“And you,” he growled. His hands slid beneath my thighs, gripping each one, yanking them apart to settle his bigger body between them. One hand slid down, locking behind my knee, lifting my leg and wrapping it around him so that I was splayed wide, soft and vulnerable for the hard grind of his cock. “Back whereyoubelong.”
I whimpered, delighted, thrilled, breathlessly rubbing myself against him, aching and beyond ready.
Weeks, months, a yearbeyondready.
And yet he waited.
His fingers walked over me, grazing the sensitive skin between my breasts, trailing the undersides and outside swells, moving inward in circles, closer and closer until he brushed my nipple.
I hissed and arched my spine. He rewarded me, pinching and rolling the tip between his fingers. My hand went to his shoulder, fingers digging, clinging to him.
At the slickness of his scorched skin, I gasped, yanking my hand back. “Your skin! Fell … I burned you!”
His lips closed over my breast, drawing my nipple deep into the warm cavern of his mouth, intent on me, on devouring me.
As concerned as I was for him, I gasped at the heat of his mouth, at the blistering pleasure.
“I don’t feel a thing,” he said around the distended tip, then continued to suck me as though it was a life-and-death imperative.
I tangled my hands in his hair, my vision spotty as he twisted the pleasure tighter within me. “Is that because I’ve burned you to the bone and you’ve lost all ability to feel?” I choked out, my worry for him competing with the distracting and marvelous things his mouth was doing to me. I arched, gasping as his teeth scored my nipple and sent a bolt of sensation through me.
“Correction … I am feeling many things.” He rolled his hips, grinding his cock against my aching sex. “None of which are pain.”
Seizing my hand, he tugged it down between our bodies where I found him hard and eager, jutting into the welcome grip of my fingers. His head bowed, hungry lips falling on my breasts again, and I forgot … everything.
My world was his mouth and hands and cock.
He groaned and thrust into my ready fingers. It was a delicious, empowering thing. I squeezed him and stroked him as his licked and kissed and nipped at my flesh. I reveled in his panted breaths. I reveled inhim.Fellhere with me.
He managed a broken “Tamsyn.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I’d waited long enough.
I released him and grabbed his hair with both hands, tugging him up my body to claim his lips again.
This wasn’t kissing. It was a feast. A fury. A frenzy. A celebration for our lips.
Fisting his hair, I growled a demanding “Fell” into his mouth.
He answered with a surge of his hips, entering my wet heat in one smooth thrust.
My head dropped back with a cry, luxuriating in the sensation of him, his throbbing member stretching me, filling me so completely. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. We stayed like that for long moments, clinging to each other, simply glorying in the closeness, in our joining, in his cock buried deep inside me.
Until we could hold still no longer. Until we had to move.
He rocked his hips, pumping inside me, working faster and faster. The friction heated and built. I moaned and babbled senseless words.
Overcome, I tore away to shove him onto his back. I followed him, flattening my hands on his chest and straddling him, sinking down on his hard length with an exultant gasp.
My hair draped over him like a curtain as I rode him, setting a furious pace, angling my hips just right so that the impact of every thrust hit some invisible spot inside me, making me whimper, shake, convulse.
He held my hair back, peering up at me intensely between long, blistering kisses. “There you go,” he encouraged hotly against my lips, watching me hungrily. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let yourself go.”
I came apart, crying out into his mouth. He swallowed the sound, drank it. I collapsed over him, spent, the last of my shudders eddying throughout me. He was not finished, though. Even under me he pushed up, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting until he climaxed with a rough exclamation. Then he went limp, boneless.
I didn’t move either, draped over him equally boneless, enjoying the warmth of his body beneath me, the firm press of his chest beneath my cheek, the sound of his heart against my ear.
