Once she held onto the rod, he released her hands and ran his fingertips down her arms, trailing them lightly over her breasts and torso until he reached the hem of her shirt.
Then, without warning, he yanked the material up and over her head until it reached her wrists. He took a moment to wrap the tank top around her hands the rod, not to bind her but as a reminder not to let go.
Nova’s breath came faster and deeper as he leaned back and stared down at her. Her skin was pale but with a hint of rose beneath it. Her nipples were flushed a darker pink and hard.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, letting his hands move down her chest to cup her breasts.
Nova inhaled sharply when he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned when his lips moved to capture her other nipple, tugging harder.
He lavished attention on her breasts until she was squirming wildly beneath him.
“Torin,” she said. “I need—” Her words were cut short when he used his teeth to nip at her belly. Her body jerked beneath his.
Torin moved down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her sleep shorts and her panties. In a quick movement, he pulled them down her legs, over her knees, and untangled them from her ankles. They disappeared over the end of the bed, leaving Nova naked and spread out before him.
Torin put his hands on her knees, pushing her legs apart, and then he guided her to bend them and put her feet flat on the bed. His hands ran down the insides of her thighs until his thumbs met over the seam of her pussy.
Nova took a deep breath as one of his thumbs slid inside her and the other pressed down on her clit, moving in slow circles.
She was already wet for him and her hips were lifting, arching into his hands. When Torin stopped, Nova made a small noise in her throat, her head lifted to stare down her body at him. He didn’t make her wait, didn’t torture her. He leaned over to put his mouth on her.
Nova cried out, her back arching off the bed, as his lips closed over her clit and his tongue flicked her rapidly.
He used suction and pressure to ratchet the tension within her until her thighs were all but clamped around his head. He used one hand to push a leg aside and, with the other, slid two fingers inside her. He rubbed them hard against the front wall of her pussy as he all but attacked her clit.
Within seconds, Nova cried out again, her legs shaking, body writhing, as the orgasm took her. Torin slowed his movements, but kept licking and stroking her until her body melted into the mattress and only the occasional tremor shook her limbs.
When she was done, he lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Nova was still holding on to the headboard and her chest was heaving as she stared up at him. Her eyes were as hot and bright as a flame.
She said his name like a plea. “Torin.”
He grasped his shorts and yanked them down his legs, not even bothering to remove them completely, and reached into the top drawer of his nightstand. Nova’s body shifted as he groped inside the drawer for the box of condoms he’d put there a few days ago.
When he found it, he cursed because it wasn’t open.
His fingers shook as he ripped into it and condoms flew out, scattering all over the bed.
Nova laughed, but said, “Hurry up. I’m dying here.”
“You’re dying?” he asked, his voice cracking.
She laughed again as he finally tore a packet from one of the strips and opened it. He struggled to fit it over the tip of his dick because his hands were still shaking.
“Need some help?” she asked.
“I got it.”
“You sure?”
He shot her a dark look but saw that she still hadn’t changed positions. Her tank was still wrapped around her hands and the headboard.
When his cock was finally sheathed in the condom, he leaned over her, reaching between them to fit the head against her pussy. Even though she was wet and ready, he took his time. He wanted to remember this, every second of it.
Nova opened her legs and lifted her hips as he slid inside, inch by inch.
“Torin,” she said. This time his name was a warning.
