Come to Me Softly (Closer to You #2)(23)
Author: A.L. Jackson

Her mattress was a tangle of black sheets, and I fell over her, desperate to get her closer. I kicked out of my shoes, twisted out of the rest of my clothes.

Her chin tipped up to meet my face, her hair brushing the bed as I crawled over her. I dragged her up the bed as I climbed higher.

Aly rocked, her body arching, seeking mine. “Jared, need you . . . need you so bad.”

Good thing, because she was about to have me.

“Is there anything I can do to hurt the baby?” I asked, just needing reassurance because I couldn’t stand the thought of doing something stupid, of giving in to the recklessness as I sought a second’s pleasure.

Frantically she shook her head, maybe just as frantic as I was to get her sweater over it. “No. You don’t have to worry.”

I tossed her sweater to the floor. Her olive skin glowed in the dim light. Redness swept up her belly and came to rest on her cheeks as I laid her against her pillow. I sat back and took her in.

“Please.” She lifted her hips with the appeal. I flicked the button free on her jeans, dragged down the zipper, slipped them from her hips.

Aly ran her hands down the flat plane of her stomach like she didn’t know what to do with them, released a soft moan of satisfied anticipation when I tugged her heels from her feet and ridded her of her jeans.

She squirmed under my stare as she lay there wearing nothing but silk and lace, her chest rising in spastic quakes. Everything about her was soft and slender and curved. Delicate and strong. Just like my girl’s heart.

“You’re beautiful, Aly,” I murmured, feeling those words strike me deep.

The rosy buds of her br**sts pointed through the thin meshed fabric, f**king straining as painfully as me. I wound my hands under her back and unclasped the hook of her bra, spread my fingers wide and slipped them up her back and over her shoulders, capturing the straps as I lifted her arms and dragged it free. Climbing onto my knees, I watched her, my gaze intent. I edged her panties down those long legs that did insane things to me.

I grasped her by the knees, spread her wide.

“Fucking perfect,” I muttered, the words scraping like gravel from my throat.

And shit, I didn’t want to be disrespectful because this was my girl. But my girl was unreal. She was like the perfect pinup with her perky ass and even perkier tits. Like one of those girls on the pages of a magazine. Intangible. Make-believe.

A fantasy.

But Aly had become my reality.

I dove into the sweet of her body with my mouth. My tongue explored the folds of slick flesh, kissed and suckled and roamed. She was so warm, so wet. And this girl tasted like heaven.

Aly panted, begged my name. Fingertips trailed across my face and brushed along my lips where I kissed that body senseless.

I grabbed her by the thigh. Splaying my fingers wide, I palmed her and slowly dragged my hand down her leg to her knee. I hooked it over my shoulder, tugged her tighter to me, sucked her clit into my mouth, teased her with my tongue.

Ruptured cries escaped her in an incoherent tumble of pleasure, utterings from deep within that tickled at my ears, pricked at my chest. Tremors rolled across the surface of her skin and jerked her hips from the bed.

I took that as an invitation.

I slipped one finger inside her, then two, f**ked her with my fingers while I caressed her with my mouth.

A rattled groan rumbled in my chest, reverberated from my mouth because I was thinking how good it was going to feel to be all tucked up inside her.

Aly lifted her hips higher. “Jared . . . oh my God . . . please.”

I increased the pressure, increased the pace. Loved the sounds she was making, loved that I was making her feel this way.

I felt it hit, the crashing wave that broke over her. She whined, all the muscles of her body constricting as she tightened on my fingers.

Consumed, I rushed up her body and drove inside her because I had to ride that out.

Both of us cried out, grasping at the other. Aly convulsed as another tremor tore through her.

Struggling to find a breath, I climbed to my knees, scooping her up and taking her with me. At the small of her back, I supported her, held her, and Aly wrapped her long legs around my waist. With my free hand, I gripped the top of her headboard. I lifted her and slammed her back down on me.

Aly wheezed, raked her fingernails down my back.

We began to move. Frantic, our bodies rocked, finding this frenzied rhythm, something that struck some kind of pitch-perfect chord between us.

Sweat dampened her skin, her body straining as she moved over me, working me right back to where she had me not ten minutes before.

My hand slipped up her spine and I grasped her by the back of the neck.

Aly’s eyes locked on mine. Emotion swam in their depths. Devotion and fear. Adoration and need.

I rocked into her hard, my body demanding. I felt consumed, agonized in this pleasure. Because she felt so f**king good, so f**king right.

I always thought I’d be her ruin. But right then, I was pretty sure she’d be mine. My faultless demise. Because I’d suffer for her. Bear all her burden and her blame. Would gladly die for her.

The most terrifying part of it all was that I was willing to live for her.

Aly arched. Her hands burned into my shoulders where she braced herself on me, wisps of her hair falling all down my hand and dipping down onto the bed. Every inch of her was stretched tight, tension wound in her muscles. Her stomach flexed and bowed, the cut of her arms and shoulders defined. Her full, round br**sts pushed up in my face as she rolled back. Her ni**les were all taut and pouty. As pouty as her mouth, her lips parted as her jaw dropped lax.

I captured one in my mouth, laved and lapped.

Soft moans fell against my ear.

My fingers slipped down her ass and brushed over the sensitive skin.

Aly gasped, rocked as she rolled over me. I lifted and strained, pressed and pushed.

And I took.

I took and took and took. For once, this taking was right.

Because maybe I had something to give back.

I was consumed, desperate for this hunger to be quelled when I knew there was no possible way to get my fill.

There was no stopping the storm building inside of me. A flicker of rage. A flash of fear. I quaked with the thought of not having her, of losing her, and I grasped at her skin, my fingers digging in.

Wanted to dominate and devour.

Harsh breaths panted from her mouth, and my heart beat so f**king hard, slamming around in my chest.

The sick part was I’d been running so far and so fast from that trigger. Now I was f**king desperate to keep it near, to hold her safe. I couldn’t lose her.

And I craved.