Page 51 of Fierce-Jonah


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“Positive,” she said. “I feel like we are going to spontaneously combust if we don’t get this out of the way.”

“Out of the way?” he asked.

“Shut up, Jonah,” she said, yanking him into her apartment. “Just kiss me.”

He bent down and picked her up under her arms, her legs went around his waist and their mouths found each other fast. This whole thing was going to be fast. She knew it and she was totally fine with it.

“Couch or bed?” he asked.

“Where you land first works for me,” she said. Considering he’d gotten her off on her kitchen counter last time, anything would be an improvement.

He’d found her couch and she realized she’d have to get a condom in the bathroom unless he had one on him.

His hands were busy going under her shirt though, his mouth never leaving hers. She didn’t have a chance to ask. She figured they’d get to it at some point.

The next thing she knew, her shirt was lifted up over her head and his mouth left hers to move to her breasts. He was kissing the swell exposed out the top of her bra, then his hands went under her back and very efficiently unhooked and removed her bra.

She didn’t want to think about the comment she’d heard about Raina’s brothers bringing women home after a few dates. It’d been more than a few she’d been around Jonah. At least she was telling herself that.

Not that she could think of much when his mouth latched onto her nipple. “We need a condom,” she finally blurted out. There, she said it before she forgot.

“I’ve got it covered,” he said, his teeth grazing a perky nipple, then his tongue coming out to lap it up.

Megan arched her back, her hands going to his hair and holding his head in place.

“I’m going to come again soon if you don’t do something else,” she said. “I’d really like to do it with you inside of me this time.”

He moved off of her and she got to see his eyes. How dark they were as they stared at her half dressed on the couch.

Her hands went to the button on her jeans as his shirt was whipped over his head. She was toeing her shoes off and he was dropping his jeans and underwear down as his shoes came off too.

He pulled a condom out of his wallet, then opened it and covered himself. “I’d like to go slower, but you aren’t giving me much of a choice.”

“If you didn’t just put that on, my mouth would have covered you.”

He all but dove on her small couch, lifted her hips up and thrust inside of her. “You are pushing every button I’ve got.”

“Push me back,” she said, her hips moving fast back and forth. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been filled this deeply or this much before and it felt wonderful. Marvelous. Spectacular.

There was part of her that just wanted to stay there and feel him inside of her, but the other part knew there was so much more to experience.

His hands slid under her back and pushed her up closer, then he got on one knee, the other foot seemed to be on the floor. There was no way they were fitting on here to lie down and he was doing the best he could.

She tried to open wider for him, but he had it covered and all she could do was lie there while he gave her exactly what she’d been asking for.

Her voice was loud, the noises coming out of her mouth like never before. She wished she had enough willpower to open her eyes, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. Who needed to when everything felt this good.

“I’m so close,” she said.

It was like that was the sign he needed to go into overdrive. She wasn’t sure how her couch was able to support the action happening, but it was holding them up. It wouldn’t matter to her if it crashed to the ground right now. She’d only be upset if Jonah stopped before he got her to see that lovely rainbow that she was moving fast toward.

“I can’t last much longer.”

“Right now,” she said. “Don’t stop!”

Everything in her was exploding in a ray of lights and noises. The noises were probably from her. The lights, she had no idea but she was going with it.

There did seem to be some from Jonah as he let out a few grunts and then collapsed on top of her.

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