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Touching isn’t enough, though. I need to taste.
Lifting the front of her top, I lower my head and suck a nipple into my mouth, sounds rumbling from my chest.
“Oh god,” she breathes.
Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me in place as I can suck and lick each breast, the light tug on the strands driving me crazy.
I squeeze her ass cheeks, pushing her down harder while her hips rock faster.
She’s squeezing me so fucking tight, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.
“I’m close,” Jayne murmurs. “So close.”
I feel the moment she starts to come, her walls tightening even further. “Fuck, yes. That’s it.”
She cries out, dropping her head back while bucking in my lap, and my mind goes hazy.
I never thought it could feel like this. I never imagined I could enjoy it like this.
Lifting my head, I kiss my way up her chest and throat, holding her close to my body, as close as possible.
I want to be wrapped up in her, surrounded by her.
Pleasure grows, my eyes squeezing shut at the beginning of my orgasm. My body flushes hot, my cock growing thicker.
And then I come with a deep groan, my face pressed into the crook of her neck while I empty into the condom, the world fading to black.
Only when I’ve caught my breath, and the ringing in my ears has subsided, do I feel Jayne’s arms wrapped around me, one across my back, and the other at the back of my head, keeping me glued to her.
The only thing that goes through my mind is that I never want her to let go.
“Sleep in my bed tonight.”
Jayne finally releases me, both of us pulling back while her pleasure-glazed eyes meet mine. She’s as lust drunk as I am, but even so, I see the hesitation there.
She’sstillholding back, the wall between us firmly in place.
Her fingers and eyes drop to lightly trace a path over my chest, making me want to hum with pleasure all over again.
When she returns her gaze to me, I can see a decision has been made. Maybe one that costs her.
“Okay.” It’s spoken so softly, I barely heard it.
Okay.
My dick is still hard and buried inside her, but it’s the prospect of sleeping beside her in my bed that has my skin buzzing, a rush of happy contentment swimming through me.
Even so, I can’t help but wonder why there was so much guilt on her face when she agreed.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Jennifer
Jacob is out of prison.
He isout.
And instead of any speck of happiness that I might have at the thought of him being free, the pit in my stomach is stillgrowing.
