In Deep

by Chloe Harris

  Jaidyn reached up and began to unbutton his waistcoat. She noticed her hands were shaking with the craving that had her body aching and burning inside.

  First Connor didn’t help her with the task at all; all he did was lean back, bracing himself against the mattress, never releasing her from his intense stare. But finally he shrugged out of his waistcoat and pulled the shirt over his head.

  As he sat with his delicious, naked torso before her, Jaidyn let her chemise fall down her shoulders, pooling around her waist. When she wiggled her hips a little, the shift fell down to her knees.

  Connor cupped her cheek in his palm, his thumb caressing her lips. Her core clenched with need. She had to swallow the lump of choking hunger that changed her breaths into gusty pants.

  Her nether muscles quivered and tightened with longing again when she saw the bulge in his breeches. Her tongue traced her lips and she lifted her gaze back up to his.

  “What do you want?” Her voice was unusually gravelly. “Talk to me.”

  Jaidyn dug her fingers into Connor’s thighs, hands wandering up his thighs. Her deft fingers freed him in no time. His hard member was, it seemed, darker and larger than usual.

  Entranced by the glorious sight, she wrapped a fist around his cock. Just touching him, her fingers trailing over him, brought bliss to her senses. His muscled torso twitched, as did his rod. Was he as starved for her touch as she was for his?

  Pumping him slowly, Jaidyn let the pad of her thumb tickle his head, spreading the moisture leaking forth. “What do you want? Do you want me to …” Jaidyn had to clear her throat. “Suck your cock?”

  She should feel ashamed, but those stark, carnal words caused a shiver of lust to rake her body. All she could think about was how much she wanted to taste him on her lips, feel him push deep into her mouth.

  Without waiting for a reply that she had a feeling wouldn’t come anyway, she lowered her head and let her tongue explore his head, snaking over the tip and tickling the tiny hole. She moaned as his seductive taste detonated in her mouth and her desire spiked to an aching want.

  “Is that what you want?” Jaidyn met his gaze, reveling in the hunger darkening his eyes.

  Wrapping her lips around his head, she used the flat of her tongue to massage the tiny, sensitive spot on the underside. He gave a sensual rumble from deep in his chest and she sucked more of him into her mouth.

  Looking up, Jaidyn saw his lids lower over eyes that glittered like heated sapphires. That she could give him so much joy made her heart flutter and her sheath spasm yet again. Implacable desire swamped her, hunger so demanding that she wanted to shove him back, straddle his thighs, and ride him right now.

  But she held back. Jaidyn wanted to draw the pleasure out until it was almost beyond bearing.

  Connor’s elbows must have become too weak to hold him up any longer because he fell onto his back, his head digging into the mattress. He arched under her with a gasp, his hands fisting in the sheet. She slowly bobbed her head, let him slip from her lips, gave the tiny hole another quick tickle with a flick of her tongue before she took him deeper.

  The urge to please him, to show him just how much she enjoyed this, had her thinking of all the other things he liked. There was something else she hadn’t tried yet. But with what she knew of him, Jaidyn had a feeling he’d like it.

  Letting go of him, she tugged at his breeches. Connor lifted his hips to help her get them off, then scrambled to lie in the middle of the bed. Jaidyn crawled up and took his engorged member into her mouth again, pumping him with one hand while she sucked at him and let her tongue massage him.

  With her free hand, she touched herself and let out a low moan as she felt how wet she was already. She bathed her fingers in her cream, giving in to the need to rub over her swollen nub every now and then, all the while licking and sucking him, lavishing attention on him. She had to stop arousing herself or she’d crest right about now. She wanted it to last.

  Her hand left her moist lips and as she took him deep down her throat, she brought her wet fingers up to massage his tight entrance. Connor starting to pant made her smile around his member. She hadn’t been wrong.

  One lubricated finger slid in bit by bit and Connor arched off the bed. A hoarse cry ripped from his throat. His hands wrapped around her head and brought her down on him faster.

  She could taste a small spurt of his salty juice at the back of her throat and, knowing it wouldn’t be long now, Jaidyn continued to tease him, sucking him hard, lavishing him with her tongue, her finger massaging him gently, pumping in and out in the same slow, steady rhythm her mouth traveled over him.

  He thrust hard into her mouth as she moved her finger in deeper just to let it slip out again. She continued to work him like this, weaving a net of mind-blowing lust around him. He tasted fantastic, felt so marvelous, and those tiny pants and moans he uttered caught her in the spell. Jaidyn increased her efforts to please and pleasure him. Her teeth grazed his head gently before she swallowed almost all of him once more. She thrust into him, feeling his muscles constrict around her finger when she met that one spot, that tiny lump, and concentrated on it exclusively.

  Connor shivered under her ministrations, groaned, and the response of his hips turned urgent. Jaidyn took him deep faster, swallowed and massaged him relentlessly, teasing him to the brink of orgasm. When she felt his member twitch, she let go of him and sat back on her heels.

  “Uh-uh,” she uttered, but her voice came out as just a husky purr. “No coming yet.”

  With a throaty laugh, Connor threw one arm over his eyes, probably to find his focus again and get his ragged breathing under control. His wide, muscular chest was shiny with perspiration.

  Jaidyn crawled up his body, straddling his hips. Her wet folds gyrated against his hard rod. Throwing her head back with a gasp, she brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them. Pleasure had tingles start in her belly.

  Squeezing her hard peaks between thumb and forefinger, she felt a fresh gush of moisture surge from her, wetting his engorged member. When she pinched her nipples and twisted them slightly, pleasure darted from her breasts down between her legs. Jaidyn sank her teeth into her lower lip, but a low moan ripped from her regardless. Release was so close, reeling and boiling under her skin just out of reach, but so ferocious she could actually taste it.

  Jaidyn felt Connor’s hard grip on her hips and threw her head forward again. She felt him lifting her off his member just long enough that his head was tightly pressed against her moist entrance as if probing the warm, wet passage for a comfy place to snuggle into.

  “Do you want me to ride you? Is that what you want?” Jaidyn croaked and impaled herself with deliberation. She caught her breath when she felt him stretching and filling her so completely. Joy made her head spin. His heat, his thickness, his strength in her. It felt so good. Nothing could have prepared her for this perfect, supremely intense moment.

  Rising off him, she let him ease out of her only to press down again, taking him back inside. She chose a slow pace on purpose. Each circle she drew with her hips heightened her enjoyment.

  Simultaneously, Connor rolled his hips upward, driving his member even deeper into her slick core. A shower of hot sparks washed over her and she felt her nether muscles clutching him tighter with tiny pre-orgasmic spasms.

  A hoarse scream ripped from her throat when his thumb stroked her already too sensitized nub, lighting a bonfire in every fiber of her body. Jaidyn was about to fall over the precipice, give in to the sizzling pleasure, but she forced herself to open her eyes and lock her gaze with his while pushing the coiling and impatiently snarling climax back just a little longer. Bending, she leaned forward and by doing so stopped his hand from stimulating her further.

  Connor grasped her waist to hold her in place. While she ground on his hard member, he took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth and sucked it against the roof of his mouth, his teeth biting hard into the soft flesh. Her mind was about to shat
ter into so many pieces she was sure she was going insane.

  Connor pumped into her from below and Jaidyn couldn’t help but move with him, meeting him stroke for delicious stroke. Their ride turned into something different, something wild, desperate, both seeking abandonment in the delicious friction they created with each stroke. The faster he pumped, the harder she ground against him.

  But suddenly Connor lifted her nearly off his member. Jaidyn froze, her whole body stiffening with a guttural sound of protest toppling from her lips.

  Connor let her hear a deep, almost growling chuckle and smacked her left buttock hard. Jaidyn wheezed in a breath, her gaze zeroing in on him and that cunning smirk on his luscious lips.

  “You’re tightening on my cock,” he chastised. “Remember: no coming yet. You said so yourself.”

  Jaidyn felt the soft skin on her buttock pulsate. At first the pain helped her focus, but then the pricking ache turned to a sweet, fiery pulsing that had her leap toward the precipice.

  Aware that he was watching her struggle to get her rapidly approaching climax back under control, she found the strength to hold on for just a little longer.

  Connor lowered her on his thick rod again and began to thrust into her with a heady, steady rhythm that made her body burn, her head spin.

  She couldn’t fight it off any longer, simply couldn’t. It was too much. Her conscious began to dissolve with the merciless onslaught. Raking her hands through his dark hair, she stopped moving altogether, forcing him to cease his strokes into her core as well.

  “What do you want, then?” Her voice was more a breathy whisper than a croak.

  As fast as lightning, Connor snagged her around the waist and lifted her off completely. Jaidyn gave a shocked gasp and gripped the headboard hard for balance. His arms snaked around her thighs and pulled her down. Her mind was submerged in a thick, syrupy layer and was reluctant to work.

  Next thing she knew, his mouth was on her core, lapping at her swollen and aching folds in long, slow strokes. Too addled to do anything but sit on his face, Jaidyn threw her head back, mewling and whimpering.

  Pleasure lashed inside her with every pass of his clever tongue. Hot, forceful lust steamed through her. She cried out and her hips jerked, slamming her core against his lips.

  Jaidyn feared she’d crest hard and fast no matter how much she wanted to hold it back and make this night last forever. Fighting against the rising tide of desire that was about to crash over her, she shook her head, gripping the headboard harder. It was the only thing still anchoring her to the here and now.

  Connor pressed his teeth into her folds until her nub pouted up for his twirling tongue. While nipping it gently, he flicked his tongue over it, tender, but fast. Her vision dimmed, small golden spots dancing and jostling before her eyes.

  Fire trails streamed through her body and mind. The pressure built hard and fast and, rolling her hips, she begged him for more. And then she drowned in the fire, unable to hold back any longer. Her climax crashed over her with the force of a riptide, sucking her under and spitting her out, his name a hoarse scream on her lips.

  Taking her tight little ass in his hands to keep her just where she was, Connor continued to lick and swirl leisurely strokes with the flat of his tongue over her folds, careful to avoid her clit. He felt her squirm over him and his grip tightened to hold her in place. His mouth sucked, his tongue lapped slowly, and he rumbled deep in his throat.

  He wasn’t ready to end this just yet. Quite the contrary. Connor was eager, starving actually, to lap up every drop of the sweet female cream that flowed from her pussy now that she’d finally come. The more he could draw out her climax, the better for him.

  Her every breath came out as a gusty pant. Moaning himself as her rich syrup tickled down his throat, he contemplated if he shouldn’t bring her again. Her taste had him completely enraptured.

  He’d never tasted a cunny as sweet as hers. And he never would now that he had the sweetest the world could offer right there, in his arms.

  True, he could make her come again. And again. As often as he wanted. He had his whole life to dedicate himself to the task.

  But he hadn’t really claimed her yet. His weeping, abandoned cock throbbed viciously. Connor ached to cover her, fill her, make her his forever. That’s what he wanted, what she’d asked him for repeatedly.

  Jaidyn jerked her hips, squirmed and sobbed above him, and he felt her body slowly become pliant. Oh no, he wouldn’t have any of that.

  Reluctantly, he ended his very pleasurable task and lifted her off him. Licking the taste of her musky honey from his lips, he drowned in the need for more.

  She landed on her back next to him, her limbs splayed, her breathing nothing more but shallow gasps. Her eyes were closed, a dreamy smile on her slightly open lips. He saw tears dotting her lashes. Pride exploded in his chest that he could make his woman weep in pleasure.

  Sliding his thigh between her legs to spread her even more, he settled down on top of her. Her sex was so hot, so wet for him and he entered her with no effort at all. She moaned and her hips bucked as she welcomed him. Sensation and emotion had shivers explode within him and with one quick thrust, his cock was buried deep in her slick passage.

  Jaidyn blinked her eyes open and smiled at him, her hand cupping his cheek. He latched onto her lips and his tongue thrust deep. Connor let his hungry kiss give her an idea of the need to possess her roiling in him, the hunger to take everything he wanted, craved, needed to breathe, to feel alive.

  “You,” he finally answered her question.

  With a moan, she arched her body under his, opening herself completely to his touch.

  “It’s you I want,” he rasped against her throat, then nuzzled his way up to nip at her earlobe.

  She sobbed, then let out a breathy laugh, the sound more arousing than anything he’d ever seen her do or had done to her.

  “Only you,” he whispered and then began to make love to her with unhurried, steady thrusts.

  Her arms snaked around his shoulders and he felt her fingers rake down to the small of his back. Rolling his hips, he slid in and eased out of her, taking her in slow, deep thrusts that had her whimpering mindlessly.

  Connor burned to take her harder, his cock itching to slide faster into her hot, tight, slick sheath, but still he rocked gently against her. He didn’t know if he could keep up this slow pace for long. Squeezing his eyes shut, Connor tried to focus, but the little whimpers that left her throat eventually crushed his will.

  His rhythm escalated and he stroked her with long, hard thrusts. Feverish with passion, Jaidyn gave a throaty sound of pure pleasure, opened her legs even wider, and thrust her hips up faster, demanding without words he give her more. Connor obliged her, gritting his teeth as he served her, lunged in and out of her heat.

  She panted. She moaned. She arched under him, her fingernails digging deep. Connor growled as he felt her need for more and deepened his rolling thrusts until he pistoned away in her, thrusting hard and deep.

  Her blazing moans turned to searing little cries of passion as she met his every stroke, and Connor felt the scorching pleasure in him expand dangerously fast. It threatened to swallow him, steal his control, his sanity, and never return it.

  Twisting under him, she caught her breath and Connor could feel her tighten around his cock, gripping him as if she never wanted to let him go. He propped himself up on his arms for better leverage. He thrust into her harder and faster still, sliding his cock almost completely out of her only to slam it back into her, rapid, harsh, relentless, sending her toward the orgasm he could feel was closing in on her swiftly.

  “Come, Jaidyn,” he croaked and the next instant, she was there, her cunny contracting and rippling.

  The pleasure he gave her ricocheted and spiraled down his spine. Connor continued to ride her hard, even though her sheath clamped down on him. The friction was too delicious to ignore and he shoved into her sex and retreated only to thrust into her
again.

  Connor shuddered at the devastating ecstasy, his body taut and trembling. He knew he couldn’t deny himself for much longer. She was going to shatter him with the orgasm that he felt rushing toward him. Rapture slammed into him like a hot poker, starting an earth-shattering prickle at the base of his spine that raced through his balls up to his cock–

  Flaming and violent, his climax hit and he burst into so many shards of glittering light he thought he was going to faint. Pleasure ripped her name from his lips. The jagged bliss seemed to last forever and he found himself going helplessly limp.

  Collapsing on top of her, his heart roaring in his chest, Connor tried to gather his scattered wits while at the same time fighting to pump air into his lungs.

  Through the haze fogging his mind, he felt her move and lifted himself off her to give her room to at least breathe.

  Closing his eyes, Connor reveled in the stillness spreading through him. Part of it was because he felt contented. Oh, his body craved hers, still did. But there was the peacefulness that stilled all his worries and doubts, bliss he experienced in her arms only.

  Lifting his head and propping it on his arm, Connor looked at her. She was so beautiful. He could look an eternity at her, could kiss each one of those stirring freckles, could remain there as he was with her beneath him, and not tire of it ever.

  “I love you.”

  She inhaled deeply, turning her head to gape at him. Then her features softened. Her eyes turned misty. After a breathy snivel, she cupped his cheek in her palm. “I love you, too, Connor.”

  Suddenly, her ginger brows wrinkled. “Or Ronan.” Pursing her lips, she whispered, “What should I call you? Connor? Or Ronan?”

  “Whatever you like. I’ve gone under the other name so long I don’t even remember my given name.”

  “Ronan is your given name. Should I call you that?”

  “I’d like ‘husband.’”