Page 48 of Love Unbound
Jodi murmured appreciatively and shifted slightly, allowing him to slide one forearm beneath her ribcage, his palm flat against her abdomen, tilting her hips toward his. He levered himself up on his other elbow, fisting the other hand into the pillow next to her head. Probing with the head of his hard cock, he found the entrance to her already slick and ready for him. Pushing inside until he was buried all the way in, he felt more than heard her low moan against his chest. He let his foreheaddrop to the curve of her shoulder.
Rolling his hips against the softness of her backside, he gritted his teeth and ground out, “Fuuuuck, I love how good you feel.”
Arching her back to receive each of his thrusts, Jodi tossed her head, her sleep-tousled curls falling to one side, revealing half of her face where it was pressed into the bedsheet beneath her. Her cheeks were sleep flushed, her lips swollen and well-kissed. Her fingers fisted in the sheets and she moaned softly as she took all of him.
She was a goddess— his own personal Aphrodite.
Sliding his hand around her jaw from beneath her, he tilted her face up and back, forcing her to arch her back further, even as he continued to pump into her. It was an intoxicating sight. “God damn, Jodi, you’re so fucking sexy.”
She bit her lip and he growled low in his throat before capturing her mouth with his, kissing her thoroughly. Rocking into her, his tempo increased. Releasing her jaw and gripping the headboard in tense fingers, he let her fall back to the bedspread, and she sobbed, “Oh my god, Free, please!”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growled. “You’re going to be a good girl and come for me, and then I’m going to pound you until I come, too.”
“Yes, please,” Jodi moaned, pressing into him harder, and he could feel her thighs start to tremble, her telltale sign that she was close. Free smiled darkly from behind her, then reached around her body until his fingers found her clit, flicking it back and forth until he felt her come hard around his cock, her cry of ecstasy music to his ears.
He pumped into her rhythmically, letting her enjoy the high, before he growled, “Hold on tight,” and then pounded into her, quickly coming to his own intense climax.
Jodi panted beneath him, sucking air into her lungs like she’d forgotten how to breathe. He rolled off her to her side, gatheringher into his arms and tucking her head beneath his chin, running his hands over her arms and back, even as she trembled. Reaching for the sheet, he pulled it up to cover her, worried he’d been too rough.
Her fingers trailed over his chest, shaking slightly. He captured her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “Was that okay, Jodi?” he whispered against her fingers. “Did I hurt you?”
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she shook her head, then finally raised her head so she could look up into his eyes. Her sapphire eyes were limpid and she let out a half laugh, saying breathlessly, “I had no idea it could be like this.”
“Like what?” he asked softly, smoothing her hair away from her face. The sun had started to come up, the sky out of Jodi’s bedroom window was brightening, casting pale light across her face as he watched her.
“Likethis,” Jodi whispered, her eyes searching his. “You’re some kind of magician, I think. You pull orgasms out of me like bunnies out of a hat.”
Free laughed out loud, throwing his head back, then leaned down to press his lips to hers gently.
“It’s going to take some getting used to,” Jodi murmured, tucking her head back under his chin, settling against him.
Free’s brow furrowed, and he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping her face up so she was looking at him again. “Don’t tell me that clown couldn’t even get you off.”
Jodi shrugged, and he was coming to recognize it as a defense mechanism. One side of her mouth tilted up slightly in a sad smile and she lowered her eyes from his shyly. “It was never a priority, so I guessed it was just normal not to.”
Free hated this fool. He wasn’t sure he would be able to do as Jodi wished and hold himself back if he ever ran into this jackass again. What a joke this clown was. Clearly the man hadn’t had a clue what to do in bed to please a woman, or was too arrogant tobelieve he needed to.
Though, he admitted to himself, he took perverse pride in the knowledge that he was able to give Jodi the kind of pleasure she hadn’t known in her marriage. He wasn’t sure he would ever get enough of her.
Now that he knew what it was like with Jodi, he never wanted it to end. The thought of leaving in another couple weeks was painful, and he quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind. Right now, with her, was all he wanted to think about.
Smoothing his fingers over the hair at her temples, he settled his chin on the top of her head, at the same time tightening the arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his chest. “It’s my pleasure, Jodi, I assure you.”
Chapter 35
“I think castration is a great option.”
Free tipped his beer in salute and nodded his head in agreement. “I support that statement.”
Jodi rolled her eyes and laughed dryly. Shaun leaned over the open hood of Jodi’s Jeep, inspecting the damage Josh had done the day before. Free had argued that he could do the repairs, but Jodi had told him no, that Shaun and Tristan would never forgive her if she let anyone else do her car repairs.
In trade, Free had insisted on taking her to work that morning and told her he would be back to pick her up when her shift was over. He had surprised her with dinner ready when they’d gotten back home after picking her up from work. Shaun and Tristan had shown up just as they were cleaning up dinner, ready with replacement parts. Warren had been out earlier in the day to install a security system with cameras as well, per Levi’s instructions.
Shaun reached over and took a drink of the beer Free had offered her before setting it back down on the railing of the porch. While she was getting her things set up to do the repairs, Tristan asked, “Are you ever going to put up that porch swing Mom got you?”
Jodi nodded, taking a drink of her beer, too. “Sure, eventually.”
“Porch swing?” Free asked.
