Mara’s breath hitched as she nodded, her eyes locked with his, his words making her shiver with need. He belongs to me. “Then why did you stop me?”
“Because I’d have been a goner after just a few more sucks of that gorgeous mouth, or a few more flicks of that hot little tongue. Fuck knows it makes me crazy, but it isn’t what I need right now, and I don’t think it’s what you need, either.”
She lowered her feet to the ground after he’d taken a few steps. The motion lights had come on at the front of the house automatically when they’d pulled into the drive, and Mara bit her lips as she nearly drooled at his muscular chest, bared because she’d opened the buttons. The tails of the light green shirt dangled at the sides of his hips, and his jeans hung low and sexy with the zipper open and his cock standing about as erect and rigid as possible. “God, you’re beautiful, Jared,” she said in a soft, breathy voice. “What do you need right now?” Mara was aching to give him anything he wanted, anything he needed.
Jared yanked at the hem of her shirt and she lifted her arms as he made short work of removing it and then the flimsy bra she was wearing. Dropping on his knees despite the cement on the driveway, he unfastened her jeans and yanked them down with her panties until she could step out of them.
He stood, crowding her nude body against the bumper of his SUV. “I need us to lose ourselves in each other. I need to feel you clinging to me, touching me like you’ll never let go. I need to touch you, fuck you until the only thing you can think about is me. I want to hear my name on your lips with every breath you take while I make you come.” He slapped his hands on the hood of the vehicle, putting a palm on each side of her body, his eyes burning with an intensity that was nearly blinding. Lowering his head, he moved his lips along her temple and down her neck. “You smell so fucking good. I want to breathe you in until the scent of you permeates every cell in my body so I’ll never inhale again without savoring your essence.”
Mara was panting just from listening to the erotic, romantic words he was saying in a husky, fuck-me voice. “Jared. Please. I need you.” She moved her hands to his shoulders and lowered the shirt to his upper arms. He shrugged it off impatiently, and she stroked her hands over his chest, letting them glide to his back and then into his hair. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough to him to satisfy her. “Fuck me, Jared. Fuck me now.”
His mouth crashed down on hers as his muscular arms wrapped around her waist. One of his hands threaded through her hair, and he held her prisoner, tilting her head so he could take complete control of the demanding embrace. Lifting her bare legs around his waist, Mara moaned and writhed against his burgeoning cock, desperate to feel him inside her.
He conquered her with his mouth, spearing between her lips again and again, entangling her tongue with his until she was breathless. Panting, she begged him again, “Please.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You. Just you. Make it hard, make it rough. I need you to make me yours.” Mara wanted to sob with the need for him to claim her with a possessiveness that would satisfy her unbearable craving for him.
Lowering her legs from around his waist, he stepped back and turned her body, pressing her hands onto the hood of the car. “Like this?” he asked roughly, demanding an answer as his hand stroked down her back and over the cheeks of her ass.
Oh, God, yes.
“Yes. Please.”
Jared delved between her thighs, spreading her flesh and running his fingers through her moist heat.
Mara threw her head back as he probed her pussy with expert fingers, her ass in the air, her hands on the car hood keeping her in a bent-over position. Jared brushed against her clit just enough to make her moan.
Her body jolted as he slapped her ass. Hard.
Whack.
The carnality of his erotic punishment nearly made her climax right then and there. He had her in a vulnerable position. Standing at her side, he was able to tease her pussy with one hand and smack her ass with the other at the same time. The pleasure-pain sensation nearly drove her insane, and she screamed his name as he slapped her ass again.
Whack!
“That’s for calling me pretty,” he told her dominantly, huskily.
If this was what she got, she’d call him pretty ten times a day. “Make me come, Jared.” The spiral of tension in her belly was almost unbearable.
He moved behind her and grasped her hips. “I’m going to go deep this way, Mara,” he told her in a strangled groan.
“Good. Go deep,” she panted, more than ready to feel him inside her. “And don’t be careful. Claim me. Please.” More than anything, she wanted Jared to lose control. He’d never hurt her, and she wanted him just as raw as she was at this moment.
He slammed into her, and he wasn’t gentle. Mara could feel his control had snapped, and instinct and elemental desire had taken hold.
“You feel so fucking amazing. It’s like we were made just for each other.” He pulled back and stroked into her again.
She wanted to tell him that she felt the same way, but all she could do was moan, words escaping her as her need tore at her. His hips began to move faster, and Mara thrust back to meet every frantic thrust, her climax clawing at her.
So close. So damn close.
“Jared. Jared. Jared.” She started chanting his name with every breath she took, unable to stop herself. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed except him.
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, taking one hand off her hip and wrapping it around her waist, stroking down to her pussy.