She grabbed him to steady herself, but he was moving again, kissing his way down her body before slipping her panties down her thighs. When he widened her legs, her breath hitched. Then he lowered his head and swiped her clit with his tongue.
She cried out, her back arching and legs trying to snap closed. He didn’t let them. He kept her thighs open with his broad shoulders and tasted her again and again, until she couldn’t breathe, his tongue swirling around her clit, making her ache and burn and throb for him.
“Zane…” She breathed his name. “Now. God, please, now!”
She tugged at his arms, and he kissed up her body, finding her nipple and sucking one last time before meeting her lips again.
She wrapped her thighs around his waist, her heart stopping at the feel of his tip at her entrance.
He tensed and cursed. “I’m not wearing anything.”
“I’m on the pill.” She nipped his bottom lip before tugging him a little bit deeper. “I’m safe.”
Another deep growl, then he slid inside her, filling her. Making every pain, everything that was wrong with her world, slip away.
Fuck,Bonnie was tight. Her walls clenched his cock in an iron grip, and he was drowning in her. In the feel of her. In her scent. She took him somewhere he’d never fucking been before, and not a single part of him wanted to leave.
Her soft breath whispered against his lips before she nipped his bottom lip again. He kissed her. Once. Twice. Then slipped his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her as he began to move. To lift his hips and lower back inside her in an even, rhythmic motion.
Her sighs danced through the room like music. So damn pretty, he wanted to bottle them up.
He tried not to think about what this woman was starting to mean to him. Or the fact that he’d begun to crave her. Need her on an almost desperate level.
He reached for her breast and cupped her. Massaging. Finding her hard nipple and rolling it with his thumb.
Her moans were sweet and drove him crazy.
He sped up his thrusts, sinking deeper, driving hard.
Still, he needed more. He wanted to drink her in. To know and taste all of her.
He slid an arm around her waist and raised her up so he was sitting and she was on his lap once again. The position sank him deeper, making her groan against him.
“Ride me,” he whispered, as he reached up and played with her nipples, rolling and gently pinching them.
Her breathing stuttered. Then she lifted her hips and lowered back onto him. Shit. Just the rise and fall of her breasts in his palms almost tipped him over the edge.
As she continued to move, he dropped his head, taking her nipple between his lips once again. They were so fucking pretty. And they were almost sweet, making him crave the taste of her.
At the same time, he lowered his hand to touch her clit with his fingers.
Her groan was deep and rumbled into him. He ran his thumb in a circle over her core, his teeth grazing her nipple.
Her breathing became choppy. “Oh God, Zane.” She gripped his shoulders.
When he drew his head back, he took a moment to just watch her. The bounce of her full breasts. TheOof her gorgeous lips.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Like something forbidden he shouldn’t be allowed to touch.
He gripped her hips and started lifting her. Thrusting higher, deeper.
He was fucking close, but he needed her to get there first.
She lowered her head and kissed him again, slipping her tongue inside his mouth and curving it around his.
Then he felt it—her walls tightened around his cock, her breath halted, and she broke. Screamed as she fell over the edge, her head tipped back, body pulsing around his cock.
He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, prolonging her orgasm, losing himself in the fucking sight of her. Until he couldn’t holdoff any longer and fell along with her. Plunging so deep into everything that was Bonnie that he had no fucking idea who he was…just that he was hers.
