Promises Prevail (The Promise Series) (51 page)

He nipped her clit with his lips, restraining her jump with his hand, keeping her in place for the light scrape of his teeth

“I’m making you feel good.”

And he was. Every word whispered against her clit stoked her passion, every brush of his breath held her hostage to the need for more. He gave it to her, scissoring his fingers in her ass, the agony and relief driving her hips up into the descent of his mouth.

“Clint!”

“Right here,” he murmured against her, the soft folds between her thighs muffling his drawl, but not his impact on her senses. He was her husband, her lover. He was everything to her, made her want to give everything to him, but he wouldn’t take it. Wouldn’t let her go. He just kept lapping at her pussy, drinking in her juices, swirling figure eight patterns on her most sensitive spots with that wickedly agile tongue, nudging her passion higher but not high enough. Seemingly content to feast on her forever, while his fingers worked her ass.

Oh heavens, his fingers! She needed more, so much more than he was giving her. More than the throbbing combination of burn and relief. She needed his cock. Driving deep, filling her full, soothing the agony of unfulfilled desire he was feeding. She needed him.

“Please.” She arched her neck, her back, striving to break the restraints of his hand, wanting to shove her whole pussy into the hot cavern of his mouth.

“Help me, Clint.”

She’d never felt this way before. As if with just a little more, a little something more, she’d disappear onto the swirling hunger that consumed her. It scared her. Even as she wrapped her fingers in Clint’s hair and dragged his mouth harder into her pussy, moaning when she felt the pressure of his teeth, she was pulling back mentally. Afraid of this pleasure, so intense that it had to be a sin.

“Please.”

There was no mistaking the fractured knot of fear in Jenna’s high-pitched plea. Clint stilled his fingers and mouth. Her juices spilled over his tongue as she moaned and shifted. He traced a path from her clit to her ass with his index finger

“It’s okay, baby,” Clint soothed, spreading her sweet cream around her tightly stretched anus. Damn, she was so small she was going to have trouble taking him. He touched the taut flesh with his tongue. She gasped and jerked, no doubt shocked, and then more of her sweet juices spilled to coat his hands and his tongue. He let them flow around his fingers. If he were a less selfish man, he’d use one of the smaller toys in his collection to stretch her, but he wasn’t, and he wouldn’t. Not with her. Not this first time. This time it had to be him. And her. And nothing else.

He adjusted their position so her hips were on the edge of the bed. “Bend your leg, Sunshine.”

He guided her with his hand on her right ankle. She wasn’t a tiny woman, but she felt tiny in his hands. Amazingly fragile. Infinitely vulnerable. He geared her foot to a spot near her hip, exposing the deep pink of her swollen labia as he took her left leg and bent it carefully, knowing the scar tissue and twisted muscle wouldn’t cooperate as easily.

“Let your legs fall open, Jenna.”

She did. Slowly. Cautiously. He looked up the length of her body, over the opulent curve of her stomach. Her lush breasts shivered with the force of her breathing. Their tips engorged to a bright red, and by looking between, he could see her expression. Her delicate features sharpened with desire, her eyes luminous with pleasure and uncertainty.

He shifted up until his shoulders supported her thighs and he could rest his chin on her pubic bone. Her ass milked his fingers, straining to get more sensation.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Jenna. It’s just you and me, Sunshine, and you know I’ll take care of you.”

“I can’t control it,” she gasped as if it were a problem.

“You don’t need to control anything, you just need to let go.”

He worked his fingers out. Her muscles clamped down, trying to keep him in her. He worked them back and forth, easing them free for a heartbeat

“Give yourself over to me, Jenna. Just let go and trust me to catch you.”

He thrust his fingers back in, not as easily, pressing his mouth to her stomach as she shuddered and screamed, arching into him, thrusting against his hands, kissing her stomach as she shuddered and strained up for more.

“Son of a bitch, Jenna, you’re hell on my control.”

“Really?” She braced her torso up on her elbows.

She didn’t look upset. He smiled and prodded her tight ass with a third finger.

“Yes.”

She clamped down, denying him entry.

“Relax baby. Let me in.”

A new blush raced over the first. “Sorry.”

Her lip slipped between her teeth as she asked, “Do I excite you as much as some of your other women?”

It was such a revealing question to ask, exposing so much of her soul that he didn’t need to hear the catch in her voice to know how vulnerable she felt. He rubbed her engorged clit with his thumb as he met her gaze.

“There’s never been another woman like you.”

She parted for the slow intrusion of his third finger, her head arching back and a long drawn out scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as he screwed his fingers into the hot, willing depths of her ass.

He waited until her scream faded to eager pants. Beneath his thumb her clit pulsed. She was very close to climax.

“Look at me, Jenna.”

She did, albeit with difficulty, struggling to lift her lids, struggling to focus past the agony of holding back.

“There won’t ever be another woman for me.”

She blinked. He held her gaze, pulling back, letting her see his tongue before he sank his mouth into the hot fluid warmth of her pussy, lapping at her, staying longer than he meant to, caught up in her heat, her taste. Her whimper brought him back to himself. He drew back, licking her taste from his lips.

“No other woman could ever taste like you.” He fucked her with his fingers, spreading them as he pulled out.

“No woman could ever feel like you.” He thrust them hard and deep, taking her faster than before, knowing she was aroused enough to enjoy the bite of pain with her pleasure. Her scream scraped the edges of his control.

“Sound like you,” he finished.

She threw her hips up, taking a fraction more, her face twisting into a grimace of agonized pleasure. His cock leaked pulses of hot seed, wanting to be buried where his fingers were, wanting to fill her with his come.

“No other woman could ever make me feel like you do, Sunshine.”

He turned her over, letting her legs dangle off the bed, its height keeping her feet off the floor, perfectly poised for what he wanted. He stepped between her thighs, spreading them so they rested on the outside of his. He stroked the full curves of her buttocks, kneading them, smiling when she gasped and her back muscles tightened in an effort to increase the pressure.

“Easy, Sunshine.” He stepped forward bringing the wide head of his cock in alignment with the shiny, reddened opening of her ass, using just enough pressure to keep the head in place. He aligned his thumbs at the base of her spine, sliding them slowly up her back, over her shoulders, along her arms until he could enfold her hands in his. He lowered his head, relishing the softness of her skin along his torso. Everything about her was so soft, lush, giving.

His black-as-night hair tangled with her blonde waves, pooling in sharp contrast as he whispered in her ear, “Until the day I die, you’re the only woman I’ll have.”

She shuddered beneath him.

“Oh God!”

He pressed against her, absorbing her heat and the promise of pleasure beyond.

“That being the case, you need to take care.”

He eased his hips forward, his cock wedging against her soft flesh, filling the well left from the pressure. His cock jerked and swelled. He gritted his teeth as his balls drew up tight. A spurt of come leaked past his control. She whimpered as it flowed around the point of their joining.

“No taking chances.” He grunted, reinforcing his point. “No risking yourself.”

Beneath the pressure of his shaft, her muscles began to part. Her hands clenched in his as her nails dug into the comforter.

“You’re mine, Jenna,” he whispered in her ear, feeling the truth deep in his words, shaken by the reality. “From now on, no matter what, you’ve got me.”

He pushed her control with pulses of his hips. “Relax and let me in, baby. Accept me.”

She shook her head. The soft denial ripped the veneer of civilization off his soul. Possession, primitive and wild, surged to the fore, demanding her compliance. He brought his determination to bear on that critical connection.

“Yes.” His voice was as guttural as his emotions. The shake of her head only increased his resolve. She would not deny him in this.

“Accept me.”

She shook her head harder, her fingers wrapping around his, her back pressing against his chest in rapid pulses of distress.

“Can’t,” she gasped.

He worked his lips side to the side on her neck.

“I’m not leaving you a choice.”

The soft muscles of her ass were no match for the force of his determination.

Her “You’ll leave” was a high-pitched wail of surrender as her anus spread over the tip of his cock, pulsing and tempting him with the promise of what could be.

You’ll leave.

He held himself still inside her. The rage ebbed as the cry echoed in his head. She wasn’t denying him, she was denying herself. He kissed her cheek, her hair, the side of her mouth.

“Jesus, God, baby. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re everything I’ve always wanted.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered into the comforter, her voice tight with pain, both physical and mental.

He fought back the need to plunge inside her and gave her the truth instead.

“I don’t either, but that’s the way it is.”

It was a damned weak reason to give a woman, but surprisingly, Jenna relaxed beneath him. Her voice was soft as her skin as she whispered, “For me, too.”

The confession exploded through him, reaching deep to that wild primitive part, blocking out all other emotions. One word chanted over and over in his mind as he surged into her, past her resistance, making reality of what had only been a supposition. “Mine. Mine.”

He didn’t realize that he was saying it aloud as he tunneled in and out of the hot, slick grip of her ass until Jenna arched beneath him as he freed one hand and reached for her swollen clit, pinching it in time with his thrusts. Her scream of “Yes” battered his ears, and shattered his defenses as the last of her resistance faded. He surged deep into her body, pumping harder, longer—striving to reach that part of her that she kept hidden. His balls slapped against the soaking wet pad of her cunt as he increased the power of his thrusts, deepened the angle of his penetration, arching into her shudders, knowing he’d found his mark as she screamed and fought, her body convulsing…

She screamed his name as her ass clamped down on his cock, choking off his own climax. She shuddered and cried beneath him as her body milked his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest, holding her close. Her tears soaked his arm as he powered to his own release. She turned her head, her lips brushing his cheek, accepting his wildness, his need.