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There was no way for this to be a gentle kiss. Their passion ignited duelling tongues. The taste of her surged in his blood. His fingers released button after button. So desperate was his need to feel her skin. Suddenly, he tugged her blouse from her skirt. He wanted… no, this wasn’t about him. His needs and wants. He was here with the sole purpose to serve. To please. To pleasure her. Jonah broke the kiss. Their breathing was harsh but in sync. Confusion dotted Brontë’s expression.
“Why—”
“From here on out, you don’t have to think about anything. Don’t worry about what comes next. I will take care of your every need. Can you do that? Let me give you what you truly desire.”
Passion blazed in her eyes. Jonah knew he was asking a lot of her. She was used to being in control. For this to work, she would have to turn it over to him. As time stretched on without her response, he became worried she wouldn’t be able to do as asked. Just when Jonah gave up hope, she dropped her gaze to the floor. In a hushed tone, she gave him consent. “Yes, I can do that.”
Without a word, he pulled her farther into the room. Walked behind her. Stopped. Anticipation buzzed in the air. He registered the change in her breath from steady to shallow. The seconds ticked by. Brontë shifted her weight from one foot to the next. Nothing. He gave nothing. She turned her head slightly.
“Jo—” With a firm grip on her nape, he halted her movement.
“Shh. Remember what you promised. I got you. Don’t move or speak unless I tell you to. Nod if you understand.” His voice was gravel. Her nod was curt. He smiled. First, he unbuttoned the cuff of her blouse, then he slipped it off her shoulders. His hand trailed the softness of skin, and he suppressed a shudder.
Brontë first.He admonished himself. After discarding her blouse, he removed the bra's hooks. Her body was tense. Jonah could sense how badly she wanted to know what would happen next. He smiled as his hands squeezed her hips. Slowly, deliberately, the zipper was separated. Throughout the room, there was a sound of metal parting. The surprise of finding her naked under her skirt sent a jolt to his cock. Well, that was a pleasant revelation.
“Here, allow me to help you take off your shoes,” Jonah knelt and instructed her as he helped her slip out of one and then the other pump. She stood before him on bare feet. While prostrated, he admired her delicate ankles, her sexy calf muscles, and her thick rich thighs that led to her lush ass that sat high, topped off by dimples in her lower back. His perusal stopped there. As his hands itched to explore what his eyes feasted on. His fingers wrapped around her ankles.So very soft.Then caressed her calves.Silky smooth.He continued up to her thighs. They would make a perfect cushion as he feasted on her.
“Part your legs.” His tone was laboured. His resolve was to satisfy her. Only then would he partake and have his fill. She was slow to obey. So, he issued a warning tap on her left cheek.
“H—” She squeaked but was cut off.
“Did you forget the rules so quickly? Do not speak unless I tell you to. Now be a good girl and part those thighs for me.”
Despite her slight huff of indignation, Brontë did as she was told. Parting her legs so Jonah’s hands could gain access. His fingers brushed against her nether lips and felt a slight moisture. He acquainted himself with the feel of her plumpness as he traced one lip and then the other. Jonah could sense the tension in her thighs. She was on edge… didn’t know what to expect, just the way he wanted it. His thump flicked her protruding hood, causing her to jump at his touch. The sensation caused her legs to tremble. Her breath caught in her throat as his middle finger abruptly parted her folds and slide into her heated core.
“Ahhh,” she cried out at the intrusion.
Brontë’s heat was so inviting, his cock jumped in anticipation. She was nowhere near ready, though. He slid into her sheath repeatedly. The strokes stoked her desire. Building her want. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to urge him to do more.
“Stay still.” He commanded. His tone held an edge and offered no tenderness. She let out a frustrated huff, but did as she was told. Well, sort of, her thighs remained still. But her center squeezed around his finger in defiance. Her hands became tight balls, displaying her frustration as he slid his finger out of her heat. A moment passed. The quiet was deafening. His finger hovered at her entrance… unmoving. Jonah could feel her frustration. Another moment passed, and she remained quiet and unmoving. Her reward? Another finger joined the first as he plunged into her. This time, there were no gentle strokes. His fingers dove into her with ferocity. In, out. It wasn’t an effortless task. Her walls gripped and tried to hold his finger hostage.
“Ooh,” she bit back her moan as he rammed against that hidden spongy spot. Becoming wetter with every stroke.
“You are doing so well.” He praised her as his digits worked her sheath. Her walls pulsed around his dual appendages. Her intoxicating arousal filled the air. The tanginess made his mouth water. She was so close.
“I want to hear you now, Angel.”
“Ahh. I’m so close.” She panted.
Jonah drilled deep inside her sheath… his fingers spread as he worked her core.
“Just like that—” she trailed off as she rocked unsteadily on the heels of her feet. Then her walls tightened so fiercely around him it halted his movements. Shuddering around him as she moaned in satisfying relief, her release flooded his fingers, running past his wrist. The sensation was so captivating that he wanted to enjoy it for a moment, but she swayed slightly. Moving quickly, he slipped from her and pulled her to him.
“You did so well, Angel.” Jonah praised. He couldn’t resist the urge to suck her essence from his digits. Sweet. Tangy. Absolutely delicious. There was no harm in him indulging himself. They had a long night ahead. Now he knew how much she could take.
Her voice was muffled as she burrowed into his chest. She needed a moment, and he would give it to her. He scooped her up into his arms and laid her across the bed.
“That was… How did you do that?” Jonah smiled. He knew what she meant, but he wasn’t ready to explore that just yet. Instead, he made his way to the washroom and got a washcloth, and regrettably wiped the evidence of her release away. It would be the first for the night, but they were just getting started.
ChapterFive
Touch yourself!
“You still have on all your clothes,” Brontë purred as she reached for him. While he appreciated that she was eager to have him join her. Jonah was nowhere ready to relinquish control.
“I thought we established the rules. You aren’t to speak unless given my permission.” His voice was steel.
“But you already made me come.” Her brow wrinkled in confusion. Did she really think her pleasure would comprise one measly release? She deserved so much more, and he would give it to her.
