The instant his mouth and tongue were on my pussy, I gripped both shoulders.
“Sweet Jesus.” I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling as he swirled his tongue around my clit. There was no roughness to his touch, just a passion to fill me with his fingers and tongue. Every muscle in his body was tight and the sounds he made were animalistic.
With my eyes closed, lights in various colors danced in front of my eyes. I wasn’t the same girl any longer. He’d done that to me, stripping me of everything I’d held dear, but I just didn’t care.
Being lost in pleasure was magical, surreal in its primal need. I arched my back, pressing my groin closer. He was practiced, pushing me to the point of nirvana far too urgently.
Every slice of his rough tongue drew me closer to an orgasm. As the seconds ticked by, there was more of a sense of urgency, his tongue driving past my swollen folds.
The pressure was exquisite, building second by second. I rocked against him, my breath coming in short pants. I was laughing nervously but no longer embarrassed for the way my body reacted.
When he added a single finger, I ground against it. Then he added a second and third and I couldn’t hold back a series of moans. My fingers were clawing his shoulders and my entire body was swaying. He rolled his thumb around my clit and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Soon after, he managed to hit the perfect spot that sent me reeling, spiraling completely out of control.
“Oh. Oh. God, yes. Yes…” Shaking all over, when the climax finally rushed through me, I couldn’t think or speak. I had to be hurting him, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Catherine.” His voice was little more than a deep rumble, a storm on the horizon. The analogy fit him perfectly.
“Yes?”
“I stand firm with what I said.”
“What’s that?” I was still lost in the haze, trying to remember my name or why I was floating on a cloud.
He pinched my nipple between his fingers, twisting until I tipped my head back, a single moan slipping past my lips. “Your lovely body betrays you, sweet Catherine. You try to deny what we share yet your skin is hot to the touch, your lips pursed andready for mine. What kind of message do you think that sends me?”
His hot breath skated across my skin and I found myself unable to catch my breath. He did that to me every time and I hated myself for it. Enough that I climbed off his lap, shocked that he didn’t try to stop me.
“I don’t know.” I backed away, closer to the bed. It felt as if I was playing a dangerous game, but he was right. My body was aching for his touch, longing to have his cock plunged deep inside.
He was on his feet in a split second, becoming the predatory beast that I’d labeled him from little more than our eyes connecting. Perhaps he wanted me to feel intimidated by him, but that wasn’t what I was experiencing. The truth was something much more powerful, a rawness that left me exasperated.
Every step he took was as if he were stalking me. I backed away another few inches, but there was nowhere to go.
“I think you do. In fact, I know what you want.”
“What’s that?” My voice was barely audible.
“You want me to fuck you.” Now he was only inches away, stripping off his tee shirt so I could salivate all over again.
“You’re wrong.”
“I’m never wrong,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing and darkening. “And I’m granting your wish. Iamgoing to fuck you.”
As soon as he grasped my wrist, he hoisted me onto the bed, refusing me to give me time to recover before managing to strip off his jeans and boxers. There was no longer any real anxietyabout what was happening between us, yet I wanted to continue fighting him. Pushing him.
Driving him to the point of being as off kilter as I was. When I tried to bolt from the bed, he snagged my ankle, dragging me back and pushing me decidedly down onto the sheets in the center of the bed.
He pinned my lower body to the bed with his hips, planting his palms on either side of me with his arms extended. For a minute we were locked in the moment, the hard beat between my legs keeping me as breathless as before.
Suddenly, it was as if we were torn about the other, hypnotized by the rush of heat. Reaching up, I traced his jaw with my index finger, the stubble rough. His chest was rising and falling as before and his eyes no longer held any color, black like I’d accused his heart of being.
When he lowered his head this time, I arched my back. His mouth found mind, the kiss more powerful, fervent at first, becoming angry with every passing second. His lips were soft while his actions became rougher, including the way he was grinding his hips into mine. His erection was thick and heavy, leaving my mouth watering all over again.
Fire pooled in my belly, the extreme heat and pleasure spreading through my veins. The kiss became a silent plea and he knew what I wanted. For him to fuck me. To defile me. To taint me with his scent and ruthlessness.
With every swipe of his tongue claiming mine, I knew I was opening more to him, forgetting all the rules and thoughts from before. There was nothing but what we were sharing.
