Wrecked (Stories of Serendipity #8): #8 by Anne Conley Read Free Book Online Page B

she might not have ever had the privilege with another man, and he’d be damned if he’d let this opportunity pass him by.
    His control was stretched taught as a tightrope, and it was about to snap. She felt so damned good against him. His hands lifted her skirt and slipped between her thighs to feel her curls wet with her dew. She gasped when he slipped a finger inside, and Renae’s hands fumbled with his belt buckle, then his button on his pants.
    Jason wanted to taste her, all of her, but he couldn’t control his hips, thrusting wildly against hers. His erection was straining against his boxers when she finally got his pants down, and he pushed his underwear down with one hand while pulling hers down with his other. He looked at her again and saw nothing but desire in her eyes. The fear was gone, thankfully. He quirked an eyebrow at her. She saw his question and nodded at him, pulling his mouth to hers again. He kissed her back, lifting her legs around his waist and entering her in one swift movement, his hand clutching her smooth, round ass.
    They gasped together, the kiss momentarily broken. Jesus, she felt so good… so warm… so tight. He stilled, to allow her to adjust to him. At the same time, he knew if he moved, he would come too soon. So he squeezed her ass cheeks and kissed her throat, just feeling her warmth. She felt amazing wrapped around his cock. He moved his mouth to her neck, nibbling and suckling on the smooth skin there, while he waited for her tight, wet heat to loosen up. Her gasps in his ear were almost his undoing. When he lifted her up, she gasped again, and he when lowered her, she whimpered. He started moving slowly in and out of her, pumping his hips while he tried kissing her again. Her mouth was open, slack jawed, and she didn’t kiss back, so he kissed her neck some more. She tasted so good, he didn’t want to stop kissing her. And it distracted him a little from how good she felt, her slick heat wrapped around him.
    He was kissing down to her clavicle when he heard her breathing quicken, and she tightened around him. He thought for a second he would die of pleasure, and she let out a long, low moaning sound that sent goosebumps prickling up his spine. Then he felt himself lose all pretenses of control, and he pounded into her two, three times and buried himself in her depths before carrying her to the bed on weak knees and collapsing on top of her.
    They laid there connected, still semi-clothed, for a while before he came to his senses enough to sit up and remove his clothes. Renae was limp, almost asleep. He kissed her gently, trying to gauge her reaction to him.
    That wasn’t at all what he’d envisioned their love-making tonight would be. He’d imagined a slow, sexy seduction in the bed. Not quick and dirty against the wall. But he’d lost control, and would like another chance to do it right. He looked down at little Jay, who lay limp and flaccid against his leg. Thinking of Renae, totally naked in bed with him, brought a slight twitch, and Jason decided he could probably go again if Renae was willing.
    He looked again at the woman next to him, whose eyes were now open, gazing at him, unfocused. He leaned down and kissed her again before apologizing.
    “I’m sorry about that. Lost control a little.”
    “It’s okay. I did too.”
    He kissed her shoulder and trailed kisses to the juncture of her neck. “Care to try again?” He was hopeful.
    She giggled softly, the sound tinkling in Jason’s ears as she turned to him, pulling him closer. That was all the answer he needed. Slowly, he stripped Renae’s clothes off her and did things the way he’d wanted to in the beginning. It was magical.
    He kissed her naked body from head to toe, stroking her to another climax before entering her again. He rocked into her slowly, bringing forth the noises that had made him lose control the first time, relishing them. His hands roamed her body, caressing her skin while he kissed her