Lean On Me (Take My Hand) by Nicola Haken Read Free Book Online

against my breasts as he pulled the
flimsy fabric down and they sprang free. His eager mouth was ready and waiting
to catch them and when he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, a
deliciously violent shiver shot down my spine.
    “I’ve
dreamt about teasing these nipples a thousand different ways,” he whispered in
a husky voice that vibrated through my skin and sent ripples of something
unfamiliar trickling through my insides.
    After
reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, he licked and teased each nipple
in turn while palming the soft flesh surrounding them with his hands for what
could’ve been hours. At some point during that time he managed to shed his own
pants without me noticing and now lay on top of me wearing nothing but an
unbuttoned shirt.
    Lifting
himself off me, he fell back on his heels and I almost choked on the gasp I
tried to keep hidden inside. That was the moment I realised I’d never seen
Jared shirtless before. I knew from the way some of his t-shirts hugged his
chest that he was a fit guy – though lean… athletic you could say. Gawping
unashamedly at his bare flesh when he shrugged his white shirt from his
shoulders, my mouth dropped open slightly as my eyes followed each and every
perfectly defined line contouring the delectably flawless muscles from his chest,
right down to the delicious ‘v’ of his hips.
    “Like
what you see?” he teased with a wicked grin. I just nodded after being rendered
literally speechless. “Well you’re gonna like what you’re about to feel even
more.” I felt my hips tremble in anticipation and then Jared leaned across me,
reaching towards the drawer in my bedside table and pulling out a condom.
“Lucky guess,” he muttered proudly before I had chance to ask how he knew where
I kept them.
    He
leaned back on his heels again and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his
fingers in awe as he rolled the condom down his length from tip to base, like
it was the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen. Once it was snugly in place he
palmed himself up and down a couple of times, and then using one of his knees,
he parted my legs one at a time and nestled himself in between them.
    “Jared
I can’t…” I was about to tell him (well, remind him) that I couldn’t lift my
legs, but he placed a finger over my lips and smiled.
    “I’ve
got you, baby,” he assured as if he knew what I was thinking. Then, tucking a
hand under each of my thighs, he lifted my legs and anchored them around his
waist - never letting them go as he slid himself excruciatingly slowly inside
of me. “Holy fuck, Rachel…” he groaned, forcing his legs slightly apart so his
hips could take the weight of my legs.
    I
gasped loudly when, still anchoring his hands under my thighs, he thrust into
me once again – still slowly, but a hell of a lot deeper.
    “Oh
my God,” I whimpered, feeling the spasms of an orgasm threatening to explode
deep inside my core.
    Already?
Holy hell…
    “This
feels so… so… right. Perfect,” Jared
breathed, still torturing me with slow, teasing thrusts. He was right. This was right. I had never felt anything
close to this level of connection with another person but a small bubble of
fear ballooned in my throat, preventing any words of agreement escaping.
    Keeping
his strong arms by his side to support my legs, Jared’s pace gradually picked
up, driving faster and harder into me as I clawed at his firm chest. Every so
often he would bend forward and kiss me, groaning into my mouth and then moving
to my neck, my shoulders and my breasts.
    “You
feel… So. Fucking. Good,” he cried out between thrusts. “Tell me you like it
too. Tell me you like feeling me inside you.”
    “Yes.
Oh God… yes!” The build was growing stronger. What started as a faint hum in
the pit of my belly had swelled and spiralled, plunging between my legs and
increasing in intensity every time I felt Jared slam back into me.
    “It’s
like I was made to fit