Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

him deep, her throat closing around him like a tight fist, squeezing, holding him there for a long count and then, once again swal owing as if drawing him deeper, her muscles working him over until bright lights exploded in the back of his brain.
    He tried not to move, knowing if she stopped, his heart might cease beating. She was moving again, suckling as if starving, and when he touched her mind, he found—desire. Hunger. A craving for him, to please him, to take him beyond every limit and give him not pleasure but ecstasy. Her driving need to please him was more of an aphrodisiac than anything else could have been. Not only was she enjoying giving him pleasure, she was deriving pleasure as wel .
    She used her tongue, a velvet rasp that sent streaks of flames over him, her teeth, gently scraping and nibbling along his shaft, careful to watch his every reaction, the hot suction of her mouth drawing him closer and closer to the edge. He tilted his head, needing her now, needing her to take him deeper, shocked at how it felt each time he thrust and she took him in, her muscles squeezing around him.
    His moans were loud, fil ing the room, a sweet music that she hummed along to, the vibration adding to the intensity of his pleasure. She sent shock waves through his body as she began to take him deeper and pul strongly, milking him, her hand on his sac, her mouth a miracle of magic. He felt as if he was an inferno, a white-hot flame, as thunder pounded in his chest and a roaring began in his ears. His toes curled and every muscle strained. The tendons in his neck stood out and he felt every drop of blood center and pulse in his groin. Hot. On fire. “So fucking hot, baby,†he tried to murmur, but he couldn’t find enough air to breathe the words to her.
    There was a light sheen of sweat coating his body. His hair was damp and every muscle in his body strained toward her—toward that mouth that was devouring him, milking him. His cock jerked. Pulsed. Swel ed until he fil ed her mouth and stretched her throat. He felt it then, rising, rol ing over him like a tidal wave, sweeping him into an explosive release that didn’t seem to stop, the hot semen pumping out of him, jet after jet, the orgasm erupting through his body, until his thighs and bel y were so tight he thought he might die from sheer bliss. He heard his hoarse cry— Elle —and the guttural, animalistic moans coming from his throat.
    She held him in her mouth while he softened and then licked at him gently, lovingly, as he lay there with his heart pounding out of his chest and his lungs fighting desperately for air. She kissed her way along his shaft and then up his bel y to lay her head once more on him. Jackson could only lie there, shocked, colors dancing behind his eyes, his body in a state of absolute ecstasy. If there was a nirvana, he had found it.
    You have to have the most beautiful, talented mouth in the entire world, Elle. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again, but I’m going to die a happy man.
    She pressed kisses along his bel y, nuzzled him and lay back down, her arms around him and her head pil owed on him. His cock was nestled between her soft breasts and she straddled him, her mound against his thigh.
    Jackson may have dozed off, he wasn’t certain, but when he opened his eyes, it was significantly lighter in the room. He was content to lie there, his hands in her hair, her body draped over his. El e made him whole. El e gave him peace. She made sense of the world. She took away the ugliness and al owed him to see the beauty in the same way his music did. She brought him so much pleasure he could barely conceive of it.
    He tried to puzzle out what was so different about being with her. There had been nothing mechanical about the way she had touched him. Every stroke, every touch, her mouth, her tongue, even her teeth, had al been used on him with love. He’d felt the overwhelming emotion in everything she did to him. His. His El e. She amazed and humbled him with her determination to give him pleasure.
    â€œEl e? Are you awake, baby?â€
    â€œMmmm.â€
    She sounded drowsy and contented. Like a little cat. He tugged on her hair until she was looking up at him.
    â€œThank you for making me feel like a human being again.†He frowned, trying to find words that would express how she made him feel when there were none. “More than that, thank you