Page 55 of Making Over Maris

He nudged deeper. Wiggled around. Explored her inner—

Oh, God!

He found a place, massaged a spot that sent shards of electricity dancing along every nerve. And once he found it, he refused to let it go. He played with it, came at it from this angle and that, stroking and rubbing and driving her wild.

“Oh, Jack!” She clutched at his head, buried in her lap as it was, ground into his intimate kiss, writhing and shuddering and howling as he simultaneously stroked that spot and sucked her clit and plucked at her nipples.

Ah yes, he had found those too.

This time when the crisis took her, her destruction was absolute.

Ecstasy, agony, mind-fucking-blowing pleasure flooded her.

She dissolved into insensible bliss, shaking and crying and thrilling to the exquisite torment he drew upon her.

It seemed to last forever.

When she returned to herself, panting and whimpering, he was still lapping at her. As though he never wanted to stop.

She pulled him back.

She hated to pull him back—his ministrations were still sending ripples of pleasure through her—but there was something else she wanted.

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

“Fuck me, Jack. Your cock. Now.”

“Oh, God.” He leaped up and ran from the room.

Sara froze. Her heart took a painful dive and landed flat on the pavement.

Todd had run, exactly like that.

What the fuck?

Was there something that wrong with her?

Had she scared him that mu—

But he was back before her thoughts had time to take hold and in his hand… Ah. A foil packet.

He remembered.

Thank God he remembered. She, sure as shit, hadn’t.

Relief and delight and a fresh wave of anticipation inundated her.

He rearranged himself between her legs and bent his head again, soothing her pussy with long, slow strokes as he pulled down his sweatpants, releasing his cock—heavy, full and ready. He slipped on the condom and looked up at her.

His lips were damp—she loved that they were damp with her dew. His eyes were wide. Intent. The muscles of his cheeks bunched. “Are-are you ready?”

“Yes, Jack,” she said. “I’ve been ready for a while.” She spread her legs wider.

He rearranged her a bit and levered up on the sofa and took his cock in his hand, staring at it as he guided it to her channel.

She knew his length. Knew his girth. She’d measured him with her mouth earlier. But seeing it now—she shivered. He was…well-endowed. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.