"Then as a responsible adult, I suggest we do something about it if we don't want medical intervention." The minx rolled over until she straddled his waist, wetting his hard length with the honey of her juices.
"Umm." He stumbled for words. He'd wanted to talk to her, right? Sentences needed to be formed, thoughts processed, but all he could think about was how good she smelled and how right she felt riding his cock with no latex between them.
"So glad you agree," she said, lifting his throbbing erection and rubbing it teasingly against her wet folds. "I woke up feeling empty and needing something."
The soft confession melted his heart while hardening his already hard cock. "Anything you need, baby. Anything."
Shy green eyes met his as Lexa slowly lowered herself down his shaft. A sharply inhaled breath jolted his gaze from where their bodies melded to the brightness of her eyes. "Lexa, if I'm hurting you—"
She pressed one soft finger against his lips. "Shh, I'm a little tender, very little, but I expected that. It's been a while since I've been with anyone. No one ever this big though. You just might have ruined me for other men."
"Good," he said without thinking.
Her body jolted above him, and she enveloped him in one smooth downward stroke. They both exhaled at the feeling. Nothing, nothing in his life ever prepared Jagger for the sense of rightness, of perfection when sinking into Lexa's tight, wet heat.
"Oh, Ty, you feel so good. I love the way you stretch me."
Her words heated his blood as his hands clenched her full hips, grinding his cock as deep as he could go. "Fuck," he panted as his balls tightened. "I can't get enough of you, Lexa. Every time I'm in you, I never want it to end, then after we come, I just want to start all over again."
"Then fuck me, Ty, until neither one of us can think," she pleaded as their eyes met in some weird kind of understanding. He pulled out until his tip rested inside her.
"Always, baby," he promised. Then he cupped the round globes of the world's most perfect ass and barely pushed inside the welcoming wet heat of her body.
The spontaneous clenching of her pussy around the head of his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge. Shuddering, he looked up at her, this woman who'd stolen his heart with SEAL stealth and cunning. Shocked he could feel so much for her in so little time. She was now his world, his end all and be all.
The head of his cock sank deeper. The stretching of her delicate flesh, the slow pleasure/pain of anticipation as his cock slowly claimed her.
Then he stopped. Panting, he waited, knowing he had to see, to watch as understanding and realization filled her brilliant jade green eyes.
Her eyes flashed open, pupils so dilated only a small rim of jade color visible.
"Stay with me, see me," he pleaded as he moved.
He surged forward. This was his female. His woman. She rode him, claimed him for her own as the grip of her pussy tightened to the point that he doubted his ability to hold back his release much longer.
Fragile sensitive tissue rippled along the head of his cock, caressed the shaft then tightened again. Her legs tightened around his hips, and her manicured nails dug into the hard flesh of his chest. She was killing him.
“Ty,” she cried out, her beautiful eyes blinded with rising passion. "Please."
She was more than a hot fuck, more than a night of hot careless passion. Lexa was his. The moment he realized who she was, who she'd always been, she owned him heart, body, and soul. This woman with her wide smile, wicked sense of humor, silky skin, and generous heart belonged to him, and she was more than he deserved. More than a man who killed for a living deserved.
“Oh, God. Oh, God, yes.” Lexa whimpered her pleasure as her hips followed the rhythm of his. Her nipples brushed his chest when she lowered herself to claim a kiss sent tingles straight to his balls as his erection pounded inside her.
He strummed his fingers through her pussy, making her even wetter than she already was.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Lexa. The way you take me so easily, how wet you get. There is nothing better in this world than eating you out or sliding balls deep inside your sweet pussy.” His voice was hoarse. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized words of love had almost come tripping out of his mouth. He couldn't say them now. She'd never believe him, not when their bodies were joined so tightly and all his blood supply drained down to his cock.
Control. He needed to get control over the situation before he spilled the truth of his heart. With an agonizing groan, Jagger pulled out of her wet addictive heat, pushed her until her head almost hung over the edge of the bed.
“Stay there,” he demanded.
****
Pleasure slammed through Lexa as Tyler's mouth reached the heated flesh of her pussy. Eyes closed, Lexa put her hands above her head clenching the edge of the mattress. Blood rushed to her head as the sensation built. His tongue speared into her, and then he teasingly nipped around her clit, but never where she so desperately needed it. Over and over, his strong-callused hands held her hips steady as she tried to arch against him. Sounds, half-formed words of pleading tumbled from her lips, and she barely recognized her own voice as he overwhelmed her with his talented mouth. The climax slammed into her with no warning, sending her screaming over the edge into mind-melting pleasure.
Then he dragged her sated body into the middle of the bed. “Have to be inside you.” And then he was there, sliding into her eager open flesh.
A shudder shook both their sweat-slickened bodies at the intensity of their joining. “You feel amazing, so perfect, so right, so mine,” he murmured, his lips against her neck.
Her breathing stopped for a second at his words before she dismissed them. Men always said things they didn't mean in the middle of sex. When sex was this good, she almost felt like promising things herself.
Instead, she wrapped her legs around his lean waist and rolled her hips up to meet his every hard thrust. The heated flesh of her pussy swallowed him, sucking him in deep and eagerly before he pulled out, only to start the erotic dance of give and take all over again.
Each thrust into her cunt felt like perfection, a joining of the hearts and souls, more than just two bodies coming together for mutual pleasure. He panted her name. She looked up at him, his hazel green eyes foggy with need and pleasure. Nothing existed beyond the pleasure of his cock filling her, his arms holding her, and his heart pounding against hers.
Still the need to pleasure him, to offer a physical demonstration of the emotions she could never speak assailed her. Seeing his body, muscles slick with sweat glistening above her, Lexa gave in to the temptation to touch and taste what belonged to her, at least for the moment.
She pushed until their positions reversed and he panted beneath her, need tightening the skin around his mouth and eyes. How could she want one man so much even as he still filled her, stretching to almost the point of pain?
His flat stomach tightened as she traced the bands of muscle up to his chest to his puckered brown nipples. Unable to resist, she moved her mouth to him and licked over the flat ridge of each. His body shuddered, and his hands fisted in the sheets when she followed the licks with a tiny love bites.
Sitting up forced his cock deep inside her body, and she bit her lip at the pleasure the movement caused. But she didn't want this to end before it really began. This night or day would never happen again. Everything she'd ever dreamed or imagined doing to or with Ty had to be fulfilled while she had the chance.
So instead of riding him over the edge of the pleasure cliff, Lexa looked him over. His face tight with stress was masculine and defined but still beautiful in a unique guy type way.
As he watched her through gorgeous hazel eyes fringed with lashes any woman would give an ovary to have, she felt something click deep inside her. Something she hadn't known was missing fell into place.
Scared of the emotions swirling through her mind Lexa slid her hand over the defined biceps and powerful forearms. She pressed soft kisses to the tips of each finger on his large hands, paying special attention to the calluses formed from firing guns so often. She traced the tip of her tongue over his kiss-swollen lips to his jaw and up to his earlobe for a quick nibble.
“You’re killing me,” he complained and she laughed. Who knew sex could be fun or even involve laughter.
“I seem to remember doing a little begging myself last night," she teased, kissing her way south.
His body jerked at the intensity of the sensation. "I love looking up at you riding me, Lexie. You are the most beautiful sight a man could dream of,” he whispered hoarsely. "Only thing even close is watching my cock thrust deep inside you. Oh, dear god…”
His words ended on a gasp as she slowly tightened her muscles along his hard length.
Jagger grabbed her hips, his own rising to meet hers, and he slid in that last inch or two. A moan of pleasure escaped both their lips as her body took every last inch of his swollen flesh.
“I love the way you squeeze me tight. I can feel you quivering around my cock. So good, so right, I may never want to leave you." His words shocked. The first she could dismiss as lust induced babbling, but now? Had he spoken only because his orgasm grew closer?
The rare rough honesty of his words shook her once-firm belief of their limited time together. The words coming from any other man would turn her off, but not him, not now. Jagger left himself vulnerable to her in ways she’d never imagined. Breathe, she needed to breathe and concentrate on the physical only. Attaching emotions that weren't there was a mistake she refused to make. Just because she'd been in love with this man since puberty didn't mean he would suddenly return her feelings.
Sex. Sex with mind-numbing orgasms was the only thing they had in common and she'd better yank her mind out of the emotional sandpit and back to the physical. So she circled her hips in a teasing motion and watched his eyes fly open wide.
He moaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "Fuck, baby, don't tease me. I'm too close to the edge."
Tightening her inner muscles around him, Lexa wanted him to go over, wanted to see the unvarnished pleasure take him, pleasure she gave.
Yesterday, she felt vastly green next to Tyler's sexual experience. Today, for the first time, Lexa felt like an equal, like she gave him as much pleasure as he did her.
“Come for me, Lexa,” he cajoled in a rough voice. His hands left her hips to tease her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between talented fingers. Her head fell back as her eyes slid closed.
The force of their joining was intense, and she could no longer deny the intimate rightness of their connection. One of his rough hands moved down her stomach to her pussy where he slicked his fingers with her juice and slowly circled her clit as she rode him.
Shocking pleasure jolted through her as her body slammed down hard on Tyler's cock, a climax ripping her apart with bliss. She screamed, cried, and panted out his name before all motor skills disappeared in a flood of satisfaction. Vaguely, some part of her erotically satisfied brain was aware of his orgasm as he lost all sense of rhythm and simply fucked her with hard brutal strokes that kept pleasure rippling through her.
The next thing she knew Tyler slipped two fingers between spread open thighs and squeezed her clit. Another wave of orgasm swept through her, taking her up and over the edge.
Barely able to control her sexual comatose body, she slumped down, boneless, on his chest as his hoarse groans reached her ears. Seconds later, Lexa felt the wet heat as he flooded her body with his release.
Hours, days, or years passed before their rapid breathing slowed and she grew aware of the cool air brushing against her naked back. She made a move to sit up, but his strong grip on her hips held her still.
"Oh, baby," Tyler whispered as he eased back, those unusual eyes staring up at her. "You are so amazing, so good, and I can't imagine anything better than being in your arms."
Chapter Six
In that moment, Jagger realized he was no longer falling in love with Lexa. He had already landed smack dab, head over heels in love with the mouthy, loving, sarcastic curvy bundle of perfection. She owned him heart and soul.
Unable to hold back the emotions threatening to drown him, Jagger took the biggest risk of his life and put his heart and pride on the line. Tomorrows weren't guaranteed and he never knew when his next mission would be his last. He'd be damned if he died without ever having spoken the words to his woman.
“I love you, Lexa,” he said in a soft, but firm voice. He didn't ever want her to think the words were easily spoken yet without meaning.
Against his wishes, Lexa slid off his body and cock then propped her head on her hand and looked at him with a strange light in her beautiful eyes.
“Umm, what was that?” she asked, her gaze darting over his face. She aimlessly traced patterns on the sheet.
“I said I love you, Alexa Westlake.” His heart pounded, his mouth lost all hint of moisture, and his palms grew clammy. Damn, he'd rather face a pack of gun totting terrorists than this one woman with the power to destroy him.
Finally, their gazes met. “No, you don't," she replied calmly.
“The hell I don't!” He sat up letting the sheet fall to his waist. When her gaze dropped to his groin, Jagger flushed and grabbed a pillow to protect his package and possibly his virtue. Never once had he spoken those words to a female not related to him, and the first time he did, the woman in question argued with him. "Oh, no, you don't." He shook his finger at her. "I'm not here just for your cheap sexual pleasure. When we made love, it meant something, and I'm not laying a finger on you until you admit it."
“No.”
“What?” Jagger almost shouted the word. How dare she tell him no? Lexa had to have felt the connection, the sense of belonging, of coming home each time they came together. Granted, it was more than just the out of this world sex that made him fall in love, but he'd start with the easy stuff.