Lying her down on the bed, I broke away from her lips to trail kisses from her neck to her shoulders, then to her chest. With one hand, I pulled one side of her strap down, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Fuck me. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Her breast was firm and her nipple was hard. I couldn’t help but marvel at it for a second before I felt Tara tugging at my head. I flicked my tongue out and teased her a little before placing her whole nipple into my mouth. Tara moaned and I sucked a little as her breathing became heavier and heavier.
Beneath me, she was moaning and desperately trying to rub her crotch against mine. She was desperate for a release. I knew she was because I was just as desperate.
With my other hand, I pulled the other side of her dress down and carried on until it was completely free from her. She was naked now. No underwear. No barriers between us. It was almost as if she knew I was coming and she was waiting for me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I stared down at her nakedness, her flawless skin, the burns that bastard of an ex-husband had marked her with. As with every time, I bent down to kiss those marks because, no matter how many times she told me they were ugly, they were a part of her. Every bit of her was beautiful. He had tried to taint that beauty, but it didn’t work. She was simply breathtaking.
“Jimmy…,” she breathed as I kissed around her belly button and down towards her hips.
“Every part of you…” I kissed her hip. “Brings me…” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “To my…” I kissed her other thigh as I spread her legs apart. “Knees…”
I bent down and placed a finger around her entrance. I could already see she was aroused, but I needed to feel her. I needed to taste her.
Placing my finger inside her, Tara moaned and lifted up her hips to meet me. I didn’t disappoint. I flicked her clit with my tongue as I pushed my finger deeper.
“Oh god, Jimmy. That feels so good.”
I couldn’t help the smile. “More?”
I saw her nod with her eyes closed. She licked her lips and wriggled her hips, making me want to blow.
“Yes. More. Please.”
She was begging and I wasn’t going to keep her waiting. I went back to licking her delicious pussy. She was just how I remembered.
“Fuck, I’ve missed the taste of you. I can’t get enough of it.” I was so far gone by now, I replaced one finger with two and went back to lapping her up.
“Fuck, Jimmy. You’re going to make me come too quickly if you keep on… Oh shit!”
I ignored her pleas as my selfish side needed her to come soon before I exploded. I needed to be inside her so badly, my balls were almost strangling themselves. Fuck, it was painful.
I could feel my arm flexing as I pushed in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her little nub, which I couldn’t stop licking, was rock hard now. I swirled and danced my tongue around it, making sure her pussy got the best attention. It was her moans and her cries for me that did me in every time, especially when she came. Her screams were something else.
I pushed on, feeling Tara tensing beneath me. Her orgasm was imminent and I wasn’t going to stop. I kept on licking and sucking that hard nub of hers.
“Shit, Jimmy, I’m going to–” She screamed out my name over and over again as I gently danced my tongue on her. Her pussy clenched so tightly on my fingers, I almost passed out from the feel of it. Eventually, she started calming and I worked her down, watching her as she withered and moaned beneath me. My god, she was stunning.
When her breathing calmed a little, I pulled my fingers out of her and kissed tenderly around her pussy. “Tara, you were fucking awesome.”
Tara opened her eyes and smiled at me. “I could say the same for you.” Sitting up, she pointed to my jeans. “Now it’s your turn.”
I didn’t hesitate. I shot up, undid my jeans, and pulled them down, relieved when I managed to set my boy free. He was eternally grateful. I could feel it.
I yanked my trainers off and pushed my jeans off, stepping out of them. I looked up to find Tara looking at my Johnson.
“Johnson looks angry.” Tara smiled at me mischievously. The second time we had sex, I kind of let it slip I called him that.
“Johnson is very happy to see you. He hasn’t seen you in a very, very long time, and he wants to get reacquainted.”
Tara beckoned with her finger. “Well, Johnson better come over here then.”
I growled and practically lunged for her. I was so worked up, all I wanted to do was be inside her as quickly as possible.
Without even asking if it was okay, I pulled Tara down beneath me and sank my cock deep inside of her. Tara moaned, and I couldn’t help the one that escaped me. She felt so warm, so tight, so fucking perfect.
“Jimmy, what about a condom?”
I stayed inside of her and gently kissed her mouth. “No barriers. I want to feel you. I need to feel you. Is that okay?”
Tara smiled and nodded. I knew it was selfish of me to do it before asking, but I just got out of control. I always did when I was around her, but it was even worse because I had been without it for the last three weeks.
The minute I saw her nod, I was on the move, careful not to hurt her. She felt good, though. Way too damn good.
Wrapping her legs around me, Tara moved so that her hips were tilted. It was just the right angle to go deeper. Fuck, it was glorious.
“Jimmy…?” she breathed.
“Yes?” It was a wonder I could get the word out. I was buried so deep in her, even words escaped me.
“I want to be on top.”
I stopped abruptly and looked at her. I didn’t want to move from where I was right now, but if my baby wanted to be on top, then I was going to let her be on top.
Swinging her over, Tara squealed and laughed. I was determined to stay inside her…at all costs.
Once we were in our positions, Tara pushed up and ran her hands down my chest. A rumble vibrated from me as Tara moved her hands to cup her breasts.
“Beautiful…just beautiful.”
Tara smiled, then her hips started moving. I closed my eyes for a second and let myself feel what it was like to have her on top. I liked control, but I could get used to this. Every movement of her hips was like sweet fucking torture.
As she sped up and moaned, I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me time and time again. I could feel my balls tightening. The look of her bouncing on my cock, her magnificent breasts dancing up and down, was something else, but the fact that her pussy felt like no other I have ever been inside before was my undoing.
“Tara, fuck me, you’re going to make me come.”
I grabbed her hips forcibly and practically rammed her onto me time and time again. I could feel the buildup, feel my balls get heavier and heavier as my dick throbbed for its release.
Tara moaned my name and I felt her walls squeezing my cock. That was it for me. I exploded inside of her like a fucking tidal wave. “Tara!” I screamed as I yanked her on top of me one last time before letting her collapse on my chest.
Sex never got old, but sex with Tara made me feel like I had been created solely for her pleasure. Her pleasure was my pleasure. I could understand that now. I got what it was like to feel that happiness brewing inside you, knowing you had made the person you cared about happy. And I did care about Tara. I cared about her more than she realized.
“Wow…,” she breathed, nuzzling her nose into my chest.
I smiled. “Totally fucking wow. If I thought I would get a greeting like that, I would have come back sooner.”
She looked up at me. “Why didn’t you?”
I smiled, pulling her hair out of her bun and watched as it cascaded down her shoulders. She simply took my breath away. “You know… Fear of rejection, not wanting to make a fool of myself, Thunder Tara raining down on my ass… That sort of thing.”
“Hey!” she squealed, nudging me in the ribs as I laughed.
I brushed a
strand of hair away from her face. “Truth?” She nodded. “I was scared. We decided not to see one another again, so I didn’t know how you would take me turning up outside your door.”
Tara regarded me for a moment. “Well, I must admit, I was really surprised to see you.”
“You were?” I had to press for more. Tara wasn’t one to just admit her feelings so freely.
“Yes. And the truth?” I nodded. “I was happy when I looked out the window and saw you standing there.”
I smiled and pulled her to me for another kiss. Afterward, Tara sighed and put her head back on my chest. I licked my lips and could still taste her sweet scent. It made me starving for her all over again.
“You know, the way you taste is the best flavor in the whole fucking world.”
Tara chuckled. “Really?”
I nodded. “Fucking hell, yeah!”
Tara laughed, but fell silent for a while. “So,” she started, running a finger over my chest. “How long were you planning on tasting me this time?” She chuckled again, but I knew that, under that playful manner, there was an undertone of uncertainty. Did she actually want me around?
With my arm wrapped around her, I started stroking her hair. “I was kind of thinking for as long as you’ll have me.”
Tara went deathly silent and I wondered if I had fucked up by coming on too strong, too soon. I wondered if I should say something else, come out with a fucking Jimmy special to make her think I was just joking. Then she sighed and ran her finger around my chest again.
“I’d like that.”
Feeling like the cat that ate the canary, I pulled Tara tightly to me as a smile spread across my face. Tara nuzzled her face in my chest again and, for a while, I couldn’t help but ponder one thought over and over in my head…
I wonder what forever would taste like.
Acknowledgments
Wow! What a journey. Deviant was going to be the only book in this story, but you little minxes (you know who you are) wouldn’t let me rest until I came up with a follow-up novel. I had threats of violence and even death unless I wrote another book! Lol. It was all in good jest and I’m actually glad you all gave me that kick; otherwise, I would have never done it. I just hope I delivered an ending people are be happy with now.
To be honest with you, I was a little worried going into this. No matter what, I could never bring that dark, mysterious element to book two that was in book one. To say I’m nervous about its release is an understatement. I just hope I bring the results the majority of you will be happy with.
As far as saying thank you, where do I start? Well, first of all, I want to thank my husband and two children for putting up with me! I can be a bit of a handful at times.
I want to thank my editor, Kim Young, who never fails to amaze me at just how brilliant she is. I know I keep saying it, but hey!
I want to thank my gorgeous girl, Sabine, who has been with me ever since she read Until I Met You. Sabine, you’ve been a constant for the last year and I’m so grateful that you came into my life. I love you, girl!
I also want to thank Line F. Nielsen and Serena Kett for making me laugh, and for also being there when I was down. I love all you girls!
I want to thank Give Me Books for doing my Release Day Blitz and for putting up with my emails back and forth! Kylie, you’ve been a great help.
I want to thank my pimping bitch, Debra Cameron, for pimping my book covers and teasers almost every day! You’re an absolute star, Debs! Thank you so much for all your hard work.
Lastly, I want to thank all the bloggers out there who tirelessly pimp authors. There are too many of you to mention, but you all have a special place in my heart. I want to thank you all to the moon and back for all the effort you put into making sure our books get out there. The cheekiest ones are Our Bookstars, Devilishly Dirty Book Blog, and Ladies Night In Blog. You’re all naughty little devils (you know why!), but I love you!
Other books by Jaimie Roberts
Take a Breath, and Take it Deep – Both have been pulled from Amazon for rewriting and editing. Release dates for both should be in 2015.
Until I Met You – Released 1st June 2014
Her Guardians – Released 31st August 2014
DEVIANT – Released 31st October 2014
Her Guardians Lost – Released 19th December 2014
Redemption – Released 3rd April 2015
CHAINED – Release date in 2015
A Step Too Close – Release date in 2015
Her Guardians Found – Release date in 2015
CHAINED
After the devastating loss of her parents and subsequent depression, Olivia Brown decided a move from her parent’s family home in Cambridge to a house in London would give her the fresh start she so sorely needed.
Living off her inheritance, Olivia didn’t need to work, but she knew she needed something to make her feel like life was worth living. Painting was her one true love, but that wasn’t enough. So she started a part-time job in a bar, and the rest of the time she spent at a local soup kitchen, feeding the homeless. In the mornings, she bought hot beverages for her homeless friends, but there was one who never asked. This man, having the most facial hair she’d ever seen, the most captivating eyes she’d ever stared at, remained aloof. He never said a word to anyone, and never once looked her way. However, all this did was make Olivia want to find out more about this mysterious man hiding behind a face full of hair.
One perilous evening, her wish came true.
On the way back from working at the bar, Olivia was attacked. She screamed for help, relieved when her cries are answered...but surprised when she saw who her rescuer was. It was the eyes. It was the hair. It was none other than the mysterious homeless man.
That night, Olivia learned two things. One, his name was Kit, and two, Kit had skills… skills which didn’t fit a man living on the streets.
Day after day, Olivia slowly pushed the boundaries, coaxing out the man hiding behind the hair. Kit Chain wasn’t only trained like men she watched in movies, he was also the most beautiful. Bit by bit, Olivia managed to break down his walls, revealing secrets that would change her life. Secrets that would put both of them in terrible danger.
However, there was one thing about secrets...
Everyone had them.
A Step Too Close
There has never been a time in my life when I’ve considered myself a slut... until now.
I am a slut.
I’m the worst scum of the universe. And do you want to know why?
I slept with a man I can’t get out of my head. It was supposed to be a one-time thing with no attachments and no commitments. No names were exchanged, no phone numbers swapped. And that was fine by me... until I lay awake at night, dreaming about that man’s caress. Wanting and yearning to feel his touch once more.
I had to get over it. I couldn’t let anyone inside my head or my heart. They would only let me down. I’d get over it. In time, I’d shake him from my mind.
But one day, my fantasies of seeing this man become an all-too-consuming, nightmarish reality. Suddenly, he is in my house, that cocky grin of his silently promising more to come.
And the reason being? His father is getting married to my mother. We are going to be family.
I am in the seven circles of hell, but not only because, day after day and night after night, I’ll see the eyes of the man who penetrated me in more ways than I ever experienced. His look alone consumes my soul and makes me beg for more. I fight him at every turn, but I know I’ll crack one day because of the slut I am. I’ll crack because to deny myself what my body craves will be like denying myself the air I breathe. He wants me, and is determined to get me at all costs. I’m his obsession, and I’ve just become a slave to his infatuation... to the games he likes to play. The games he knows will have me surrendering to his will.
But that’s not the only problem. That’s not the reason I am a slut.
The year before I met my so
on-to-be step-brother, Hunter, the year I made a decision that will ultimately end up destroying my very soul...
I lost my virginity to Hunter’s dad.
Author Bio
Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer. She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
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