Swept Away 2 by J. Haymore

Author:J. Haymore
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: contemporary romance
Publisher: Jennifer Haymore
Published: 2014-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Ethan lies back willingly. I kiss his lips before trailing more kisses over his tight T-shirt and down his front. I lift his shirt a little after reaching the hem of it and spend some time exploring his rippling six-pack. After stopping at his belly button, I follow the light trail of hair down to the waistband of his boxers, then grip them and tug them downward. The waist catches on the tip of his cock, but I peel the cotton over it, and Ethan lifts his hips, and when they’re down near his knees, he kicks them off.

He is long and hard and thick. And…I never thought I’d feel this way about a man’s penis, but it makes my mouth water. The crazy, insatiable desire for him to be inside me pulses in the part of me that wants him so, so bad.

I’m going to have to make do with having him in my mouth—which, right now, doesn’t seem at all like a hardship. I want to taste him, want to feel him under my lips and over my tongue.

A part of me realizes this is a basic, instinctual reaction that begins at the primal core of my humanity. The insatiable desire to mate and be mated. I feel primitive and raw, and so turned-on and needy, my eyes can’t seem to focus on anything.

I raise my hand tentatively to his cock. When my fingertips stroke over him, his whole body jerks in reaction.

I slide my fingers from the head to the base, marveling at the softness of the skin over the solid length of him, at the dry, searing heat of him.

I take my time exploring him with my fingers, stroking with my fingertips, then wrapping my hand around him and experimenting with moving my fist over his length, rubbing my thumb over the head, squeezing him loosely, then more tightly, roughly, then gently.

From the tempo of his breathing, from his gasps, it’s clear what he likes. When my hand strikes the perfect balance between soft and hard, he pants and thrusts up into my touch. When he does that, pushing the head of his cock through my fist, my mouth is ready, and I wet my lips and take him in.

We both groan. He is hot and hard under my lips, and he tastes clean, like Ethan always does, and salty and intrinsically male. Stretching my mouth wide to accommodate his girth, I move my fist and my mouth down him, taking in as much of him as possible.

“God, Tara,” he whispers roughly, pushing his fingers into my hair. “God…” He shudders. “Your mouth feels so…fucking…good.”

Strong, heady arousal washes through me, and my sigh brushes over his skin, making him shudder yet again. I love this, having this power over him, this ability to make him tremble and moan and to bring him pleasure. I love the taste of him inside my mouth, foreign yet so erotic.

My eyes sink shut as I focus on pleasuring him. I lose myself in moving my lips and hand over him.

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