She laughed. “If I was any more ready it would be embarrassing.” Bolder than she’d ever been with a lover, she pushed a hand between her legs and swirled her fingers through her wetness. Skin coated, she brought her hand up and painted each of her nipples with her slickness.
Nash sucked in a breath that quickly rushed out on a “Fuck me.”
“That’s the plan.” Smiling, she aimed one damp nipple at his mouth. “After you get these tits in your mouth of course.”
With a feral sound between a growl and a roar, Nash reared up and flipped them over. Pressed to the mattress beneath him, she watched his head lower, his tongue lashing out to lick up the moisture around each nipple. When he was done he licked his lips and said, “I need more of that.”
Before she could determine his meaning he’d shuffled backward on the bed, wedged his shoulders between her thighs and put his mouth on her sex.
Holy motherfucking shit!
Tongue and lips and teeth and fingers and she was rocketing up and up and up and over.
She’d never come so quickly or so hard in her life. The orgasm twisted her tight and spun her out except it didn’t slow down or taper off. Neither did Nash.
He ate her like a starving man. Like the slick heat between her legs was his first meal in months, his last meal on earth. Nothing and nowhere was off limits to his questing mouth and fingers. He stroked and pressed and probed and the orgasm that wouldn’t end siphoned the breath from her lungs.
“Nash.” She tried to shout but his name was barely a sound as she struggled for breath. She wiggled away, squirmed closer, couldn’t decide which way she needed to move to find what she wanted—what she needed.
Fuck. She didn’t even know what she needed. Sensations splintered in every direction faster than she could register them—savor them.
He was laying siege to her senses and nothing seemed important except the blinding pleasure he was delivering.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Three fingers thrust inside her as he moved his mouth up over her mound to her stomach. His tongue toyed with her belly button before trailing higher to her breasts where took a leisurely tour of her flesh with his mouth. Arching up, she pressed her boob into his face in search of more.
When his fingers disappeared from her sex a cry of protest left her throat only for air to be sucked back in when he pressed the head of his cock against her drenched opening.
“Now you’re ready,” he announced with the punch of his hips.
Her cry mingled with his groan. He’d gone all the way, taken her in one plunge. His length and width stretching her to the limit.
“Fuck. So tight.” He breathed against her breast. “Okay?”
Was she? She’d had sex but she’d never felt anything like this. The twinge that had her muscles clenching around his invading cock couldn’t be called pain but it wasn’t really pleasant either. It made her want more and to pull away at the same time.
“Laura?”
“I’m okay.” She pulled in a breath. “I think.”
“Fuck.” His head shot up, his gaze instantly locking with hers. “Talk to me.”
“It’s…” She breathed deep, tried to comprehend the sensations flooding her. “You’re…”
“What, Laura? Tell me. Did I hurt you? Should I pull out?”
“No.” She clamped her legs tightly around his hips. “Not hurt exactly.”
“What then?” His troubled gaze searched hers.
“I think I’m just rusty and well, you’re not really small if you know what I mean.” This was embarrassing. She was acting like a virgin and the last thing she wanted was for Nash to pull out. “Give me a second. It already feels different to when you first?—”
“Rammed into you like a rutting bull?” He dropped his forehead to rest on hers. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d prepared you enough. I won’t do it again.”
“Nash if you think this has put me off having sex with you you’re nuts. Sure, for a second it was overwhelming and I couldn’t catch my breath, but honest to god this is the best sex I’ve ever had and we haven’t even really started. Don’t you dare stop or not do this again.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Keeping them connected he rolled, switching their positions. “You’re in charge from now on.”
