N. Walters - Stroke of Sapphire

Her hand slid between their bodies, down his chest toward the front of his jeans. He sucked in a breath when her fingers skimmed over his cock. His well-thought-out plan of taking his time got chucked out the window. The hell with courting her, he wanted to fuck her. He could adapt his plan. He could do both. Yeah, that sounded good to him. Fuck her, then court her.

He could still see Gregor’s hands on her, taste the metallic tang of fear in his mouth at the thought of the bastard hurting Sapphire. Jake needed to know she was safe, that she was his. Needed to reassert his claim.

He took her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of her surrender as she opened under his sensual assault. Her soft moan fired his libido, which was already set to explode any second. Their tongues tangled and twined. Their breathing deepened. He kept his hands on her waist while hers roamed up and down his torso, always coming back to his aching dick. His jeans were so tight he feared by the time he undid them he’d have permanent zipper marks on his shaft.

“Take me to bed.” Her soft plea shattered any control he had left. He stood with her still in his arms and carried her down the hallway to his room.

Jake couldn’t get the image of Gregor threatening Sapphire out of his mind. The son of a bitch had tried to get her in his car. What he would have done with her when he got her there didn’t bear thinking about. Yet he couldn’t stop his mind from playing out various scenarios.

Gregor didn’t know how lucky he was. The only reason he was still alive was because Sapphire was safe with him. If he’d succeeded in taking her, Jake would have killed the fucker and dealt with the fallout. Sapphire was his.

Her head rested on his shoulder as he carried her, her arms linked around his neck. His throat tightened at the trust she showed him and had given him from the first time they’d been together. He cherished it and knew how special it was.

The bedroom was wreathed in early-evening shadows, but it wasn’t quite dark yet. There was plenty of light to see by and Jake needed to see every inch of Sapphire’s lush body. He set her feet down on the floor next to his king-size bed and her arms clung to him briefly before she reluctantly let him go.

She reached for the hem of her blouse, but he stopped her. “Let me.” He wanted to unwrap her like a present, slowly exposing every inch of her sweet body to his view. She belonged to him and he planned to take very good care of her.

“Okay.” She dropped her hands back by her sides and waited. Her breathing was shallow and she nibbled on her lower lip, her sharp white teeth worrying it.

He wanted her so badly his hands were trembling when he reached for her. His large fingers seemed incredibly clumsy as he slid one button out of its hole and then another and another until her blouse was open. She was wearing a rosy-colored bra that cupped and lifted her breasts in an enticing manner. He covered the lacy mounds with his hands, testing their weight. Her nipples were erect and stabbed at his palms.

“Jake.”

That was all it took, his name barely a whisper, a plea. He leaned down, opened his mouth and took one fabric-covered tip inside. He laved his tongue over it and soaked in the erotic moan that fell from her parted lips.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he found he loved the possessiveness in her grip. He growled and shifted his attention to her other breast but this time he pulled down the fabric of her bra and exposed the naked bud before lapping at it with his tongue.

She groaned, her nails digging into his scalp, demanding he pleasure her. He’d do more than that by the time the night was done. He wanted her screaming his name over and over as she came, begging him to fuck her until they were both exhausted and spent. His cock jerked in agreement.

He shoved her blouse down her arms and she removed her hands from him long enough for him to rid her of the garment. Her bra was next, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Jake leaned back, enjoying the erotic picture she made. “Take down your hair.” She wore it up or clipped back most of the time, but he loved the way her hair fell almost to her waist in wide curls that begged a man to run his fingers through them.

She reached up, making her breasts sway enticingly as she removed the clip. Her hair fell around her shoulders, one strand falling over a lush breast. He shifted the curly lock to one side, brushing against her nipple as he did. Sapphire sucked in a breath, her eyes wide and luminous as she watched him.

“Now your jeans.” He undid the button and zipper and shoved the stiff fabric down her thighs. She braced herself on his shoulders and stepped out of them. He quickly yanked off her panties and socks as well, leaving her totally naked.

He knelt at her feet and stared up at her. She was a goddess, unmatched by any other woman. Her skin was pale in the twilight, her dark-brown eyes liquid with arousal, her full lips slightly parted.

Jake ran his hands up her legs and over her curvy hips. Her waist dipped inward and then he moved his hands outward, cupping her breasts once again. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and leaned into his touch.

He had to have her hands on him and he had to have it now. He surged to his feet and ripped his shirt over his head. His boots, socks, underwear and jeans quickly joined his shirt on the floor. Naked, cock hard and ready, he let her look her fill, stopping her when she reached for him.

He shook his head. “Not yet.” He patted his bed and waited while she climbed onto the mattress, then he stretched out on it beside her and stacked his hands behind his head, linking his fingers together to keep from reaching for her. “Touch me,” he commanded.

Sapphire licked her lips, hardly knowing where to begin. This was the first time in their short relationship that Jake had allowed her free reign to touch him as she wanted. Usually he told her what he wanted and how he wanted it. Of course, even this was a demand, but one she certainly didn’t mind fulfilling.

Feeling brave, she swung her right leg over his thighs and settled on top of them. His eyes were as blue as ice, but nowhere near as cold. They were more frozen fire. His lips were tight together and a muscle twitched beneath one eye.

There was no sense of being self-conscious, not with Jake. Sitting on top of him, totally naked, seemed natural. “Sapphire.” His tone was gravelly and she sensed his patience was wearing thin.

She closed her hand around his thick cock, curling her fingers over his shaft. It pulsed, alive and hungry. Her hand glided up to the top of his erection and she ran her palm over the moist tip, letting it dampen her skin. The muscles in his thighs turned to steel beneath her.

Sapphire released his cock and leaned forward, resting her palms on his chest. Her hair fell over her shoulder, caressing his skin as she moved downward, touching and kissing the hard planes of his body, teasing flat brown nipples. His penis brushed against her stomach, demanding attention, but she didn’t want to hurry, not yet. She was enjoying the way her nipples rubbed over his torso, sending shards of pleasure through her all the way to her pussy. She shifted slightly, rubbing her sex over the hard muscles of one of his thighs, wetting his skin with her arousal.

“Sapphire.” This time her name was a warning.

She sat back, smiled and took his cock in her hand once again. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath and she began to pump. His shaft was so firm and alive, almost hot. Using her free hand, she cupped his balls, gently rolling them with her fingers. He groaned and his eyes shot open, ablaze with lust. She smiled at him and once again rolled the sensitive sac between her fingers.

Muscles coiling beneath her were the only warning she got. Once second she was on top of him, the next she was on her stomach with him kneeling between her legs. “Up on your hands and knees, babe.” His hand rested against her stomach as he helped her assume the position he wanted. His throbbing cock pressed against the crack of her ass and her pussy clenched hard, wanting it inside her.

Jake caressed the length of her spine before cupping the cheeks of her butt. “I love your ass.” Hot breath brushed over her skin just before his lips caressed the firm mound. She shrieked a moment later when his teeth nipped at her. He rubbed the sting away with his tongue and did it again. Heat flooded her core and she moaned.

He laughed, a deep masculine sound filled with pleasure. She wanted to see his face and raised herself enough to glance over her shoulder. He looked like some pagan god getting ready to claim his sacrifice—darkly tanned skin, blond hair, handsome and more than a little dangerous.

Long, clever fingers delved into her pussy, pushing into her molten sheath. Her head fell between her shoulders and she panted heavily. “That’s what I want,” he crooned. “So hot and wet.” His fingers tunneled in and out, curling slightly when they withdrew. “Come for me.” He hit her sweet spot and she cried out, her entire body clenching around his fingers. “Fuck yes,” he groaned.

Her orgasm swept over her and heat flashed through her body. Her vaginal muscles rippled and she cried out as pleasure filled her. But Jake wasn’t done. Before her body had a chance to recover, he fitted the thick head of his cock to her opening and pushed, stretching her slick channel as he forged his way inside. Jake gripped her hips and used short, hard thrusts to get past her initial resistance until he was buried as deep as he could go. He ground his pelvis against her ass, his balls hitting her pussy with each stroke.