Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

y naked when he was partial y clothed.
    El e could hear the blood pounding in her ears, a roaring, a need that wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t get close enough, her hands cupping him, stroking and caressing the thick hardness, so velvet soft and hot. She groaned and felt the shudder run through him as if she’d ignited a fuse. He simply lifted her, taking a step so that her back hit the wal and steadied her.
    â€œWrap your legs around my waist.â€
    His voice was hoarse—sexy, so needy she felt another rush of welcoming liquid. She hooked her ankles together around him and clasped her hands at his nape, head back, hair cascading in a long fal . His body was so hard. So perfect. The air on her nipples added to her arousal, the wind teasing over her body like fingers.
    Jackson was slightly shocked to hear a growl rumbling in his chest and throat. He felt like a mad animal, consumed by lust and love, a need to be inside her so strong he brought his hands to her hips and using his strength, pushed her hips down hard, impaling her on his thick cock. He felt her body sheath his, drawing him in, so hot and tight and wet, gripping and squeezing and taking his breath.
    As he drove upward, he felt the resistance of her body, her breath slamming out of her lungs, the thril of pleasure in her mind that went from breasts to bel y to her hot core so that her muscles clamped around him hard. The pleasure burst through him, shook him, consumed him until nothing mattered but driving deep into her, over and over, feeling the hot clasp of her body, the tight, burning sheath gripping at nerve endings determined to drag his release right out of him.
    Her body tightened. She shuddered, her eyes going wide. A whimper slipped from her throat. As his hands forced her down, she moved her hips in a tight circle, riding him, rising and fal ing, matching the intensity of his frantic rhythm while her body coiled tighter and tighter around his. Her body was scorching hot now, a fire that roared through his veins and pul ed every part of him to the center of his body. Mind and blood and strength. Building . . .
    building.
    He heard her moan, and his body jerked in response. He knew she was close. That soft sound was a musical symphony to him, a song he played in his mind, and he wished he could transfer to the keys on the piano and hold forever to him.
    Another rising moan. She chanted his name. Soft. A whimper. She threw her head back again, her soft hair sliding over his arms, her face flushed with arousal. He loved her like that. That perfect moment before her body clamped down like a vise on his, drawing out his hot release. Her unknowing song, her heat. The look on her face. It al combined to give him a fierce, primitive satisfaction and added to the wicked pleasure swamping his own body.
    The first wave hit her hard, consuming her. He drove deep, his cock stretching her tight channel. A ripple went through her, from her womb to her bel y and up to her breasts. He actual y felt it. Another loud moan and her entire body locked around him, a vise that clamped down so hard for a moment he couldn’t separate pain from pleasure. She shuddered again as another wave built. He felt the contraction move through her, through him, swel ing like the tide, a shock wave jolting outward from her feminine sheath, surrounding him, vibrating through him. He felt her heart beat against his.
    He thrust again, heard her soft cry, her music crashing in his ears, and then there was that moment, that perfect, glorious moment when he felt the power coil in his body, gathering, and his blood roared—the sound of thunder—racing up through his body, his bal s tightening, his cock rocketing pulse after pulse of hot seed deep so that his body shuddered with hers as the burning pleasure washed over him and her tight muscles gripped him hard, milking his shaft until he was empty. For a moment, everything blurred around him and he felt spent, deliriously happy, and total y, completely at peace.
    El e pressed her face into his shoulder while her body trembled with aftershocks, each quake rushing through his body like an electrical current, spiraling pleasure through him. He waited for the air to come back into his lungs and his legs to get their strength back. He kept his body tight in hers.
    â€œI dreamed about you for years, El e, of this, taking you over and over. I love hearing your moans and that little whimper you give when