by Leah Brooke
Standing on her toes, she brushed her lips over his jaw, her eyes closing as she breathed in the masculine scent of him. “Thank you for my house.”
Jeremiah bent his head, forcing her head back and staring into her eyes, a half-smile playing at his lips. “You’re very welcome.”
His eyes darkened and became hooded as he lowered his head and covered the hand she flattened on his chest with his.
“Do you realize this is the first time you’ve ever touched me?”
Maggie blinked in surprise and gave him a slow smile and moved her hand over his chest again, thrilled that the muscles bunched and tightened under her hand. Staring at his lips, she licked hers again. “We’ve been intimate. Of course I touched you.”
Jeremiah shook his head and released her hand to open his shirt, giving her a fantastic view of his very inviting chest. “We had sex, yeah, but you never reached out to touch me when you’re awake. Only when you’re sleeping. Men like to be touched, too.”
Intrigued and more than a little nervous, Maggie allowed him to take her hand in his again and bring it to his chest, sliding it inside his shirt before releasing it. Marveling at the smooth heat beneath her palm, Maggie slid her hand over the hard muscle, her eyes shooting to his when he sucked in a breath.
Keeping his eyes on hers, Jeremiah smiled, making her heart beat even faster. “It feels real good when you touch me. Do it again.” He opened his shirt the rest of the way, his movements hurried and stiffer than normal.
Delighting in the differences in their bodies, she lifted her other hand, using both to explore the magnificent sight before her. When she touched her finger to a male nipple, marveling at its texture, he jolted and hissed.
Intrigued, she did it again, her pussy clenching when he moaned.
“Does that feel the same to you as it does to me?”
The clearly defined muscles she caressed quivered as Jeremiah slid his hands to her hips. Yearning for his hands on her bare skin, she smiled and arched against him.
With a groan, he lifted her and carried her to the sofa she’d just been fantasizing about, positioning her to straddle him, settling her with her slit positioned right over where his cock bulged against his pants. “I don’t know what it feels like to you, but I like it.” Sliding his hands higher, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples poking at the front of her shirt.
Fisting her hands on his chest, she moaned and shifted on his lap, gasping when her clit made contact with the fabric of his pants.
Jeremiah groaned and used his hands on her hips to move her over his cock again. “Keep touching me.” Sliding his hands up, he opened her shirt to expose her chemise, his eyes mere slits as they settled on her breasts.
Knowing he could see her nipples clearly through the thin material made them tingle with anticipation. She wanted him to see her, touch her everywhere.
She wanted to make him forget every other woman he’d ever touched.
With her hands braced on his chest, she arched her back, wordlessly offering herself to him.
Jeremiah accepted her offer, reaching out to cup her breasts and run his thumbs lightly over her nipples. His hooded eyes flared when she moaned. “I can’t wait to have your hands on my cock.”
Remembering when he’d placed her hand on him before, only to pull it away again, she nodded, wanting desperately to know how to bring him pleasure. “Yes, let me touch you there. Show me how to please you.”
He sat up, supporting her weight with an arm across her back, and bent over her. “You’re going to please me, all right. Lift your chemise out of the way and show me those nipples.”
Trembling at his erotic command, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and moved against him, looking toward the large front window. “Somebody could see. Oh!”
Shuddering as a large hand moved to her throat and began its journey to the valley between her breasts, she threw her head back, knowing he would keep her from falling.
“I’ll kill any man who sees you this way.” He grabbed the front of her chemise and ripped it down the center, burying his face between her breasts.
The violence of his action startled her, but sent her arousal soaring. Her own needs were far from civilized, and the fact that he appeared to hunger for her the same way staggered her. Maggie slid her fingers into his hair, gripping handfuls of it and sucking in a breath when his lips closed over a nipple.
“I love these pretty little nipples, the most beautiful I ever saw.”
Tugging his hair, she growled at him, feeling more primitive and earthy by the minute. “I don’t want to hear about all those other women you took in the barn.”
“You knew about—hell.” Jeremiah scraped his teeth over a nipple in retaliation. “None of ’em was anything to me. They just made me appreciate you more.” He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, releasing it with a chuckle when she cried out and squirmed on his lap. “Besides, what good would I be to you if I didn’t know what I was doing?”
Her clit swelled, becoming so sensitive that it burned. She leaned forward, touching her forehead to his, struggling to catch her breath when his hands slid under her skirt and up her thighs to her hips. “You’d better never do this with any other women ever again.”
Running his hands in circles over her hips and buttocks, he nuzzled her jaw. “Just you, darlin’. There’s nobody else.”
Her stomach muscles tightened as he worked his way down to her breasts again, kissing each of her nipples and sending sharp ribbons of pleasure to her clit. A rush of moisture from her pussy dampened her thighs, and she couldn’t help but rock her hips, pressing her slit against him. The feel of her naked pussy against the rough fabric of his pants made her gasp, the naughty decadence in it sending her arousal soaring.
Jeremiah sat back against the sofa, pulling her with him, his mouth hovering over hers. “Darlin’, you’re irresistible. You would tempt a saint.” Squeezing the cheeks of her bottom, he grinned and teased her bottom hole. “In case you haven’t noticed, darlin’, I’m not a saint.”
His mouth covered hers, forcing her lips open and sliding his tongue past them to tangle with her own in an erotic dance that made her head swim.
The incredibly erotic sounds of their gasps for air and low moans as they feasted on each other heightened the sexual tension, and before long, they both began ripping at each other’s clothing. Pushing his shirt completely out of her way, she rubbed her breasts against his naked chest, wishing she could rub her slit against his nakedness instead of the coarse material of his pants.
His hands went to her bottom again and pulled her closer, moving her body against his with a groan. Without breaking off his kiss, he turned them both, lowering her to the rug and yanking her skirt up around her waist.
Having her pussy exposed made her even more desperate to have him touch her there, her folds tingling with anticipation. Maggie moaned and reached out for him, her eyes popping open in surprise when he took her hands in his and raised them over her head.
The effect it had on her shocked her to her core.
It lifted her breasts, leaving them vulnerable to him. The knowledge that she couldn’t cover herself or stop him from doing what he wanted to do to her tender nipples sent a ripple of alarm through her, and she instinctively fought his hold.
“Easy, darlin’.” The slash of his dimples and the wild hunger in his eyes made her heart race and eased some of her fear. He nudged her inner thighs with his knees, spreading them wider and eyeing her upraised breasts. “Now if this ain’t a pretty sight. All pink and full and mine to enjoy.”
Maggie shivered, her breath quickening when, still holding both of her hands in one of his, he began to explore her body with the other hand. Her eyes fluttered closed against the building need as his warm hand moved over her breasts. He pinched each of her nipples, teasing them until she whimpered at the sharp jolts to her clit. She drew in a sharp breath as he continued to her stomach, holding it, her muscles quivering. Knowing t
hat he would move his hand lower, she found herself frozen as the seconds ticked by, seconds filled with tense anticipation.
A brush of his fingers over the slickness at her slit made her jolt, crying out at both his touch and in frustration when he moved his hand away. She tried to close her legs, but Jeremiah’s thighs between them prevented it, holding hers wide, increasing the helpless feeling…and her arousal. Rocking her hips, she fought to get her hands free, cursing him.
Her pussy clenched with remembered pleasure. She already knew what it felt like when he entered her, what it felt like when his fingers teased her clit. And she wanted to feel it again now.
“Jeremiah, I can’t wait, damn you. Do something, or leave me alone.”
He laughed softly, the seductive sound vibrating through her. “You might as well stop struggling, honey. Now that I got you, I’m not about to let you go. I like you open this way. I get to play, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Hmm, you like that, too. You like when I have my way with you.”
He leaned over her, his overlong hair falling forward to partially shadow his face, the silky strands teasing her nipple. Watching her face while he slid a finger inside her, he smiled, a flash of white that made her heart beat faster. “Nice and wet. I’m a lucky man. I’ve got a wife who’s got a body made for lovin’, who likes everything I do to her, and who’s got a heart as big as Oklahoma.”
Maggie shook her head from side to side, arching her body and wrapping her legs around his thighs. “Jeremiah! Let go of my hands so I can touch you.” Her inner muscles clamped down on the finger that slid deep, her breath coming in shuddering gulps when he slowly withdrew. She gasped when he curled it and pressed against something so incredibly sensitive it had her crying out in need.
He released her hands, slowly running his fingers over her arm as he made his way to her shoulder. “I’d love to have your hands on my cock, darlin’, but not this time. I swear we’ll get to it, but every time I touch you I go up in flames. Your little pussy’s so soft and warm, and it’s holding on to my finger, trying to pull me in. I’m ready to come just thinking about how tight and hot it’s going to feel on my cock.”
She thrashed as he teased that wonderful spot inside her, lifting her hips to hurry his strokes. “Jeremiah, I don’t know what to do.”
She only knew that she wanted more of it. That wonderful rush of sensation lured her, teasing her with those tingles that she knew would get stronger. Nothing in her experience had ever felt so incredible, and she still found it hard to believe that a body could experience such a wonderful sensation.
She knew instinctively that no other man could make her feel what Eb and Jeremiah could make her feel, and it scared her just a little to think she could have lived her entire life without ever knowing what she missed.
The intimacy in his silky tone flowed over her, filling her with an inner warmth. “You’re doin’ just fine, honey. Just feel, and let me take care of everything.” Even the brush of his open shirt against her skin felt like a caress. The rough material of his pants on her inner thighs inflamed her and reminded her that he remained almost fully clothed while she lay there with every private part of her body exposed and on display for him.
She had no idea why that excited her even more, but it did. Her breath caught in her throat, making it difficult to draw enough air into her lungs. She gasped when his knuckles touched her inner thigh, his feather-light strokes sending streams of tingling warmth to gather at her clit and make her pussy clench with the need for his possession.
Bracing his weight on an elbow, he reached down to undo his pants, his eyes dark and wild as they narrowed on her face. “Damn, the list of things I want to do to you just keeps growing.” His gaze swept over her body as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Starting with fucking this tight pussy.”
Maggie reached for him, crying out when he thrust deep, the overwhelming sensation of being possessed never failing to startle her. She shoved his shirt from his shoulders, hungry to touch his bare skin.
His cock impaled her, the thick heat of it once again making her feel small and fragile against his strength. He slid a hand under her bottom, lifting her, and to her amazement, his cock slid even deeper inside her.
The difference in the way he took her now surprised her. She didn’t realize that sex could vary from one time to the next. It was as though he’d loosened the reins on his hunger, driving into her with a purpose and desperation that brought her own baser needs to the surface.
She responded to it in a way that shocked her, clawing at him as she fought to get even closer.
It seemed her body knew what to do even if she didn’t, knew what it wanted and made demands on Jeremiah, feminine, primitive demands that she didn’t fully understand.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as he thrust into her, wrapping her legs around him to lift herself into his strokes and crying out each time he dug at that magical place inside her.
He seemed to welcome those demands, meeting them with a forceful determination that left her breathless, her own hungers seeming to feed his.
His thighs shifted, pushing hers even wider as he began to thrust faster, his face buried against her neck. “Maggie! So fucking good. Take more, darlin’.” He nipped her earlobe, the slight sting like a jolt through her body, firing her need even more. She’d never realized sex could be so untamed and frenzied, the frantic turbulence just below the surface adding an animalistic element to it that alarmed her.
Overwhelmed by the riot of sensations and the strength of her own desires, she tucked her face beneath his jaw in a defensive effort to hide as much as she could from him, not daring to let him see her this way.
His knowledge of her body showed in every touch. The sureness of each bold move screamed of arrogant male, one who knew exactly what he did to her and the pleasure each caress gave her. He held her face pressed against his shoulder, murmuring softly to her as if understanding her insecurities even as his cock thrust deep.
Even the possibility that he could know her thoughts increased her sense of vulnerability.
She tightened her hold on him, brushing his shirt aside with her mouth and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Whimpering, she held on to him as the pressure inside her built, her body tensing as he worked that special spot inside her with amazing accuracy.
Her clit throbbed painfully and she jolted each time his body came into contact with it. It began to burn, feeling swollen and far too sensitive, making each brush against it more intense than the last.
Jeremiah groaned, working the head of his cock with deliberate precision against the spot inside her, telling her that he knew more about her body than she did. “That’s it, darlin’. Come. Now, damn it. Come for me.” His hoarse demand in her ear sent a shiver through her at the same time his cock hit that spot again.
A scream ripped from her as the pleasure seemed to explode. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, holding on for dear life as her world spun all around her.
Without warning, Jeremiah tensed and rolled to his back, keeping her head tucked against his shoulder, his hand on her bottom tightening and taking her with him. He held her there, rocking her against him, forcing her clit into contact with his body.
Wild now, Maggie took over, bracing her hands on his shoulders to take what she needed, her movements slowing as the pleasure crested and began its slow decent. Dropping her head back onto his chest, she struggled to breathe, soothed by the solid beat of his heart beneath her ear. Neither moved as she struggled for air, her body trembling helplessly against his.
With a soft chuckle he slid his hands beneath her shirt to wrap them around her.
“I love when you wiggle around. I think maybe next time I’m going to put you on top and let you ride me.”
With a soft moan, she lifted her head, and despite feeling limp and weak, her pulse raced when she saw the look of tender affection in his eyes.
“Don’t make fun of me. You know I can’t be on t
op.”
He nipped at her bottom lip before tangling his hands in her hair and giving her one of those kisses so hot it curled her toes inside her boots.
“Of course you can. How else do you think Eb and I can take you at the same time?”
He looked over her shoulder, his smile widening. With his hands at her sides, holding her, he used his thumbs to play with her nipples. “One of us will be inside you just like I’m inside you now. That leaves that tight little hole wide open and free for the other one.”
The fleeting touch on her bottom hole made her jolt, her surprise giving way to alarm when Jeremiah applied pressure to her nipples again, and she realized that he couldn’t have touched her there.
She tried to break away and sit up, but a hand pressed at the middle of her back held her in place. “Jeremiah!” Maggie pushed against him when she felt it again. “Someone’s here!”
She wiggled around but Jeremiah caught her to him with a chuckle, not allowing her to look behind her.
He smiled, groaning when his cock slid from her. “I wonder who that could be.”
Hot hands closed over the cheeks of her bottom as an equally hot body bent over her. “Looks like our woman ain’t no shy virgin anymore. Something about a woman naked except for boots just turns me inside out, especially one with her ass spread wide and available.”
Maggie shivered again at Eb’s deep tone, the silky cadence of it both playful and threatening. Maggie closed her eyes, digging her nails into Jeremiah’s shoulders as she fought for some semblance of control. “I’m not naked.” Still weak from sex, she tried to straighten her legs, nervous at being caught with her bottom in such a vulnerable position. “Let me up.”
Jeremiah held firm, kissing her cheek. “No, darlin’. Stay right where you are. I envy Eb right now. He’s got that ass wide open and can do whatever he wants with it. She likes that, Eb. She likes being held down so we can have our way with her.”
