Page 70 of Romancing the Rumrunner
“Tony?”
“Hmm?” he groaned.
“No more talking.”
Tony chuckled and Jessie cupped his face, pulling him back to her lips.
“Your wish is my command.”
He put his lips to better use, exploring the soft dips and valleys of her body while his hands played their own game along her silky skin. His palm cupped her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple until it beaded, hard and aching. Tony’s tongue flicked over it and Jessie gasped, her body arching beneath his, trying to press the tender bud closer to him. He teased her for a moment, his breath blowing across the tip until Jessie whimpered in frustration.
When his lips finally closed over it, Jessie cried out, her hands gripping his hair. His tongue swirled around the tight bead while he suckled her and Jessie threw her head back, the fire in her belly intensifying. She hadn’t thought it was possible to climax from breast play alone, but Tony was about to prove her wrong.
He moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, while his hand trailed lower down her body until it found her opening, already wet and ready for him. He slid a finger inside and her hips bucked against him.
Tony groaned, adding another finger to join the first as his lips moved back up her body, his mouth once again fusing with her own.
Jessie writhed beneath him, the pressure in her core building until she wasn’t sure she could stand it anymore.
“Tony!” she pleaded, no longer able to articulate what she wanted, needed, from him.
“I know, love,” Tony said, moving to cover her.
He withdrew his fingers and Jessie moaned, almost sobbing at the loss.
Tony nudged her legs farther apart and she spread them eagerly to accommodate him. The hard, warm length of him pushed at her entrance and she wrapped her legs about his waist, lifting her hips to bring him closer.
Tony panted, teasing her, easing himself in slowly, an inch at a time, only to withdraw again. Jessie tossed her head from side to side, her hands clawing at the pillows beneath her.
“Tony!” she shouted again.
He chuckled, the sound full of male satisfaction, as he finally slid his full length inside her.
Jessie sucked in a ragged breath, her body stretching to adjust to him. He paused, brushing her hair back from her face, and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Jessie looked into his passion-darkened eyes, and for the first time in her life, she felt whole, safe. Like she was home. Tony was her haven, her everything. And she’d never let him go again.
She moved her hips beneath him and dragged him back down to her, showing him with her lips and tongue what she wanted from him. Tony was more than happy to oblige.
He moved slowly, setting a careful rhythm that soon had Jessie crying out for more. Her legs tightened around him, her hands gripped his waist. A few more strokes and the inferno that had been building inside her finally burst, swelling through her in wave after wave of pleasure.
Tony was only a moment behind her. He arched, thrusting himself as deep as she could take him. Jessie rose up to meet him as he emptied himself into her.
He held himself still for a few moments longer, both of them enjoying the lingering ripples of their lovemaking before Tony collapsed, gently bringing her with him as he rolled to his side.
Jessie lay against Tony’s chest, dragging in long, deep breaths until her heart stopped pounding. He cupped her cheek, tilting her face up so he could press a tender kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” he whispered, staring deep into her eyes.
“Jailhouse cat and all?”
He chuckled, tucking her body closer to his. “Yes, cat and all.”
She threaded her fingers through his and brought them up to her lips. “I love you, too.”
Jessie lay in Tony’s arms, happier than she had ever been in her life, her body pleasantly lethargic. She drew lazy circles through the hair on his chest.
“What’s next for you?” she asked him.
“Hmm, well,” he said, catching her hand and kissing each of her fingertips as he spoke, “first of all, I’m going to regain a little strength, and then I think I’ll make love to you again.” He pulled her chin toward him so he could reach her lips for a kiss. “And then again.” Another kiss, longer, sweeter. “And possibly again.”
