Promises: Promises Prevail Part 28

She opened her fingers, resting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s on her palms, holding them out in an open invitation. A muscle in his cheek jerked. A quick glance down revealed another bead of seed glistening on the head of his c.o.c.k.

She licked her lips, remembering his flavor, the way he'd shaken against her as he'd come.

"Do you want it?" Clint asked, his dark fingers framing the pearly drop. A glance at his face and she knew what her answer would be.

"Yes."

"How much?"

She answered with the truth. "I want to pleasure you."

"You do that just by breathing." He smiled.

"The way you want," she elaborated. He paused, and uncertainty flooded her confidence. "Please."

"Shhh!" His hand cupped her cheek, instantly soothing her. "Keep your hands on your b.r.e.a.s.t.s and don't panic."She bit her lip before blurting out, "I'm never sure what to do."

"You're seducing me beautifully."

"I am?" She couldn't call his smile gentle, but his, "Yes" was infinitely so.

"Without taking your hands off your b.r.e.a.s.t.s, scoot over here to the side of the bed." It was awkward and she felt foolish, but by the time her hip hit the edge of the mattress, his smile was gone and the hard planes of his face settled into harsh lines of pa.s.sion. A quick glance showed his c.o.c.k was steadily leaking pre-come. He leaned forward, bringing his c.o.c.k closer and closer until the head of it touched the tip of her breast, bathing the turgid nipple in silky wet heat.

"Lick it off." Keeping her gaze locked with his pa.s.sionate one, she tilted her breast and lowered her mouth. As her lips parted he whispered, "Slowly, baby.

Nice and slow."

She followed his orders to the letter, holding his gaze as she swirled her tongue around the pebbled nipple, lapping delicately at the pink flesh, s.h.i.+vering as his eyes flared and his grip spasmed on his c.o.c.k. When she couldn't find another drop of salty fluid, she leaned back. He leaned in, treating her other nipple to the same bath. He didn't have to tell her what to do. She knew what he wanted and loved giving it to him. Every catchin his breath, every flicker of his eyes spiked her own pa.s.sion until the glide of her own tongue over her flesh began to feel like his.

The bed dipped as he knelt on it. She rolled into his thigh, reaching for that beautiful c.o.c.k. He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. "Not yet."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to come yet."

"You're that close?" She couldn't believe the conversations she got into with him.

"You have that effect on me." His smiled-a tight, strained twist of his lips. In contrast, her smile came easily. She turned and kissed the inside of his thigh while holding his gaze.

"I like that."

The mattress dipped as his hands came down by her shoulders.

"Are you gloating woman?" he asked as he straddled her torso. She bit her lip as his heavy c.o.c.k dragged across her stomach, setting her belly to quivering.

"Yes."

He laughed as he sat back on his heels, the thick length of his c.o.c.k lying like a vertical brand across her ribs, the head resting in the valley between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.His hands brushed hers from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"I'll take over here." She closed her eyes as the rough warmth of his strong hands enveloped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She just loved the way he touched her. All that strength blanketed with gentleness. He squeezed and her breath caught. Fear mixed with pa.s.sion as the pressure increased.

"Open your eyes, baby." She did, automatically falling into the order, only to fall into his pa.s.sion as he shook his head at her. "Who's touching you?"

"You are," she whispered as he continued to squeeze and release, each time just a little harder than the previous.

"And who am I?"

"Clint."

"Then why are you afraid?"

"I'm not-"

"I can see and feel your tension." He shook his head again, drawing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up as he squeezed. She didn't have an answer that he wanted to hear. "Did Jack hurt you this way?"

She nodded. She bit her lip as his fingers slid up to her nipples. How could one man's hands feel so good when another's had felt like a violation?

Clint had figured as much from the way she lay so tense under his hands. Breathlessly excited while nervously expectant. Clint pinched Jenna's nipples lightly. They immediately drew tight. Her stomach muscles jerked under his c.o.c.k, ma.s.saging his b.a.l.l.s as she quivered beneath him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were incredibly sensitive. The lightest of tugs had her body jerking.

"I'm not Jack."

"I know."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

She nodded.

"But I am going to make you come."

Her eyes flew wide, and she blinked.

"Is that okay with you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then go over behind the screen and prepare yourself for me."

She blushed fiery red as soon as she understood his meaning, but she did as told, returning to the bed with her head down and her hair s.h.i.+elding her face. As soon as she got close enough, he hooked his hand behind her neck, pulled her to him, and kissed her hard before helping her back up on the bed.

"Lie down now."

Impossibly, her face got redder. He laughed, knelt onthe bed, and rearranged them until her b.u.t.tocks rested on his thighs and the length of his c.o.c.k snuggled into the hot, wet folds of her p.u.s.s.y. She blinked again, that plump lower lip sliding between her teeth, her expression one of doubtful expectation.

"We'll make a mess," she whispered.

"That's what the towel is for," he whispered back, leaning forward until the hard points of her nipples snuggled into his chest the way his c.o.c.k nestled deeper into the embrace of her p.u.s.s.y. As she gasped and arched under him, he pulled her lip free of her teeth and into his mouth.

He sucked it lightly, wanting to smile when her eyes flew wide and she jerked back the way she always did.

He held on, not letting her pull back from him or the pleasure she felt, working his palm behind her head, tilting it back, releasing her lip long enough to murmur, "Don't fight it, Jenna. Let me make you feel good."

Her eyes closed. She was running from him again.

"Open your eyes."

She did, reluctantly, all the conflict she felt inside revealed as her lids lifted.

She was so open and so vulnerable. She filled him with the need to give her the world, while at the same time wanting to shelter her from it. He probed the corner of her mouth with his tongue. Against the base of hisc.o.c.k, her p.u.s.s.y clenched.

"You liked that." She nodded, a sheen of tears in her eyes.

"Why the tears baby?" He caught one at the corner with his thumb before it could spill over.

"You make me feel so much."

"I just want you to be happy."

"It scares me."

"Why?" He cupped her breast in his hand, giving her the pressure he knew she enjoyed.

"You want everything."

"Yes." He did. He stroked his thumb over her pert nipple. She lurched against him, her p.u.s.s.y riding his c.o.c.k hard. She jerked again. Her nails dug into his thighs as he speared his c.o.c.k up through its warm nest. He wanted her defenseless before him. He wanted her trust, her innocence, her hope, her pa.s.sion. He wanted everything. Every nuance of who she was.

"You make me feel too much," she gasped.

He shook his head, tenderness welling to mix again with l.u.s.t. "I won't take you past your limits, Jenna."

"You already have."

"No. I've just taken you past your fear." He wiped another tear from her eyes. He bent to her breast. Her "What's the difference?" whispered over his head. Hekissed her nipple gently and smiled. "Pleasure."

He opened his mouth just enough for her nipple to slide inside. Her whole body tightened as she waited. He stretched the moment out, keeping her on edge until her breath caught in her throat and her p.u.s.s.y pulsed against his c.o.c.k, spilling her hot juices over his aching b.a.l.l.s. He circled her nipple with his tongue, riding the intriguing b.u.mps and ridges, probing the dip in the center. She shuddered and tried to arch again. He held her in place with his weight and his fingers in her hair. By the time he was done with loving her, the only reaction she'd have to his mouth on her breast would be sighs of pleasure. He kissed his way down the side of her breast.

"You're going to come for me Jenna," he murmured into the deep valley. She bit her lip and skirted his gaze.

He caught the drop of perspiration on his tongue as it trickled down the slope of her breast. "And then you're going to come again, simply because it'll please me."

"What about you?" Her voice was a tense grope for sound.

"I'll come when you're satisfied."

"But you're ready now."

He was more than ready. Being wrapped in her heat was pure torture. His c.o.c.k ached and a steady stream of pre-come dribbled past his control, but the drive to bury himself in her was nothing compared to his need towatch her flower for him. To see her lose her sense of self, to know that she'd put her trust in him, and to know that he'd delivered. He wanted that more than he wanted his next breath.

"It'll be better for the wait." Her p.u.s.s.y clenched against him and he pressed his open mouth to her flesh.

His good intentions took a dive. Son of a b.i.t.c.h, she was going to be the death of him. For sure he wasn't going to last as long as he'd hoped.

As if she felt that momentary lapse, she touched his hair and whispered, "You don't have to wait."

She was too generous, too willing to put him first.

Her giving nature and her soft heart ganged up with his selfish side to deny her the pleasure she deserved. For a moment, he was tempted. But only for a moment. This was his Jenna. His one good thing. He was her husband.

The one person in the world she should be able to count on to put her first. And tonight she was definitely coming first. Hot, hard, and long. And as many times as he could manage.

"No trying to talk me out of it. I've made up my mind."

"You have?"

"Yes. You come first." He tested the firmness of her breast with his teeth. The heat that surged against his lips let him know that she'd gotten his meaning."I like the way you pinken up for me." He arched her head back, kissing the hollow of her throat before returning to her breast. "And I like the way your breath catches when you feel my teeth.

"The way you s.h.i.+ver when I kiss your b.r.e.a.s.t.s." He kissed his way down over her collarbone before pressing a kiss into the upper curve of her chest. He moved down, smiling when she sucked in a breath and held it as he trailed his hand from the back of her neck, down the side of her throat, and along the ridge of her collarbone until he got to the crease of her arm. He lingered there a bit, teasing those betraying goose b.u.mps to the fore before skimming his thumb across her other nipple.

"But I especially like the way you arch and moan when I take these sensitive little nipples into my mouth."

She did more than arch and moan-she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. He was happy to oblige, taking as much as he could, suckling her lightly at first, ignoring her demands for more, keeping it easy until a fine sweat broke out over her body, and she was yanking on his hair while the sweetest pleas for more broke from her lips. Against the length of his c.o.c.k, her p.u.s.s.y spasmed with equal desperation.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, flexing his hips so that his shaft stroked in a smooth glide along her c.l.i.t in time with his fingers. "Burn for me.""I need you now." She tossed her head as she bit her lip.

"I want to see you going up in flames first."

"Please."

He looked up. Her lips were full and red from her biting, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glowed dark with a need that had his b.a.l.l.s pulling up tight. He gave her what they both wanted. Changing his pace, increasing the pressure of his hand and mouth, judging from her high-pitched whimpers when he had it right, knowing from her staggered breath and inner tension when he could give her more. He lashed her nipple with his tongue before sucking it hard, drawing her deep into his mouth, then pinching her other nipple between his fingers and holding tight while jiggling her breast.

Her climax caught them both by surprise. Her legs snapped tight, her back arched, and her breath exploded from her lungs before she jackknifed up into him. He caught her against his chest, holding her to him as her tears flooded his chest and her juices drenched his groin.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h, Suns.h.i.+ne," he muttered, lifting her limp body, holding her with one arm under her hips while he positioned his c.o.c.k at the still-twitching entrance to her p.u.s.s.y, lowering her gently onto his shaft, moaning as her heat seared him, pulling his b.a.l.l.s up tight. "It's d.a.m.n fun playing with you."She took all of him in one smooth stroke, her quivering muscles offering no resistance to the firm push of his c.o.c.k, shuddering against him as he seated himself to the hilt, her head falling back as the broad base spread her to her limit.

He kissed the exposed hollow of her throat, tasting the salt of her pa.s.sion and her tears, wallowing in her warmth and acceptance. No matter how he came at her, she welcomed him with open arms. Like now. He raised her again and she whimpered a protest, but wrapped her arms around neck.

"And to think," he whispered against her ear as he lowered her onto the thick wedge of his c.o.c.k again. "I've just gotten started."

Chapter Fifteen.

"Wake up, Suns.h.i.+ne, it's time to have fun."

Jenna stirred, her eyes closed. She stretched languidly in the warm bed, luxuriating in the softness, and a solid night's sleep. The fact that Brianna hadn't woken her penetrated her complacency.

She was moving before her eyes opened. "Bri!"