through to his groin. Just touching her ramped up the rush of lust consuming him. His cock couldn’t take much more of this.
“Forget the coffee,” he told her. “For now.”
He waited to see if she’d push his hands away or try to back off. When she didn’t he lowered his head and brushed his mouth against her. Just a soft touch, a feathery caress. She trembled beneath his hands, a faint tremor racing through her body. He licked her bottom lip, tasting the hint of the flavor of strawberries, and his cock flexed in response.
Jonah took his time licking back and forth across her lip, He could sense a skittishness mixed with the heat. Slow, he told himself, Very slow. It will be worth it.
In a moment her lips parted and he danced his tongue inside, licking and tasting, touching the wet surfaces of that hot cavern. Her own delicate tongue touched his, tentatively at first, then more boldly. He deepened the kiss, sliding his hands around to her back to press her closer to him. He angled his head and pushed his tongue in even deeper.
Dakota sighed into his mouth, clutching his arms and leaning into him. Even with the layers of fabric separating them he could feel her hard nipples pushing into his chest and he growled low in his throat. Sliding his mouth away from hers he kissed his way along her jawline and down the side of her neck. At the sensitive spot where neck and shoulder joined he nipped lightly, then soothed the skin with his tongue.
She vibrated with need and tightened her hold on him. He wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and take her right there on the floor but he was certain that would frighten her and that was the last thing he wanted. He ground his teeth as he reached for control, knowing this dance would be a long, slow one.
He took his time kissing her neck, nipping and licking then soothing with his mouth. In tiny increments he moved his lips lower to the swell of her breasts, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. Her skin had the fresh bouquet of persimmon and a tantalizing mixture of herbs that ramped up the heat in his body. He wanted to bury his face in her flesh and lose himself in the wonderful mixture of scents.
“Jonah,” she breathed, tilting her head back to give him greater access.
Her voice had a musical lilt to it that that reminded him of the sounds of the forests he loved so much. He sucked one taut nipple into his mouth, fabric and all, and she tightened in response.
Jonah moved his mouth to her ear, tugging at the lobe with his teeth.
“If I move this to the bed I see over there are you going to turn that shotgun on me?” he whispered.
She shook her head.
Before she had a chance to change her mind, Jonah swept her up in his arms and carried her to the big bed against one wall, placing her gently on top of the quilt. He toed off his boots and kicked them to the side. Then with great care he proceeded to undress Dakota, kneeling to kiss each area of skin as he exposed it. He paid homage to every part of her body, tickling her ankles and her inner thighs with his tongue, swiping it across the quivering muscles of her tummy. His hands skimmed her thighs and hips, the skin like the softest satin. The beast within him was raging and again he reached for control.
He braced himself on either side of her, flicking her nipples with his tongue. She slid her hands up and down his arms, her breathing uneven, eyes glittering.
“You have too many clothes on,” she whispered.
Pushing himself upright, he shucked his clothes, tossing them to the floor, then knelt and drew her legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she breathed as he took the first lick of her slit.
She tasted as good as he thought she would. No, better. A taste that could easily become addictive. He lapped at her, fingers opening her labia to give him greater access, teasing her, the tip of his tongue now dancing around her clit.
Dakota dug her heels into his back and tried to lift herself to
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