Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

didn’t move. He didn’t step forward. He didn’t drag her to her knees by her hair, he simply stood there, his hand circling his heavy erection, and he looked as sexy as sin.
    â€œWhat if I can’t?â€
    He shrugged as if it didn’t matter either way, but it did—it mattered to her. Jackson was everything good in her life, in her soul, and if she couldn’t bring him pleasure . . .
    He laughed softly. “Sil y woman. Pleasure starts in the mind. He can try to tear it from you and force you to accept him by training your body to a certain response, but it wil never be what we have together. You give me pleasure already. I can feel your tongue stroking along the shaft, right here.â€
    She fol owed the line of his finger, with her eyes and then in her mind. She almost tasted him. Warm. Male. Whol y Jackson. Her tongue curled and he jumped.
    â€œSee, baby? It’s about love, and giving and not about control and serving. I have no doubt that you can bring me al kinds of pleasure anytime you want to.â€
    El e didn’t take her eyes from his shaft and the large mushroom head already glistening with a smal pearly drop. She wasn’t sickened—just the opposite—she was fascinated. She could feel his breath moving in and out of his lungs, the heat coursing through his body and gathering into his very core. Her hand moved tentatively and she cupped his heavy sac, almost without realizing she’d done so.
    Jackson let out his breath in a long rush. Her fingers stroked the velvet texture. He didn’t move, standing perfectly stil under her exploring hands.
    Fire streaked through him when she nuzzled him gently, her warm breath exquisite against his sensitive skin. She felt his reaction as if it were her own, his erection engorged and growing heavier and thicker, burning and aching with need now. She let her tongue run over the broad head just to taste him. His entire body shuddered in reaction. His shaft pulsed and jerked. She felt the explosion of ecstasy bursting through his mind.
    â€œTel me who has the real power, El e,†Jackson whispered, his voice hoarse. “This is al you, giving me pleasure. So fuck him. He can’t take anything away from us.†He actual y stepped back away from her, trembling a little, but determined not to go any further.
    El e didn’t want to stop. She wanted to see for herself. She hadn’t taken him in her mouth, stroked her tongue over him or felt him slide his shaft down her throat. She needed to know if it was possible without turning the act of giving, of love, into something depraved. Her hands stopped his backward step, fingers digging into his thighs.
    â€œI want to feel you inside my mouth.â€
    â€œBaby . . .â€
    Jackson’s voice was gentle, but it shook, just a little, tel ing her he wasn’t nearly as composed or in control as he wanted her to believe. It should have scared her, but it fil ed her with elation. She ran her fingers down his thighs and back up again, stroked the tight sac and leaned forward to nuzzle the base of his shaft.
    Jackson’s heavy erection jerked and pulsed against her face. He gasped and a groan slipped out. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, El e.â€
    She could see in his steady gaze he meant it. This would have been enough for him, he felt she could build confidence from there, but it wasn’t enough for her. He stood there, so sinful y masculine, so giving and tender and she wanted him to feel that explosion of ecstasy again and again. She wanted to be the one to bring it to him. And she wanted to wipe the memory of how it felt to be forced into service rather than lovingly give it.
    Her hand circled his wide girth and she slipped to the floor, on her knees in a submissive position. Jackson winced visibly and caught her shoulders.
    â€œI’m tel ing you, baby, this isn’t necessary.†But it was becoming necessary.
    His entire body was on fire. What man didn’t love to see his woman on her knees in front of him wanting to give him pleasure? He was afraid to let her, afraid of touching her, afraid of triggering a negative response in her, yet the moment her mouth moved over him, he knew he was lost, caught forever in her spel . The only avenue left to him was to share how she made him feel. He flooded every corner of her mind with sizzling fire.
    Kneeling, El e looked