“I’ll make it all better, baby,” he promised as he eased between her thighs. “You just lie right there and I’ll make it all better.”

Kenni’s eyes jerked open as his shoulders settled between her thighs and his hands slid beneath her to cup the curves of her rear.

“Jazz!”

Heated, hungry lips settled on the sensitive folds between her thighs, his tongue laving the tortured bud he found there with exquisite, fiery licks.

Wicked blue eyes locked with hers, his gaze daring her, tempting her as his lips tightened on the little nubbin to suckle at it with gentle, tormenting draws.

Her hands clenched in the sheets beneath her, her breath locked in her throat. Small, desperate mewls escaped her lips, and pleasure rocked her senses.

She was certain the tightening spirals of pleasure were going to tear her apart. Every muscle strained toward the rapture growing closer, and just when she was certain she would explode with it he eased the pressure of his lips, pulling her back from the ecstatic edge.

“No. Don’t stop.” Her hands flew from the sheets to bury in his hair instead.

“But it gets better, sweetheart,” he assured her, his voice deeper, darker. “Let me show you how good it can be.”

Wicked. Those eyes were so wicked as he lifted her closer and then licked her.

Parting the swollen folds, he tongued the sensitive inner flesh lazily. Flicking against the clenched entrance to her vagina, he rimmed the opening before testing it with the tip of his tongue. Pleasure seared her, burned against already sensitized nerve endings, and sent sensation clashing through her senses.

Too much. Not enough. Too easy. Not easy enough. She didn’t know if she needed more or if she needed less sensation. All she knew for certain was that his tongue was lethal. It teased and tempted, licked and tasted until Kenni was desperate for release.

She’d never felt pleasure like this. She’d never known it could be this intense, this exquisite. Lightning-swift, forked trails of lashing sensation tore through her senses, setting off explosions of such heat throughout her body that she felt tortured with pleasure.

His tongue teased and tasted her intimate flesh, his lips captured sensitive skin, suckled at it and heated it. He tortured her with such pleasure she was begging, nearly crying for ease before he captured her clit between his lips, suckled it into the heat of his mouth, and flicked his tongue over it, around it—rubbed against it.

The implosion ruptured her senses with ecstasy. Bright, livid color exploded behind her closed eyes as her body tightened, shuddering uncontrollably beneath the violent lashes of ecstasy.

Spasms tore through her, stole her breath, and left her gasping for air.

Sensation was still rocketing through her when he moved. He rose between her thighs, coming over her as a blunt, heated pressure tucked at the entrance of her vagina and began pressing against it with steady force.

Kenni struggled to open her eyes, to catch her breath. Forcing her lashes open she looked down in time to see the heavy, blunt tip of Jazz’s erection as it disappeared inside her.

Her senses screamed out in pleasure and in pain. Eyes wide, she let fascination and shock hold her in their grip as she felt her inner flesh rippling around the intruder, tightening and pulling though mere inches penetrated.

And there was a lot left to go.

“Damn, Kenni, you’re so tight,” he groaned as his lips pressed against her shoulder. “So hot…”

Kenni bit her lip, her senses so immersed in the sensations tightening inside her that she hadn’t considered he would be unable to fit.

“I’m sorry.” She wanted to please him, wanted her body to please him. “I’m so sorry, Jazz.”

He eased back as a dark chuckle parted his lips. “Sorry? Oh God, Kenni, you’re fucking exquisite.”

Pausing at the entrance his hips bunched, power gathered in his thighs, and a second later the broad, heavy flesh forged harder, deeper inside her as the fiery pleasure became a deep, burning discomfort that shocked her body and tore her free of the building waves of ecstasy pulling her into another release.

Kenni forced back a cry of pain. She didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She’d waited so long for this, for his touch, his possession. The pain would be okay soon. Surely it would.

She stilled beneath him, forced her fingers to uncurl where they gripped his back, her nails to ease from his hard flesh.

He still wasn’t fitting.

Kenni nearly whimpered at the knowledge that it would hurt again.

“Ah baby.” The deep rasping croon eased some of the fear.

She would endure much worse for this man.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay, Jazz.”

His lips eased over her shoulder, her neck. Slow, whispering caresses that had her senses pausing, waiting to see what he would do.

His hips didn’t move. Despite the contractions of her vagina around his thick length, he remained still but for the throb of the thick crest buried within her grip.

“You’re perfect.” His voice was strained, his muscles tight as his kisses drifted to the tops of her breasts. “My perfect sweet Kenni. No one’s ever given me such a precious gift.”

She’d never imagined giving herself to anyone else. Every fantasy, every desire since she was sixteen had been centered on him. His lips were easing over her upper breast to the still-hard tip of a nipple. She loved his lips on her nipples. She would endure a little pain for that pleasure.

Only it was better than before.

She was shocked at the cry of renewed need as it escaped, surprised she had the breath to make the sound.

As his lips surrounded the hard tip and he sucked it firmly inside the heat of his mouth, those hard lightning forks of sensation ripped from her nipple to the painfully stretched flesh he was invading.

A spasm rippled through the muscles clenched around his erection as Kenni felt the slick, heated slide of her response ease around the intrusion.

With every pulse and clench of the flesh surrounding his cock, Jazz’s lips became hungrier. He suckled at first one nipple then the other until the striking bolts of pleasure had her hips lifting to him, the pain of the penetration merging with the pleasure whipping around her again.

Jazz didn’t ease back at her response. Instead, one hand clamped to her hip as his lips and tongue pleasured the hard peak and he thrust against her again. The hard flesh buried to the hilt inside her, filling her, stretching her so tight around him that his throbbing length caressed all of her vagina.

“Jazz.” Her hands gripped his biceps now as new sensations began tearing at her, tearing through her.

His breath rasped as her ear. A groan tore from his lips while powerful, corded muscles flexed against her.

“Lift your knees,” he rasped at her ear. “Grip my hips, baby.”

His hand slid from the curve of her hip to her bent knee to guide it into place. Once she was positioned as he wanted his hips shifted, the full length of his erection settling deeper inside her.

Kenni whimpered at the increased sensation, her knees automatically tightening on him as a rough groan vibrated against her ear.

“That’s it, Kenni,” he whispered. “Hold on to me, because heaven help us I don’t know how long my control is going to last.”

Her lips parted to question the comment when he moved. Pulling his hips back, he shifted his erection inside her, moving against delicate responsive flesh. Pleasure clashed with pain. Her vagina rippled and clenched around him to hold him inside before the heavy flesh settled in place once again.

That slight movement ignited a trembling response.

“More,” she whispered brokenly as she shifted against him. “Do it again.”

Jazz gripped her hip with one hand, his hold tight as his breath rasped at her ear. “Ah hell, Kenni, your pussy’s so tight, so sweet around my cock.”