Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

up at him. His face was a mask of desire, lines etched into his skin, white lines around his mouth. His eyes were closed, as he savored the feel of her hands stroking his heavy, thick erection. She felt his lust rising, his desire spreading and it should have scared her, but his love was woven so tightly into every image, into every thought, that she only wanted to feel more, to please him more, to give him—everything.
    Hunger invaded, sharp and relentless, a need to feel Jackson, to know the shape and texture of him, to have his shaft fil ing her mouth, and feel his need of her—for her—fil ing her mind. She leaned into him, one hand sliding up his inner thigh, the other massaging his bal s. She licked along the broad head, a curling sweep of her tongue, teasing him a little, feeling the jerk, the pulse that fol owed as she licked him like an ice cream cone.
    Jackson’s jaw was set, his hands bal ed into two tight fists, a mixture of such longing and restraint incredibly beautiful to her and such a sexy turn-on. He didn’t grab her hair and thrust his aching cock deep into her throat, recognizing her need to be in total control, but she could tel she was driving him insane with her sensual exploration, her tongue laving and sliding over and around, exploring the hard length of him. His breath left his lungs in a rush as she skimmed her mouth up and down the heavy shaft.
    There was no room for anything in her mind but bringing pleasure to Jackson. She wanted to prolong the time, savor it, revel in the way his body became hers. He gave himself total y to her, but a soft growl escaped, and his jaw tightened more, teeth clenching in an effort to stay under control when his desire and need raged like a wildfire.
    Keeping her gaze locked with his, El e parted her lips and, with infinite slowness, took him in, drawing the flared head into the moist velvet heat of her mouth. His body shuddered again. His hips jerked hard, his muscles going tight under her fingers. Even his bal s drew tighter in reaction. She moaned, vibrating around his shaft as he slowly sank his length deeper. She heard the heavy rasp of his breath, hoarse and needy.
    Love exploded through his mind, hot and hungry and so mixed with lust she didn’t know where one started and the other left off. The two emotions were darkly woven together, inseparable, and she realized she wanted it that way. She wanted this, her gift to him, a treasure she could give him, worshiping his body and not al owing ugliness to touch them. His hunger fed hers. Her mouth tightened around him, tongue teasing and probing while she suckled strongly.
    Jackson dropped both hands on her shoulders, fingers tightening. “Baby. You have to stop. We’re getting out of hand here.†His voice was rough, almost unrecognizable.
    Oh, yeah. He liked it. He more than liked it. Triumph swept through her. Elation. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and over the head, teasing at the underside before drawing him deep again, suckling strongly. She was giving everything to her man, showing him love, and no part of Stavros and his ugliness touched them—or could touch them. A kind of euphoria seized her and she engulfed his shaft with her tight mouth, her tongue working magic.
    He gasped. “El e.†This time his voice was demanding. His hips shifted. “Feel what you’re doing to me.†He could barely get the words out, a groan escaping as he tried to keep his body from reacting. It was impossible with the demand of her hungry mouth.
    El e reveled in his slipping control, the way his heart beat into her mouth with every stroke. He fil ed her, her lips stretching around his girth, his shaft pulsing and jerking against her tongue as she urged him closer, her hands on his hips. He tasted a mix of hot, sexy passion, love and lust and sinful desire. She rubbed her tongue back and forth al along the rigid length of him, paying particular attention to the sensitive spot just under the flared head where he jumped and fireworks exploded in his head each time she concentrated her attention there.
    She kept her gaze locked with his, wanting not only the pleasure in his mind, but to see it on his face, in his eyes. The haze, the opaque glitter, the lust rising, the harsh breathing. Her tongue stroked and caressed, teased and danced, al the while she watched his face and the expressions of pleasure chasing through him. She kept up a