Promises: Promises Prevail Part 34

"Now, that's a pretty sight."

She wondered how she looked to him, if the swollen, achy feeling in her p.u.s.s.y was visible. She arched her back and presented him a better view. When he moaned, she curved her spine, taking his view away, smiling when he hissed, "Witch," knowing from the stroke of his hand on her flank that he liked it. Rewarding him by arching her back again. Moaning when the smooth move sent those devilish b.a.l.l.s s.h.i.+fting inside of her again.

"d.a.m.n, Suns.h.i.+ne, you're going to make me come."

"From just this?" she gasped.

"Yes."

"You don't mind?"

"That my wife is such a hot little temptress that just the sight of her makes me want to come?""Yes."

"Not a bit. Tempt away." His finger dragged along the sensitive crease where her b.u.t.tock met her thigh before sliding inward, the move enhanced by the juices coating her thighs.

His finger circled her c.l.i.t with the barest of touches.

She took it as an incentive, riding the wave of pleasure that he drew from her with each delicious circle of his finger. Wanting to give him the same pleasure that he gave her, she waved her a.s.s at him like a cat in heat, letting him see what he did to her, hoping he liked it, wanting to be the kind of lover he deserved.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h." The curse came out a hoa.r.s.e parody of Clint's normally soothing drawl. The smile that rose from deep within shocked her as much as it delighted her. She was a temptress, because only a temptress could bring a sound that tortured, that delighted from a man's lips. From Clint McKinnely's lips. She pushed back with her arms, reaching for him with her a.s.s. His fingers slid off her c.l.i.t, but that didn't matter, because she found something better. The broad head of his c.o.c.k nudged her thigh. "Is that what you want, Jenna?"

The head moved up until it settled against the pad of her p.u.s.s.y. He had to be holding it with his hand. His c.o.c.k was too long, the head too heavy to stand on its own. He s.h.i.+fted. The rim behind the head caught on herc.l.i.t, plucking it gently.

"Yes." She closed her eyes and threw her head back as the sensation charged through her. Oh yes. That was definitely what she wanted.

"Good, because it's what I want, too." He pressed the head of his thick c.o.c.k against her c.l.i.t, pus.h.i.+ng it up into her v.u.l.v.a, holding it against her so tightly that she felt the heavy throb of his pulse vibrating down her engorged c.l.i.t. She bit her lip and bent her knees. Wanting more.

She almost cried when he pulled away. She tried to close her thighs, but he slipped along the well-juiced flesh with no resistance.

"Shhh, baby." His hand patted her a.s.s. "We'll get back to that, but there's something I've been dreaming about all morning that I want to get to."

What could be better than what they were doing now? She didn't have to wait long to find out. There was a soft thud and then the moist heat of his breath on her starving p.u.s.s.y.

"A little wider, Suns.h.i.+ne." The order was emphasized by his palms on the insides of her thighs.

She s.h.i.+fted her grip and her feet until she was braced to the side of the stairs.

"I can't go any further."

"That'll do." His tongue lapped the juices on theinside of her thighs. "d.a.m.n, you're sweet."

She looked between her legs to see him running his tongue over his lips, savoring her taste. His gaze, blacker than night with the emotions riding him, met hers. She closed her eyes as mortification and l.u.s.t rolled over her, but nothing could block the memory of his expression, the desire stamped on the lean, chiseled features, the l.u.s.t burning inside him, the openness with which he showed her his desire. Not as though it was something dirty, but something to cherish. As if it was a...gift, she realized.

She opened her eyes.

"Clint?"

"What?"

He nipped the inside of her thigh. She jerked. He steadied her with his hands as she gasped, "I need to say this."

"No one's stopping you." He breathed the words against her. The reverberations s.h.i.+vered up her spine.

His tongue tapped at the seam of her l.a.b.i.a, wiggling between the soft nether lips.

He was. How could she talk with that insidious tongue vibrating against her? He turned beneath her.

"Bend your knees." As soon as she did Clint slid his ma.s.sive shoulders through as he leaned back on the stair under her. His mouth was even with her groin. He looked up at her as he cupped her b.u.t.tocks in his bighands. "Sit back on my hands."

"I'm okay."

"Your leg's hurting."

"I'm all right." It was, but how could he know?

"Sit back, Jenna."

"I'm too heavy."

"Sit back." She did, eyes closed, keeping most of her weight on her hands, gingerly giving him just a tiny fraction of it. Enough to satisfy him. She was wrong. "All of it, Suns.h.i.+ne."

"You can't-"

"I can." There was no hesitation in his voice or his expression. He expected complete obedience.

She gave it, expecting his arms to buckle. Instead, he didn't even seem to notice, merely humming in satisfaction as he tilted his head in and pressed a kiss at the top of her p.u.s.s.y.

"Now, what did you want to tell me?"

She was used to feeling big. Awkward. Bulky. Clint made her feel dainty, feminine, and beautiful. Irresistibly beautiful.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

He drew back, the tip of his tongue lingering against her moist flesh as he c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at her. "For what?"Heat washed over her cheeks. Darn it, she was blus.h.i.+ng again. But how could she not when the handsomest man alive knelt between her thighs, his mouth an inch from her throbbing p.u.s.s.y, antic.i.p.ation lightening his expression and tilting the corners of his beautiful mouth?

"For..." Oh G.o.d, what had she been going to say?

For liking her? That was too pathetic and not at all who she wanted to be. And it wasn't even what she wanted to say. She gathered her courage and the truth he deserved.

"For making this beautiful."

Approval joined the other emotions on his face.

"Suns.h.i.+ne, if anyone is going to be thanking anyone, it's me."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "You make me feel."

"I'm glad." She noted that he didn't add anything to the end of that. Not good, not hot. Just feel. She touched his hair where it pooled on the step between her hands. It was cool and silky. Soothing.

"Good," he murmured as he leaned in.

She felt as though he touched her with more than his tongue. That in this moment, she had more of him than she'd ever had before. She didn't know what it was, but she wanted it. She wanted this openness with her husband, even if she didn't know what to do with it.husband, even if she didn't know what to do with it.

And then she stopped thinking as he took her into his mouth, holding her in the position he wanted with his hands, nibbling and sucking at her c.l.i.t before lapping at the juices that welled, humming against her sensitive bud as he took his pleasure, causing more cream to flow, driving her higher-away from conscious thought, straight into pure sensation.

She rocked on his mouth, the little b.a.l.l.s going with her, adding their own brand of torment to the moment.

With every stroke of his tongue, she climbed higher.

With every nibble of his lips, the invisible wires inside coiled tighter and tighter, until she couldn't hold back her scream.

"Shh, baby," he murmured. "I'll make it better in a minute."

She didn't want to wait a minute. She wanted it now.

As he attempted to slide out from between her thighs, she clamped down. Her strength was no match for his.

He laughed, nipped her inner thigh and slid free, s.h.i.+fting her weight back to her responsibility as he rose behind her.

His fingers slipped into her wet slit, moving gently against her flesh, and then he pulled out. The b.a.l.l.s s.h.i.+fted, moved, stretched her outward before popping free. He dropped them, catching her as her knees buckled. The b.a.l.l.s rolled down the stairs with loudthumps as she futilely tried to suppress a scream. Her body ached for him.

"I'm right here, Jenna."

His chest came down over her back, his hands settled beside hers. Between her thighs she could see his c.o.c.k, hard and engorged, stretching almost to the stair with the weight of the wide plum-shaped head. As she watched, a pearl of fluid beaded the tip, dangled precariously a second before falling to the stair tread.

"Oh G.o.d."

His chin came to rest on her shoulder. His hair swung into view, bringing with it the scent of pine and smoke and outdoors. "Bring me home, Jenna."

She reached between them. His c.o.c.k was hot to the touch. Rock-hard. She just needed to angle him up and they'd both have what they wanted. She hesitated.

"What if someone comes in?"

"Then you'll stand up."

He was right, all she had to do was stand up and her skirts would fall into place and no one except she would know about the fire raging inside. She looked between their legs. Unless they recognized those little b.a.l.l.s down there at the foot of the stairs.

Another bead of moisture formed on the tip of his c.o.c.k, growing bigger, stretching into a teardrop. Shecaught it with her thumb, smoothing it over the slit, tracing it back and forth, back and forth. She didn't want to waste any of this.

"Jenna, if you don't want me to come in your hand, you'll stop doing that."

On the next pa.s.s of her thumb, his hips bucked against her. His arms trembled against her shoulders.

His lips brushed her ear as she debated what she wanted to do with all that power that was in her control.

"Make a decision, Jenna."

In her. She wanted him in her. And to h.e.l.l with who might see. She angled his c.o.c.k up as he pulled back until he was nudging her p.u.s.s.y. With a pulse of his hips, he seated the head in the well of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

She braced herself for his thrust. It didn't come.

Instead, he spread her slowly, giving her gentleness instead of possession, trapping her between seduction and expectation, making her burn and ache as her muscles parted to accept his breadth.

"Nice and easy, baby," he whispered against her ear, his breath wafting across her cheek. "Just relax and take me in." His hips pulsed against hers. "A little at a time.

Just you and me and nothing else."

Yes. Just them. Here. Together. She pushed back, taking him deeper, the pleasure spiking higher as his c.o.c.k pierced the tight confines of her p.u.s.s.y."Oh G.o.d!"

He froze, his hands on her hips, keeping her still.

"d.a.m.n it, Jenna, did I hurt you?"

"No." Nothing he did could ever hurt her. "Don't stop."

He didn't even seem to breathe as he asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yes." She wanted everything he had to give her.

"Baby, how did I get so lucky as to marry you?"

"You asked?"

He laughed-a harsh tortured sound. "Now you chose to crack a joke?"

"I'm sorry."

He kissed her cheek. "Don't be sorry," he rasped as he wedged his c.o.c.k deeper, "Just promise to do it again later when I can appreciate it."

Reason fled as he seated himself to the hilt and gave her everything he had.

Chapter Seventeen.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

Jenna shook her head as Clint helped her down from the buckboard, pulling her cloak around her and Brianna as the wind blew down the busy street.

"I'll be fine." In truth she was dreading the shopping trip. It was a safe bet that her marriage to Clint McKinnely was going to be the talk of the town. People would no doubt be curious. She'd just have to get through it.

Clint straightened her collar. She glanced up. He didn't bother to try to hide the concern in his eyes. She wasn't very good at keeping things from him.

"Sure?"