Divinely Living (Surviving Series) by Courtney Cross Read Free Book Online

kissed each of his cheeks softly and revelled in the stunned look Jonah gave me before closing his eyes as I rubbed my nose against his. My arms wrapped around his neck, my lips pressed against his, coaxing his mouth to open and accept my tongue. My nipples tightened as he groaned loudly and twisted his tongue around mine, our mouths fucking each other as the kiss deepened. I whimpered and my body went lax as his hands gripped the flesh of my ass and pulled me against his hardened cock. Our kiss became frenzied, our lips eating at each other’s mouths with warranted urgency. Fucking Jonah never failed to chase away the bad and inject nothing but good, a precious commodity for a woman whose life knew only cruelty and deep seeded pain. His hands slid under each cheek of my rear as he urged me closer. My need became frenzied; my nails raked at his back and dug into his shoulders. I felt starved of him, empty without him inside me, a feeling of emptiness that needed to be remedied before I lost total control of myself. The heat of his aroused body scorched my skin through the thin cotton of my sundress; a fine sheen of sweat beading the parts of my body where his muscular frame pressed against me. Breaking out of his hold, I clutched the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head in one swift move, leaving me naked but for the saturated white panties that had almost disintegrated from the heat between my legs. Inhaling a sharp breath, Jonah’s eyes greedily appraised my naked form as I stood shamelessly bare before him. Sliding my hand teasingly across my breasts and the flat plains of my stomach before resting over the sheer fabric of my panties, his lips parted and the pulse in his neck throbbed wildly as he watched me. His eyes slid towards my hand which slipped beneath the white lace, his throat working frantically as my hand cupped my sex and massaged the swollen flesh underneath. My cheeks flushed and my body bowed as warm sensations shot into my core. My fingers pinched and rolled my clit in an attempt to dampen the ache. I was so turned on it was painful, the deep desire flowing through my sensitised being, just bearable. Throwing my head back with a groan, I slipped a finger into the wetness of my sex. The sensation of being filled, having something inside me was overwhelming. Weeks of abstaining from all acts sexually related had worn heavy leaving my libido rocketing to an uncontrollable level. Jonah was the only cure and I needed a fix, immediately.
    “Make me remember, Jonah,” I whimpered as I continued to massage myself, “Now.”
    He relieved himself of his jeans then lunged for me. His cock pressed heavily against my clit as he lifted me from my feet and my legs wrapped around his hips. His mouth found mine, his kiss almost feverish in its assault. His lips were firm and possessive as they sealed around mine. The thick cushioning of the chaise lounge hit my back as he lay me horizontally along it’s length while shrugging out of the silk boxers that denied me what I needed most....his cock. My mouth watered as it fell from its confines, heavy, thickly veined and hard as steel. How could I forget the hint of pain accommodating his size always induced? The silky soft feel of his skin as he slid in and out of my hungry sex would never become a distant memory. I would always remember, forgetting Jonah Jacobson was most definitely not an option. His lips returned to mine as a sharp tug against my skin told me my panties had been dispensed of. I moaned loudly as he thrust into me, teasing me with what I was near out of my mind with wanting. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking lightly at my pulse point as he flicked his tongue across it. “Tell me you still want me, Ava,” he whispered against my skin.
    “I still want you,” I breathed as the tip of his cock nudged against my opening. My thighs widened as I bucked against him, desperate to feel connected, desperate to be filled.
    I cried out as he lunged into