Comanche (Death Reapers MC Book 2)

Her Hands

The next section is a little rated R 18 and up, please. 

He loved the feel of her hands and it was taking everything in him not to ravish her as she sat holding her on his lap. Jada brushed his hair back, causing him to look up at her. They gazed into each other's eyes, Jada licked her lips, Comanche's eyes flicked down to her mouth and right then he lost it. He grabbed the back of her head bringing her mouth down to his, Jada deepened the kiss, she couldn't get enough of him. She slid her hands from his hair and down the plains of his bare chest, loving the way his muscles rippled under her hands.

Comanche groaned softly, then he pushed his fingers into Jada's hair, clutching tightly as he tilted her head back so that he could run his mouth down her neck. Slowly he slid his mouth back up to hers, trying to devour her lips with his own, feeling like he could get drunk off of her lips. Comanche slid his hands from her hair and down her back grabbing the bottom of the shirt she was wearing, pulling it over her head. Comanche was so excited, he had waited months for this moment. He covered her breasts with his hands loving the feel of her skin, Jada arched against his hands wanting him to lavish more attention on her breasts. Her breasts hadn't had such wonderful attention in so long, she moaned in pleasure.

"Do you like the way I touch you?" Jada looked down into Comanche's face. "Yes, please more," she begged him. Comanche smiled, and removed his hands from her breasts, Jada whimpered in protest when Comanche bent his head down and slowly sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Jada gasped, feeling like he set her world on fire, as he first gave attention to one breast and then the other. Comanche lifted Jada up just enough to free himself from the constraints of his pajama pants. Then he slowly worked her down his entire length, Jada groaned in pleasure enjoying the feel of his length inside her.