Page 22 of Snatching Jackie (Wintermoon Shorts #5)
But I forget all about my underwear when Jabari kneels before me, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs further apart. He buries his face between my legs, ravenous. His tongue traces my center before circling my clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
“Oh god,” I moan, one hand moving to the back of his head.
He pushes my legs back, opening me up completely to his mouth.
Jabari devours me like a starving man. His beard creates a delicious friction against my sensitive skin, adding another layer to the pleasure building inside me.
When he slides his tongue into me, I arch my back, a broken cry escaping my lips.
The pressure builds quickly, tension coiling tight in my core. He seems to sense how close I am, doubling his efforts and sliding two thick fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit in quick, firm strokes.
“Jabari!” I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, my thighs trembling around his head. My inner walls pulse around his fingers, and he groans against me, the vibration prolonging the waves of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop, continuing to lap at my sensitive flesh, drinking in my release with appreciative moans. His persistent attention sends aftershocks of pleasure through me until I’m quivering, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
Finally, he pulls back, rising to his full height.
His mouth and beard glisten with the evidence of my pleasure, and the sight sends another jolt of arousal through me.
He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck as he carries me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Instead of heading for the bed, Jabari carries me to an open wall space in the bedroom. He presses my back against it, holding me with one strong arm while his eyes lock with mine. His free hand moves between us, and I hear the sound of his zipper.
This isn’t Jabari—or at least, not entirely. I can see it in his eyes, which seem to glow with an otherworldly light. It’s his bear, eager to mate with me.
He teases me first, sliding the thick head of his length up and down my slick pussy. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, urging him on without words.
When he finally pushes inside me, we both groan at the sensation. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. Once fully seated, he grips my hips and begins to move, using the wall as leverage to guide me up and down on his dick.
The intensity builds quickly. My breasts bounce with each thrust as I grip his shoulders, occasionally pushing against his chest when the sensation becomes too much.
His thickness creates a delicious friction against my walls, and the angle allows him to hit spots inside me I didn’t even know existed.
He slams into me again and again, each thrust more powerful than the last. His eyes never leave mine, though he barely speaks—just loud grunts, animalistic growls, and deep moans that vibrate through his chest into mine.
The pressure building inside me feels different this time, more intense and centered lower in my belly. A strange urgency builds, almost like I need to pee, but far more pleasurable.
“Wait, something’s wrong,” I gasp, suddenly uncertain about the unfamiliar sensation.
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he intensifies his movements, angling my hips slightly differently.
The new position sends sharp bolts of pleasure through me, and before I can process what’s happening, a powerful release crashes over me.
It’s different from any orgasm I’ve ever experienced—more intense, more all-consuming.
A gush of fluid bursts from me, and I lose all sense of reality as wave after wave of pleasure washes through my body.
Jabari growls deeply, his rhythm breaking as he reaches his own climax. He pumps into me a few more times, triggering another release from me, another gush of fluid between us as my consciousness fractures from the overwhelming pleasure.
My vision blurs at the edges, my limbs trembling uncontrollably. He manages to maintain his stance despite his legs buckling slightly. He carries me to the bed with him still inside me, laying me down gently as he slides out.
He climbs on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure. I’m vaguely aware of him shaking me slightly, concern in his voice.
“Jackie, baby, did I hurt you?”
I stare up at him, still stunned and shaken from the most powerful orgasm of my life. My body continues to pulse with aftershocks, and I feel boneless, completely undone.
“I don’t know how I’m going to survive you,” I murmur, the words coming out breathy and weak.
He laughs lightly, planting a tender kiss against my forehead while cupping my cheek. “I’ll try to calm down,” he promises, his voice still husky. “It’s just... when it comes to you. You’re so smart, confident, and incredibly beautiful. It’s hard not to lose my mind.”
I sigh, staring up at the ceiling. This shifter is really going to be the death of me. But deep down, I’m already wondering when we can do that again.