‘Oh, mon amour,’ Jane Birkin whispers and sighs.
Ah, the pleasure. My head rolls back with how good a tongue fuck feels. I have never had one. His tongue probes every inch of my pussy. Then he moves me back a little and licks my clit. I place both my palms over his head and just close my eyes, enjoying the erotic sensation. I moan deliriously when he clamps his mouth around my clit and sucks it until my muscles start contracting.
I explode in a terrific rush. As I climax, he moves me again and fills my pussy with his tongue and I come hard on it.
‘Oh my God,’ I breathe, as he carries on slurping at my dripping pussy.
He wraps his hands around my ribcage and starts to move my body down his. I realize that he is about to lower me onto his cock.
‘We need a condom,’ I whisper urgently.
He stills, his expression unreadable, then nods and, putting me aside, goes to get one. When he comes back he rolls it onto his shaft and looks at me.
‘Open your legs and show me again,
’ he says.
I obey and he inserts a finger into it. Instantly, my muscles clench around it. He takes his finger out and holds it in front of my mouth.
‘Suck it,’ he says.
I open my mouth and suck his fingers, tasting the musky sweetness of my own juices. He sits down and, putting his hands around my waist, lifts me onto his lap. He lets my body hover over his cock. I hold it steady and he lowers me onto it. Slowly he travels deeper and deeper into my body.
‘You belong to me now,’ he says harshly. ‘I’m going so deep into your body that you’ll never even be able to think of another man inside you.’
And he does. He goes so deep I never thought anyone could go that far. My body breaks out in goose pimples and I move restlessly, lifting myself away from the relentless impaling, but he tightens his hold on my body and, keeping me tightly in place, carries on pushing me down onto his massive shaft.
‘That’s enough now,’ I groan.
‘No, you can take more,’ he insists. ‘Suck me in.’
So I let him go deeper and deeper into me until I can bear it no more and I cry out.
‘You’re mine,’ he says, and pushes that last tiny bit deeper into me. And at that moment I feel him tense, his nostrils flaring as he climaxes hard, so hard he leaves fingerprints on my waist.
‘I claim you as mine,’ he growls gutturally in my ear.
Thirty-one
SHANE
I am jerked awake by the sound of the doorbell. I look at my watch. It’s nearly two o’clock in the morning. Snow, too exhausted to fully awaken, stirs beside me and mumbles something.
‘Go back to sleep,’ I whisper, and vault out of bed.
I pull on my jeans and, with my heart hammering, I sprint to the door. I did not expect retaliation so soon. I’m not ready. I switch on the security video camera and see Jake standing there. For a second I blink. What the fuck is he doing here at this time? And then I know. I buzz him into the building and run my fingers through my hair. I really didn’t want to deal with this now. I hear a soft rap on the door and I open it.
My brother comes in and he looks as fresh as a fucking daisy.
‘Want a whiskey?’ I offer.
‘Yeah,’ he says, and leads the way to the living room.
I pour us both large doubles. I down mine in one and move towards him with his.
‘Is it true?’ he asks.
‘Is what true?’