked stricken, just absolutely devastated, pinned underneath him, his cock still halfway stiff, buried to his balls. Shallow breaths moved her beautiful breasts up and down.
“No, Jeremy…” she told him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
—John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667)
The sight of her husband leaping off her and out of the room was not what Georgina was expecting.
“No! I am well, truly! Wait! Jeremy, wait!” She called after him, but he didn’t even slow, like he didn’t even hear her.
She did not get up immediately because she couldn’t. Her body was sapped after that session with him on the bed. Hell’s bells! Her blood hummed from what he’d done to her in a very good and very wonderful way.
