The cry that tore from her lips was loud in the otherwise quiet room, her fingers impatient as they latched onto his hair. Every swipe of his tongue sent her deeper into the spiral of desire swirling through her.
He lowered her so she lay flat on the bed, his body coming over hers as he switched to her other breast. She whimpered and writhed as he sucked and licked her nipple like it was candy. Like he wanted to devour her as much as she wanted to be devoured.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him closer.
God, he was so hard.
His hand moved down her side, and when it slipped inside her panties and found her clit, her entire body jolted. He swiped again and again. Her nails dug into him, almost breaking skin. His lips were just trailing back up to her mouth when a finger slipped inside her.
She cried out, but the sound was muffled by his mouth against hers. As he continued to thrust in and out of her. Her fingers went to the hem of his shirt, almost desperate as she tugged it over his head. The second it was gone, his hand returned to her core.
When she felt his bare chest against hers, a million sensations rolled through her. She grabbed for the waistband of his jeans and undid the button, then the zipper. When she reached inside his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he froze…stopped thrusting his finger inside her, stopping sucking her neck.
She moved her hand from his tip to base, then back again, exploring. He was big and thick and hot, everything she knew he would be. His muscles were hard and tense as he burrowed his face into her neck, breathing hard.
It was strangely empowering, knowing she could bring such a powerful man to a standstill. Knowing that her touch could elicit such a strong reaction.
His breaths came faster as they brushed across her neck, the muscles in his shoulders tightening until they were so thick, they seemed twice the normal size.
She was still touching him, still grazing and exploring every inch, when suddenly he growled, his finger slipping out of her as he rose and shoved down his jeans and briefs.
Her mouth went dry. God, if she thought hefelthuge, that was nothing compared to seeing him. Every part of him was big and hard, like he was carved from stone. He grabbed his wallet from his jeans and pulled out a foil square, then opened it before slipping the condom over his cock. Then he leaned over and gently slipped her panties down her thighs.
His eyes heated when he looked at her, and she realized she liked his gaze on her. Liked that when he looked at her, she felt claimed. Owned.
He leaned over, kissing her hip bone, then her belly. When he reached her chest, his lips once again wrapped around her nipple and sucked, before releasing it with a pop. Then he was between her thighs, his cock pressing against her core, his eyes on her. Just her. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
No one had ever stared at her like that before.
He brushed a lock of hair from her face. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Tilly.”
“You make me feel like I am.”
He lowered his head and kissed her, then slowly, inch by inch, he eased inside, stretching her walls, causing her back to arch. She groaned against his lips, the pinch of tightness competing with the desire thrumming through her lower belly.
His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tangling with hers as he teased her nipple with his fingers.
“Relax,” he whispered, his hips perfectly still as he sat inside her.
She did, and he slid a bit deeper. So deep, a noise released from the back of her throat that even she didn’t recognize. For a few thick seconds, he just kissed and teased her lips, then his hips rose and he thrust back in.
She cried out as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her wild. And she wanted him to do it again.
He did. He continued to rock into her until she started to lift her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, needing him with such a ferocity that it almost scared her.
Tilly’s walls were tight,hugging his cock and wiping any and every rational thought from his head until she was allthat existed…all he could see and feel and think about. She tormented his every thought.
With his fingers, he continued to tease and tug at her nipple. Her breasts were so fucking beautiful, he could play with them for hours. But then,allof her was beautiful. Every inch of her body. Every graceful movement.
He made love to her mouth as he lifted and lowered himself, nipping her bottom lip, swirling her tongue with his own.
When he lifted his head, it was to see her eyes closed, her chest moving up and down in fast pants.
He rolled them so she was on top. She didn’t miss a beat, groaning deep in her throat as she sank deeper before pressing her hands to his chest and riding him. He watched, transfixed, as her breasts bounced with each movement. As she completely lost herself in him and them and what they were doing.
Fuck.Where had this woman been his whole life?
The air in his lungs shortened, his heart beating so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his goddamn chest. He was close. So close he couldn’t hold on much longer, but he needed her to fall first. To watch her tumble over the edge.
