Fighting for Flight by JB Salsbury (best books for students to read .txt) 📗

the top. He trails his fingers down the center of each breast where the dark-skinned tips show through the delicate fabric. He circles them with slow, agonizing motions.

I part my lips to accommodate my quickened breath. He cups my breasts, finally giving them the attention they so desperately need. Bending down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, a torturous ecstasy that drops my head back with a moan.

“Jonah.” The urgent plea falls from my lips.

His hands move down the ribbing of my corset to my hips. He slides his fingers beneath the barely there fabric of my g-string. My body warms as he loves me with his touch.

Feather-light kisses cover my neck as he slides his hand into my panties. A moan catches in my throat. My legs wobble.

“Lie down, baby.” His words are spoken against my skin, my body obeying his command. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him as his fingers push me to the edge of my control.

I lie on the bed. He pulls my panties down to my knees, but doesn’t take them off. They’re stretched taut between my bent legs, keeping them from falling wide open.

He works between my legs, my body bending to his every whim. I need more. I pop my breasts from their lacey restraint and arch my back, offering them up to him.

His eyes lift and widen. “Greedy little wife.”

I roll my hips against his hand, affirming his words.

His mouth locks around my nipple. Blood races through my body, muscles clenching in euphoric satisfaction as I cry out my release. Weak with satiated bliss, my legs strain to fall apart. He continues to nip at my breasts.

I grab at his shirt, pulling at the buttons.

“You first.” He rolls me to my side and unlaces the crisscross ribbon at my back, removing my corset. I kick off my panties, and he pulls his white dress shirt from his body.

I suck in a breath as my eyes take in the circular scar at his shoulder. The evidence of his heroism. His bravery worn like a badge, forever imprinted on his skin, like his tattoos. A smile tugs at my lips as I study his newest. Right over his heart, my name in script with beautiful black wings extending from either side.

“I love you, Jonah.”

He doesn’t answer with words, but instead kneels between my legs. My knees fall open wide. He moves over me and lies in the cradle of my legs, the fabric of his dress pants rubbing against my bare flesh.

He braces his weight above me with his muscled arms. “I want you off the pill, baby.”

“Huh?” I’m not sure what my face looks like, but it feels as if it’s gaping.

“I know it’s soon. But, since when do we do things on a timeline? I want to start our family.” He kisses my neck then bites me gently. “What do you say?” His mouth continues its torment.

“Mmm.”

“That a yes or a no, baby?”

A real family. One that we make together. “I’m ready.” I flex my hips.

With shining eyes and his two glorious dimples, he gives me a smile that nearly stops my heart. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, he releases himself from his pants and in one thrust, buries himself completely. I lock my legs around his hips, our chests pressed together so tight I can feel his heart beat against mine. His hands cup my face and I place my hand on his jaw.

He moves, slow and beautiful, loving me in a gentle rhythm that brings tears to my eyes. His gaze locks on mine, and the affection pouring between us threatens to overwhelm me.

I watch the pleasure build. His perfect white teeth dig into his lower lip. His eyes fight to stay open against the mounting frenzy. Pleasure coils deep my belly. I arch my back and dig my feet into the mattress.

I don’t want it to be over too soon. I lock down his hips with my heels.

He stops and takes a deep breath. “No need to hold back, baby. We have forever.”

Forever. The word echoes in my head and I release him to move.

I’m free. Free to live happily with Jonah. No more threats to our future. Free to fly.

His pace quickens, and his muscles tighten with each stroke. I lift my hips, searching for more, deeper, harder. Passion, trust, and love spiral together until it explodes from my body, and I cry out his name. He groans into my neck, biting down on my shoulder and his pace intensifies. With one last thrust, his body relaxes onto mine.

Our chests heave in unison, the soft moans from the aftermath of our love-making fill the room.

He slides in and out in lazy strokes. “Sorry our first time as husband and wife was . . . um . . . fast. I blame the dress. And the stuff you had on under it.”

I run my hands through his hair, forcing him to look at me. His shy smile makes him look younger and almost embarrassed. “We have forever, remember?”

He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. “Yeah.” His eyes flutter open and he turns to look over his shoulder.

“What?” I lean to the side and look down our joined bodies to the end of the bed. “I guess someone’s feeling left out.”

Dog is curled up in a ball at Jonah’s feet. He gives us a sleepy meow.

Jonah turns back, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you talked me into bringing that thing home.”

“Jonah. He’s my responsibility. I couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself like some kind of—”

“Alley cat?”

“Ugh. You know what I mean.” I give Jonah a playful shove and he rolls off and to my side. His fingers draw invisible patterns on my stomach. “I’d be sick if I moved away and no one was there to take care of him. Everyone needs someone.”

“I never thought I’d have anything in common with a mangy cat.” His lips curl at the edges. “We both need you.” He