This Man Confessed - Malpas Jodi Ellen (книги бесплатно без txt) 📗

‘Mouth, Ava,’ His tongue enters me and then licks an unspeakably delicious stroke up my middle. I cry out, my head thrashing from side to side. ‘Incredible?’ He’s cocky and sure, and has earned that privilege. ‘Tell me how it feels, baby.’

My fisted hand that is now clenching at his hair should tell him all he needs to know—that and my inaudible mumbling. I’m seeing stars, my belly is aching and my poor legs are unable to move. And then his fingers are inside me and my hands leave the sofa and his hair in favour of my own head. My stomach muscles are rigid as I lift my upper body up to try and quench the charging surge of pressure that’s descending from my tummy to my core. I decide in my fevered bliss that I want to see him, so I prop myself up on my elbows and gaze down the length of my body, seeing his palm resting on my stomach, while his fingers fuck me slowly.

‘Tell me,’ he pushes, sweeping through me with agonising precision.

‘It feels like you were made to fit me.’ My words are even and as sure as the expression on his face. He thinks that, too.

He smiles and leans in, tenderly kissing my sensitive skin before rising to his feet and grasping me under my thighs, lifting my lower body to position himself. I find my upper body lifting, too, my hands palm down behind me so I have the best view of him entering me. And it really is the best view. We both focus on his rigid cock as he brings it to me, no hands required, like it has a homing device that will take it to where it belongs. He meets my entrance and hovers for a while, just skimming my damp void, teasingly. I’m ever impatient, my lower legs curling around his lower back and pulling him towards me, but he’s going nowhere. Not until he says so. And he doesn’t say so. He just smirks that almost undetectable smirk while he keeps his eyes down, still teasing me with irregular and torturous skims of his slippery head across the very tip of my oversensitive small nub of nerves. He’s killing me, and I’m dying to lay myself back down, but I’m too engrossed by his cruel pleasure.

‘Shall we try penetration?’ he asks, but he still won’t look at me. I’m going out of my mind, but that defiance in me, coupled with his self-assured attitude, has me determined to match his poise.

‘If you like.’ My calm, aloof words have his greens leaving their rapt focus point on a surprised twinkle.

‘If I like?’ He pushes into me, only very slightly, but enough to force me to repress a moan. I know I’ll be made to wait longer if I’m impatient and demanding, so I control it. ‘What about if you like?’ In a little further he goes. I know my lips have just parted, and I know my chest is expanding fast. I’m trying my damn hardest, but every fibre of my being is giving me away. I’m held in place with one arm while his other hand reaches forward and yanks the cups of my bra down. Each nipple is given a sharp pinch, and I bite back a scream of pleasure mixed with intense pain. ‘My beautiful girl is trying to play it cool.’ he muses, adjusting his grip of me, ready to pound forward. ‘It’s a shame she’s shit at feigning casualness.’ He doesn’t pound forward, though. He eases in lazily, and my head rolls back on a groan. ‘That’s more like it.’ He’s completely submerged within me now, the tip of his impressive cock brushing my womb. ‘Show a bit of appreciation, Ava.’ He extracts himself, and this time he really does pound forward, surprisingly hard. My arms begin to shake, followed by my head in despair.

‘Again,’ I demand. He’s teased me too far this time. ‘Again!’

‘That depends.’

‘On what? You said it doesn’t always need to be hard.’ I’m battling to catch my breath, swallowing repeatedly. ‘Then you do this to me. Have you finally read the part of the book that confirms you won’t hurt the babies?’

‘Yes,’ He strikes with utter accuracy, buckling my arms, but then holds still again. ‘It’s a good book.’

‘It’s a good book now.’ I agree. Now that he’s read the most beneficial part, it’s a great book.

‘It was always a good book, but it did say you must listen to your body.’ He slides out again and pushes forward on a moan.

‘I’m listening, and it’s saying harder.’ I pant.

‘The babies are protected. I read that.’ He hisses and blows out a controlled breath. ‘And I can spank you, apparently.’ His palm collides with my arse on a loud smack, and I yelp.

‘You’ve already slapped me!’ I remind him on a shout as he re-enters me.

‘But I didn’t think you were pregnant then.’ He reminds me on another sharp assault of his palm across my bum. ‘Good?’

‘Yes!’ I persuade my head to lift and when it does, I go dizzy with gratefulness. My tongue leaves my mouth of its own accord and journeys across my bottom lip slowly, enticingly. ‘You look amazing.’ I breathe, watching each finely tuned muscle on his abdomen bunch and his biceps bulge from holding my lower body to him.

‘I know.’ He grinds smooth and slow.

‘Oh God!’ My arms finally give in, collapsing and leaving me flat on my back.

‘I know,’ he agrees, ‘I fucking know.’

‘Jesse, I’m going to come.’ I’m not so bothered about maintaining my resistance now. It’s long gone.

‘I’m not.’ Out and in he slides all over again. ‘Are you listening to your body, Ava?’

‘Yes! And it’s telling me I need to come!’

Slap! ‘Don’t be fucking smart!’ He swivels, pulls free completely and slips his cock straight up my centre, instigating a stupidly satisfying friction of his flesh against mine. ‘Well, it’s telling me that I’m doing a damn fine job of servicing you.’ He’s shaking. I can feel it travelling through his arms and into my legs, but he maintains his silky smooth thrusts. ‘Fuck, I need to be all over you.’ My lower body is dropped and my hands grasped, pulling me up to his standing body with an easy tug. I’m on the rug, beneath him in no time at all, my nipples being teased by his tongue and his hand between my thighs, guiding himself back to me.

Now that I can feel his skin, I notice just how sweaty he is. My hands are feeling out every inch of him. ‘Kiss me,’ I plead, and he doesn’t mess about. Our mouths are together, he’s sliding back inside of me and our bodies are touching in every place possible. His momentum is perfect, and I’m rocking my hips up to meet him on every drive, capturing the spikes of pleasure that each one of his plunges is instigating. My hands land on his arse and my nails dig into his solid cheeks as he ravishes me with his mouth, our tongues dancing wildly and hungrily.

‘I think…’ he’s on my cheek, pushing on. ‘you should…’ now he’s at my neck, then he’s biting at the lobe of my ear. ‘quit your job.’

I shake my head, tipping my hips up on a long, happy moan. ‘No,’

‘But I want to spend every day doing this. Give me back your mouth.

I turn my head into to him. ‘You’ll have to wait until I get home.’ I’m biting his lip now and pushing my hands into his arse to gain some friction.

‘I don’t want to.’ He bites me back. ‘Wherever, whenever.’

‘Except when I’m at work. Deeper.’

‘Oh, so she can make the demands, then?’ He doesn’t go deeper, the bastard.

‘I’m not quitting my job.’

‘And how do you expect to look after my babies if you’re working.’ He asks the arrogant question around my mouth on a painfully perfect rotation of his hips.

‘But you want me at home to do this, not to look after your babies.’

‘Now you’re just being awkward.’ He abandons my mouth and leans down to bite my nipple before kissing his way back up my body. ‘Deeper?’

‘Please.’

‘Okay,’ He goes deep. Very deep. So lusciously, amazingly deep.

‘Hmmmmm.’

He stills and concentrates on kissing the life out of me. ‘Do you see? I’m giving you what you want.’

He most definitely is, but I know where this is going, and it’s called a sense fuck without the brute force. I need to be careful here. ‘You’re too good to me.’ I quip. ‘Ohhhhh!’ I’m tinkering on the edge of orgasm obliteration, but this is so nice—just steady lovemaking, feeling each other and taking our blissful time.