Chapter 16
Tila was shocked by this new position. He’d never been so brazen before. When she felt his tongue flick against that swollen nub, she was so surprised, that it took her a moment to react. But only a moment. Quickly, his magical tongue and those damn thumbs of his explored her in that naughty, delicious way and all she could do was moan as he pulled her closer. And closer! Tila vaguely wondered if she might suffocate him, but she was past caring. She rolled her hips against his mouth, showing him what she needed and…!
“Joran!” she gasped, her hips writhing against his mouth while her first orgasm exploded within her. Her body felt as if she were melting and throbbing as the pleasure washed over her in waves. It was too much and she tried to pull away, to catch her breath. But Joran wasn’t done. He gave her one more lick and she shuddered, needing to…what? She’d already climaxed!
“Joran,” she whimpered.
Thankfully, he released her, but only so that he could roll her over. Then he was looming over her, his hips caught in the embrace of her legs, but not pressing against her at the moment. Still, seeing him like this, his hair tousled because of what he’d been doing to her was…breathtakingly sexy!
He pulled away and Tila watched as he stood up. With swift, determined movements, he released the belt and stripped out of his remaining clothes. Watching him, seeing every beautiful part of him revealed to her eager eyes, made her forget her self-consciousness of her changed body. This was Joran and he was…utterly magnificent! Those rippling muscles had always been such a delight to touch. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel every inch of him pressed against her.
He paused to grab a condom out of a drawer, then hurried back to her, his body tall and strong and definitely ready for her.
She reached out, wanting to touch him. But he grabbed her wrist and came down over her, pinning her arms over her head. “If you touch me now, I won’t last, Tila,” he murmured. Then he kissed his way down her neck, finding every one of those places that made her sigh and moan.
He pulled away only long enough to open the condom and roll it down over his impressive shaft. Then he was there again, but her wrists weren’t pinned over her head this time. Instead, he placed her hands on his head. “Touch me, Tila. Pull my hair.” He kissed her, gently at first, but when she started sliding her fingers over his hair, the kiss deepened. She knew he didn’t just like it when she tugged at his hair, he loved everything about her fingers in his hair. Tila didn’t think about the nights he’d rested his head on her breasts while she ran her fingers through his silky locks. The man literally purred when someone touched his hair. Correction, he purred when she touched his hair. Tila didn’t want to think about Joran being in another woman’s arms.
But she couldn’t help it. He’d been away from her for so long and she’d spent so many nights terrorized by the thought of him with other women. So, she yanked at his hair, which made him groan, and that fed the fires of her desire. She did it again, needing to hear that sound again. Every time she tugged, he groaned, until he thrust into her.
Then froze!
“Tila!” he moaned, not moving as he looked down at her. “Did I hurt you?”
Tila almost laughed at the possibility. “No,” she whispered, frustrated that he wasn’t fully inside of her yet. She needed all of him, needed him to fill her up and do that thrusting-wiggle thing that never failed to drive her wild. “But I’m going to be very angry if you don’t,” she tugged at his hair again, “move so that we can–”
She gasped as he thrust into her. It wasn’t the rough thrusts that he’d done to her in the past. This was a gentle slide, then a hesitation. She tugged again and he pulled out, then moved into her once more. Again and again, she tugged and he thrust. It was the rhythm that worked for them in the past and it wasn’t failing them now. Over and over, they shifted against each other, moving in the ways that they’d figured out over a year ago. But it was better now, hotter, faster, and more overwhelming. Maybe their nearly frantic pace was because they’d been separated for so long. Or maybe it was caused by all of the latent feelings they were both pretending weren’t there, simmering just below the surface.
Whatever, it worked and Tila was soon spiraling into her second climax, her body clinging to Joran as she tried, and failed, to control the tidal wave of sizzling sensations. Joran continued to thrust for several more moments, then he froze, groaning, as his body tightened with his own climax.
Then it was over. He fell on top of her while Tila wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes at the beauty of what they’d just shared. We’ve still got it, she thought with a burst of happiness.