Free Hope for Us (Hope Series Book #3) by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle Page B

neck and pressed my lips and kissed him harder. I licked his bottom lip and again, he tried to speak, but when he opened his mouth my tongue darted inside. Our tongues touched and a burst of flavors washed over our taste buds.
    He ran his hands up my back, and I moaned. They traveled back down my side and gripped my hips. He lifted me, pushed his hips out and sat me back down on his growing hard on, and we both groaned from the pressure. He leaned into the kiss and our tongues darted in and out. He pressed down on my hips more and I whimpered. I drew my head back and opened my eyes, afraid of what I would see. I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want my mind to get in the way; I wanted to feel him inside of me.
    His expression held confusion. Even through his jeans, I could feel how much he wanted me, too. It felt amazing. His eyes transformed to a lustful gaze, but something in his brain made him hold back.
    I reached down and pulled my tank top over my head. I sat there pushing on his lap, topless, my nipples standing at attention, and it was more than any man could resist. A grin spread across my lips, and he sighed. I knew I had him. He gave in. He nodded in defeat, grabbed my ass, and stood up with me in his arms. I pressed my chest up against him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I tugged on his earlobe as he carried me out of the kitchen.
    “Bedroom’s back there.” I didn’t even recognize my own voice, my tone filled with years of pent-up passion and lust. I had dated and had sex in the last few years, but none of them compared to being with Jackson. None compared to the best I ever had.
    I planted kisses down Jackson’s neck as he carried me down the hall. He found the bed and laid me down. I pulled on his t-shirt and he removed it while kissing down my neck and chest. I tried to sit up. I wanted to see his body, feel his chest, but after a quick glimpse that wasn’t near enough time, he pushed me back down and grabbed my breast with his hands. He squeezed them, while he placed small, wet kisses around the curves. He alternated, giving them both attention. He licked my nipple with his tongue, and I would arch up to meet him, and then he stopped and switched directions. I whimpered in frustration. He grinned as he teased me.  I stifled a scream, which lead to a moan; his touch was excruciating and so hot.
    He kissed back up my chest as his erection, covered in his jeans, pressed hard into me. I opened my legs to get his center as close to my core as possible. I hated the layer of clothes that kept us apart. I reached down to unbutton his pants, but he grabbed my hands. He kissed them and placed them over my head while covering his lips with mine.
    He placed his hand flat on my stomach, and he sat up next to me. He grabbed the top of my pants and panties in his fist and pulled them down in one smooth motion. His knuckles grazed between my legs on the way. I gasped. He deposited them on the floor and ran his hand back up my leg. No grazing and no tentative touches this time. His fingers went straight for my pussy and pressed inside me as his thumb pressed on the outside. His other arm lay over my stomach pressing me into the bed and restricting my movements. He worked his hand in and out of me. I grabbed on to his neck, dug my fingers into his skin as I came with a low moan from someplace deep inside of my soul, like nothing I had ever felt before and it scared the shit out of me.
    My body shook and a sheen of sweat sprung out over my entire body, as I came down from the most intense orgasm I had experienced ...well, since the last time Jackson and I were together. My thoughts were all jumbled. My brain went back there to the time when we were so in love and so connected and with all that came the pain. It was all mixed up together and it hurt. My insides clenched when I felt Jackson shift and his tongue found my center.
    My brain said wait, stop while my body craved the amazing sensation that