Free Unwritten Rules by M.A. Stacie Page B

arousal.
    “El e,” He bit out. “There’s no going back from here.”
    “I know.” I blinked, dislodging the beads of rain that rested on my lashes.
    “Sure?”
    “Yes,” I begged. “Yes.”
    He pinched my ass making me yelp before he
    ground his hips into mine. A bal of searing heat began to grow low in my bel y.
    “Please stop teasing.”
    He flashed a crooked grin, knowing he’d pushed me just far enough. I only needed one thing, one person. His hand moved across my ass, underneath us, so that he could align his arousal with mine.
    “I promise, no more,” he rumbled as I tried to spear myself onto him.
    “Nuh uh...”
    I let out a whimper as he took the lobe of my ear between his teeth and continued to rock his erection across my sex.
    I needed him inside of me. Though it wasn’t the first time we’d had sex, it felt different. It wasn’t just the rain. I was worried about the morning, but I refused to let that ruin this. I buried it and gave Jonah my ful attention. He hadn’t seen my mental argument as he was licking the water from my neck, whispering into my ear.
    He licked the water from my neck and whispered,
    “Though we were only together a short time, I’ve missed you.”
    I bit back the urge to tel him that that was of his own doing, not mine.
    The rain began fal ing faster as the thunder
    sounded in the distance, adding to the intensity of the moment. The rain trickled down my back in little rivulets. I could hear Jonah panting. I watched his chest rise and fal quickly, the dark ink on his body undulating with the breaths. I was mesmerized by the movements.
    I leaned in and kissed his lips softly, but Jonah had other ideas.
    “El e, I can’t...” he ground out, feeling my whole body encapsulate him, as he slowly entered me. I encased him so tightly; not knowing how long I would be able to keep my orgasm at bay. We had fit together perfectly, just as we had before. I sighed, placing a smal kiss on his lips again. I was amazed by the wonder of our union.
    Jonah rested his forehead against mine as he
    thrust into me. I whimpered and pushed back.
    “So good,” he uttered, kissing my nose before
    forcing himself further into me.
    His fingers pinched my ass, clawing as if he just couldn’t get deep enough. My desire consumed me, burning through my body, desperate for a release of any kind.
    “Jonah...” I panted.
    He grunted through his teeth and thrust as a bolt of lightning forked through the sky. It lit up his face for an instant, showing the pure, unadulterated desire that overwhelmed him. I felt it too.
    I braced myself and rocked us harder as he
    placed his hands flat on the wal next to my head. I turned my head, kissing his forearm. Goose bumps skittered across the skin, making me smile before I repeated the action. My thoughts were incoherent, fixated on Jonah and how he made me feel.
    “Harder, Jonah,” I moaned, pushing my hips faster against his.
    He did as I asked and pumped into me with every ounce of strength he had. My legs quivered. It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting through my system. Each tiny shock was headed in one direction; al focused on the part of me that demanded his touch.
    He closed his eyes briefly; his jaw steely set. I clenched my inner muscles tightly around him and was greeted with a guttural groan. He was close, and I grinned as I licked the shel of his ear, tasting the rain. I whispered, “Please, Jonah. Please.”
    “Yes,” he whimpered in return.
    We were working in unison now, meeting each
    other thrust for thrust, touch for touch, and kiss for kiss. Every part of me was centered on him.
    I rested my forehead against his slick chest,
    noticing that the rain had almost drowned out his scent. A slight tang floated in the air with a hint of his muskiness. It made my mouth water.
    I needed a taste of him. I was like an addict
    craving a fix.
    I brought my mouth to the base of his neck and sucked gently. I felt a rumble of approval against