My fingers trail over his chest, and I twist the bar that goes through his nipple, turning it between my fingers. I never thought I would find a man’s nipple so sexy. I lock eyes with him, and he smirks while watching me play with the small bar that goes through it. He shivers and at first I think I may have hurt him or tugged too hard on it. However, looking up, I see he finds my actions more amusing; he doesn’t appear to be in any pain. His eyes go to my lips before my hand moves lower. My fingertips graze down between the valleys of his abs, down to the waistband of his pants as I toy with the waistband of his boxer shorts. As soon as he doesn’t pull my hand away like he usually used to do, I chew the inside of my lip. I want more. I want to feel him.
Jonah moves, and I sigh, becoming a little annoyed that he never lets me touch him. Jonah always stops me before anything progresses. We never do anything, even though our bond craves it. Kora growls, just as annoyed. His rejection always leaves me distantly numb, I’m so used to it from everyone. Yet his rejection makes me feel shame for wanting more.
I roll onto my back. My heart rate is picking up, and I can almost smell my arousal. I am about to sit up, intending to get up and shower to help wake up a little, when Jonah rolls into me, pushing me back down.
“And where are you trying to sneak off to?” he growls against my lips before nipping them. I feel him smile against my lips as his lips brush against mine, startling me when he kisses me. But Goddess does it feel so good; I want this so bad! I give in to him as he takes the lead and kisses me gently.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips, demanding access as he presses his knee between my legs, forcing my legs open. Jonah moves and settles between them. I happily give him access. His tongue plays with mine when I part my lips, kissing him back as he tastes every inch of my mouth. I squirm beneath him and wiggle my hips when Jonah thrusts his hips against me gently. Fuck, this feels good! A moan escapes me, feeling his hardened length press between my thighs.
My hand trails down his side to his hip, tugging him closer, while his warm hand goes to my breast, squeezing and palming it gently through my thin cami. My nipples harden at his touch, and his lips muffle the moans that escape me. Kora purrs loudly, excitement pools in my belly that he isn’t as hesitant as he usually is. Everything becomes hazy, and I want more. No, I crave more. Crave him.
Jonah groans when I arch my hips against him, grinding myself against his hard erection. Fuck, it feels good; the bond urging and demanding him. I can’t even help it if I want to. His teeth nip at my lips before his hot mouth moves down my chin to my neck, leaving open mouth kisses. He stops at the crook of neck. Jonah sucks on his mark that lay etched into my skin. Oh, fuck! Sparks zap and zing up my spine, and warmth pools in my belly as desire coils within me. This feeling is breathtaking, and I want to stay in it. Remain in this pleasure state of bliss and euphoria.
His fiery vanilla scent overwhelms my already heightened senses, and my skin buzzes under his touch. I crave his touch on every inch of me. However and wherever I can have him, as long as his hands remain on my body, I will always be content.
The bond flares to life, and his touch becomes rougher as he pushes my top up. I shiver at the chill in the air as it caresses over my heated skin. Gripping my cami, he peels it off, tossing it on the floor, then pressing his weight back down against me. And I won’t lie that he looks so sexy doing that!
The warmth of his hard, defined pecs against my chest makes me shiver in contrast to the frosty bite of the cold morning air. I’m set ablaze with lust as his lips travel lower. His tongue flicks over my pebbled nipple before his lips wrap around it and he bites down on it, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.
“Ah,” I moan loudly, unable to suppress the pleasure rippling through me as my pussy throbs and clenches. Fuck, this is heavenly. Don’t stop! I would drown in disappointment if he does. Kora may actually bite him if he denies us.
His hot mouth teases me as he continues his descent, moving lower, his tongue licks and teeth nip as he tastes my skin. My breathing becomes ragged, louder and harsher, as arousal sweeps over me. My desire is uncontrollable and bordering on painful with my need to touch him. I arch into him. His fingers toy and tease the waistband of my pants before he freezes, pulling back to look at me questionably.
“And you’re sure you wouldn’t rather Kyan?” Jonah asks me gently, and I don’t miss the strange expression in his eyes, or worry lacing his tone. My brows furrow at his words, wondering if that is why he has been holding off on letting me mark him.
“Why would you ask that?” I reply gently, cupping his jaw with my hand. Jonah shrugs and bites his lip, looking unsure. I don’t like seeing him doubting our bond or himself. Jonah has always been so confident and direct.
“I think it is because he isn’t as experienced as Kyan,” Kora murmurs to me. Her words make me feel bad that he would think that way. I want him for who he is. Jonah is perfect in his own way, and I would never even compare him to Kyan. Not that I can, we barely did anything. But seeing the worry on his face upsets me. I hate seeing Jonah so insecure and vulnerable.
“Yes, Jonah. There is no one else I would rather be with,” I assure him, and I mean every word of what I tell him. Jonah has never let me down, never judged, never abandoned me. He has always loved me, for me. And I have always wanted him to be mine.
He leans forward with a smile on his lips as he presses them to mine softly. I smile against his lips; I want him to know that I want him wholly, that there is only one Jonah, and he is mine.