“No more, Mackenzie,” he said through gritted teeth.
She didn’t let up, and Jake didn’t know how much more he could take. Just as he was about to pull her away, she gave him two more lavish sucks and released him with a pop.
Sitting up, Jake swept his arm under her legs and laid her out before him. Now it was his turn to taste her. Pulling her legs apart, he took in the sight of her. Bending forward, he placed a kiss against her stomach and circled her navel with the tip of his tongue.
Then he moved on. Jake rested his hand at the top of the strip of hair that covered her and pulled upwards. The sight of pink clit covered in her wetness caused his body to tighten even more.
Knowing he couldn’t go another moment without tasting her, Jake dipped his head and breathed in her scent. Then he was loving her. Tasting her. Giving them both what they wanted.
“Do you like this, MacKenzie? Does this make you feel good? Tell me if you want more... tell me and it’s yours.” Jake chanted between ceaseless swipes of his tongue.
“Yes, I want more. I want everything. I want you, Jake!”
That was all it took for Jake to settle in on his task of making her come. He was relentless, he was driven. This was his woman and he wouldn’t stop until he felt her come against mouth. Jake didn’t use his hands, he didn’t need to, his talented tongue was enough. When she came, he held her steady as her body arched off the bed.
Jake opened a draw beside the bed and removed protection. Then he waited for her to open her eyes before he handed it to her. He wanted her to sheath him, for no other reason than he loved the feel of her hands on him and it turned him on.
When she was done, he pushed her onto her back and opened her legs wide. He wanted to see all of her and suddenly the light of the moon wasn’t enough. Switching on the bedside lamp, Jake’s eyes feasted on his woman. She was beautiful. The evidence of her pregnancy was apparent on her body, and to him it made her even more beautiful.
Starting at her throat, he ran his fingertips down her body in a sensual sweep. For a lingering moment, he stopped at her jutting nipples and brushed his palms across their sensitive tips. They hardened even more, and she gasped; satisfied, Jake moved on.
Down her belly, past her indented navel, his eyes and hand travelled until his gaze reached its final destination. The strip of hair glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and it was all for him.
Jake pulled her legs even further apart. Then he lifted her bent knee and placed them over his forearms. “This is how we fit, MacKenzie,” Jake said as he put the tip of his cock inside her.
She was wet for him and Jake pushed forward and retreated until he was completely buried inside her. She felt good. His intention had been to go slow, but the feel of her body accepting his was more than he could stand. He wanted more, so he withdrew only to bury himself even more deeply within her, repeating the action without pause. He wanted to take her in a way that the only man she remembered was him and how he made her feel.
Gripping her hips, Jake slid her up and down in a pulsating rhythm, as he drove into her and filled her with his hardness.
Her inner walls seemed to cling to him and almost refused to let him go. At the same time, he could feel the imprint of her smooth clit as it rubbed against him. Wanting her, needing her, Jake drew her lower body even closer until her back arched off the bed. He angled the depth and thrust of his cock knowing that he was quickly reaching the end of his endurance.
He wanted to prolong the feeling, but the sound of the wetness of her body drove him crazy. “Tell me,” he demanded through clenched teeth. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Jake, you feel so good. This feels so good. I’m almost there, “MacKenzie gasped in complete abandon, her head thrown back, hands fisted in the bedding. “I can feel it, don’t stop, just like that. Oh... just like that!”
Sweat covered his whole body. Jake wanted to let go of the control he had been holding on to from the moment he had entered her body, but he didn’t. He wanted what was his. He had bared his soul to her, and he wanted her to do the same.
Along with the sensations that ran through their joint bodies, Jake chanted. “Say it, MacKenzie, say the words I know you want to say. Say them because I need to hear them!”
“Jake, I’m coming. I can’t help it; I don’t want to help it!”
The clench of her body was his undoing. Yes, he wanted to again hear her admit that she loved him, but their bodies had other ideas. Her grip on him was an undeniable pleasure that coursed through him as each of his powerful muscles contracted. Jake stiffened as his mind relinquished all rational thought.