Free One Night with Sole Regret 03 Take Me by Olivia Cunning

body made her feel soft, feminine. The co a rse hairs on his legs made hers feel smooth, sensual. His skin felt cool everywhere they touched. Most likely because she was on fire.
    “I think you’d prefer the feel of my cock buried deep inside you,” he whispered in her ear. He nibbled her earlobe and then dropped soft, sucking kisses along the side of her neck. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his body, splaying her hands over his lower back. His hands rested on either side of her ribcage, each thumb stroking the outer curves of a breast.
    Blood raced through her body as her heart beat faster and faster. Her flesh heated. She wanted every inch of her body to know every inch of his. His mouth shifted to the other side of her neck, drawing a groan of torment from the back of her throat. Just that amount of contact had her nipples hard against his muscular chest and her core achy and as hot as molten lava. She spread her legs, opening her self to him, wanting just what he’d said she was after—the feel of his cock buried deep inside her .
    “Jacob,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”
    “That’s nice,” he murmured , sliding downward. He dragged his mouth over every inch of her shoulders, her collarbones and the depression between them where her pulse was racing out of control. Beneath his kisses, her flesh came alive, every nerve-ending in tune with pleasure and need. The thumbs still stroking the sides of her breasts were starting to drive her crazy. She needed those rhythmic caresses against her throbbing nipples , not the less sensitive sides of her breasts . Jacob moved down to rub his sensual sucking lips against the tops of her breasts . His thumbs shifted closer to her nipples , still stroking back and forth, still making her acutely aware of how hard her nipples were. She could probably cut diamonds with those things.
    “Jacob, please.”
    “Please, what?” he said against her breastbone.
    “My nipples .”
    “Are beautiful,” he said.
    His hands shifted beneath her breasts, lifting them, pressing them closer together. His thumbs stroked the inner, under - curves of the over-sensitized mounds of flesh , and his tongue darted in and out between them. Impossibly, her nipples hardened even further. Her womb clenched. Oh God, if he’d just brush one peak at this point, she’d explode.
    Still holding her breasts together, now massaging just beneath her straining nipples with both thumbs, Jacob moved his mouth to her belly. She moaned in protest.
    “Please, Jacob.”
    “Please, what?”
    “ My nipples are driving me insane .”
    “That’s nice.” He rubbed his lips over every inch of her stomach between her ribs and her navel. When he started nibbling just beneath her belly button , she moaned . Her fingers dug into his scalp , and she pushed down. Go down, Jacob. Down. His thumbs brushed over the peaks of both breasts , and her back arched. She tried to tug his head up. Come up, Jacob. Up. Up or down, she didn’t care, as long as he stopped making her crazy with need and gave her aching, throbbing parts some relief.
    He continued lower , and her hands slipped from his head. She clung to the sofa cushions to keep herself from plucking desperately at her nipples . Jacob spread her legs wide and sucked on the insides of her thighs. She became delirious, her hips rocking involuntarily, her head tossing back and forth, a constant stream of moans and groans erupting from her parted lips . Jacob ’s tongue traced chaotic patterns inches from her swollen pussy. Sweet, torturous agony. She’d never needed to be fucked so badly in her life.
    His tongue brushed her clit. She jerked, her butt rising off the sofa to angle herself for easy penetration. He licked the center of her sopping wet seam. One long continuous brush of his tongue. Oh God, finally, yes. Amanda shuddered hard, seeking orgasm, so close, so close. If he would just … His mouth moved to the shaved area of her mound, right next to