Kate moaned, caught between agony and ecstasy, wanting to take all of him, sure it was physically impossible. Fighting for breath, she fell forward, belly to belly, chest to chest. Grabbing at his upper arms for support, biceps hard as rock beneath her fingertips, she said breathlessly, “You’re so wonderfully big and deliciously thick.”
His eyes flared at her admission, his head pressing hard into the couch, his breath erratic. “Damn, Kate, you’re making me crazy,” he said on a hard exhale.
Enjoying this wonderful power over him, she eased a little deeper, a little deeper, teasing him beyond his and her limits. He surged up and captured one of her nipples, his hands going to her bottom. She fully expected him to take control and thrust his hips, driving his wonderfully hard cock full-length inside of her. But he held back, the strain showing in the corded muscles of his throat. This teasing process was exquisite torture. His hands cupped her face, dragging her mouth to his as he kissed her frantically, hotly whispered to her, coaxed her, teased her, making her gasp and groan uncontrollably.
“Kate, please ride me. Hard and fast. Take me all—I’m dying,” he begged, rubbing his mouth against her oversensitive lips.
Kate closed her eyes and slammed her hips down on him, taking him fully into her body. His mouth broke off in mid-kiss, turning his head to the side, moaning deep in his chest. His teeth sank into the side of her neck as he murmured hot, sexy words to her as they moved together. The pleasure built and intensified, swelling inside her until she could barely breathe for the pressure of it.
Jericho’s kisses grew more urgent, more carnal, his thrusts deeper, driving, straining, filling her to bursting. The time for play faded, paled in the face of something hot and intense that enveloped them and threatened to consume them. Something like fear gripped Kate by the throat, and she tightened her hold on him, not sure where this was taking her or what would happen after.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered urgently, feeling the tension in her. He rubbed his cheek against hers, swept her hair back from her face, stared up into her eyes, open and giving and beautifully, erotically Jericho. “Don’t fight it. Let it happen.”
He slipped a hand between them and touched the tender nerve center of her desire, taking her over the edge. Kate cried out wildly as her climax hit her with the power of an explosion from within. She arched over him, hands slipping on his sweat-slicked chest, her muscles clenching around his erection with a force that made the pleasure go on and on and on.
When Jericho’s climax hit him, she wrapped her arms around him and thrust herself, hard to the hilt, giving her a hot rush of fulfillment.
Exhausted, she sank down onto his chest, her muscles trembling and relaxing one group at a time. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. Her heart was galloping like a racehorse. Feeling dazed, she raised her head and somehow found the strength to smile.
“Wow,” he said, then sighed. “I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom, then was back in bed with her after a few minutes.
Now that the heated passion was spent, color flooded her cheeks at the wanton way she had taken him. Unable to meet his eyes, she turned her face away from him.
“Oh, no,” he said softly, skimming his fingertips along her jaw. “I can feel your heart beat, sweet Kate. It’s wonderful.”
“Jericho, about last night…”
“You wanted to shock me?”
“Yes, but that’s not what I was going to say.”
“What were you going to say?”
“I’m sorry I ran out on you. It was a reaction to my own boldness.”
“I come on strong. I know I do. It’s always been one of my flaws. When I want something, I tend to go overboard.”
“Ambition and desire are not flaws.”
“No, not in what they do for you. But when you can’t be patient, it could get scary.”
“I was scared.”
“Of me?”
“Of the passion. It was very overwhelming.”
“You looked beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“I’m still afraid.”
“Is that why you fought what your body so desperately wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Kate, it’s a natural thing, sex. Most people don’t even think about it.”
“Maybe I think too much then because I do think about it. It might have been easy for you, Jericho. Your mother and father probably pushed you forward, made you experience life, even encouraged it.”