She should have been embarrassed, laid bare for him like this, hovering over his face, every inch of her exposed to him. But the way he looked at her, like he needed this, like he needed her, burned through any hesitation she might have had.
Still, she hesitated, the vulnerability of it all making her breathing come shallow and fast, until Rush’s hands flexed on her hips, pulling her firmly down on his mouth.
“Ooooh.” Lily’s head snapped back, her eyes closing. She was not going to last. Lily Hart did not do debauched things like this with sexy sheriffs. She’d been having sex with a man who marked “bone time” on their shared calendar and then barely remembered to reschedule if something came up.
The thought shattered at the first stroke of Rush’s tongue, making her cry out, her hips jerking at the hot, slick stroke that sent a bolt of liquid pleasure through her. Rush groaned, deep and rough, like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted, like heneeded this and couldn’t get enough. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her still as he feasted, slowly and thoroughly.
He teased, circling her soft entrance, dragging his tongue through the wetness he’d drawn from her before flicking her clit with a wicked precision that made her groan.
Lily’s thighs quivered as she held herself above him. “Rush?—”
“That’s it,” he murmured against her. “Give it to me, angel.”
He dragged her closer, pulling her flush against his mouth, sealing his lips over her, and sucking deeply.
The coarse brush of Rush’s mustache created a deliciously foreign friction, rasping against her tender clit, making every sensation sharper and dirtier. She lost all sense of control then, grinding shamelessly down onto his face.
She couldn’t help it. She rolled her hips, chasing the wicked friction of his mouth, his tongue stroking, his lips sealing over her, sucking, teasing, owning her. Pleasure built fast, sharp and unbearable, curling in her belly, crackling like a live wire through her veins.
She was close. So close she could barely think past the relentless pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside her.
“That’s it, darlin’,” Rush whispered against her slit, tonguing her hard and fast. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.” His fingers tightened their grip on her thighs. “Come for me, Lily.”
“Rush—” A sharp cry tore from her throat as she shattered, pleasure wracking through her and stealing the strength from her limbs. Rush held her through it, lapping at her like he needed to feel every last tremor, like he needed to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he moved, shifting them so fast her back hit the mattress in a dazed sprawl.
His mouth was on hers in an instant, kissing her filthy and deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. The hardnessof his cock pressed against her, heavy and demanding, and when she instinctively lifted her hips, he groaned into her mouth, barely holding himself back.
“Fuck, Lily. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, urging him closer.
His breath shuddered out, and then he was there, fitting himself between her legs, pressing the broad head of his cock against her swollen, slick entrance, stretching her, filling her, stealing the breath from her lungs.
“So good, angel,” he murmured against her lips. “Take me deep. Let me feel you.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her still, and kept talking while his body pressed into hers.
Lily shivered, her fingernails digging into his back as he rolled his hips, rubbing against her in a place that made her back arch. She felt his body go tight as he thrust inside her, ruthlessly stretching and filling her swollen, tender pussy. Rush groaned, burying his face in her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin there. She went suddenly still, balancing on the knife-edge of pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he grunted. “Squeezing me so goddamn tight. So tight and wet. Are you going to come again for me?”
Again?She didn’t know, truly, if she had it in her. Her body was boneless, floating in a haze of sensation, her arms and legs clutching at his shoulders and around his waist—anything to keep her anchored. But even as the aftershocks pulsed through her, the slow, rhythmic grind of his hips was already lighting her up again.
“Oh!” She gasped, arching her hips up to meet his. “Oh God!”
Rush let out a low groan and tightened his grip on her hips, his control snapping as he pulled back and thrust into her again,harder, deeper, sending pleasure sparking through every nerve in her body.
And then there was no more talking. No more thinking. Just heat and friction and desperate, aching need while Rush held her tight, dragged her hips up, and thrust into her, keeping her pinned in place for him.
She broke. A cry ripped from her as she came apart around him, pleasure rolling through her in waves so intense she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
Rush groaned, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he came with a roar. He collapsed against her breasts, chest heaving while she caught her breath. He was too heavy to hold for long, but Lily didn’t mind. His weight grounded her in this moment when she was fairly sure the earth had spun a little too fast. Gently, she stroked her hands down his heaving back, a delicious, satisfied smile curving her lips.
“Damn,” he murmured eventually. She could feel his lips moving against her breast, kissing and mouthing it idly as his breath returned, and it gave her a deep sense of satisfaction. She closed her eyes, running her fingers through his thick hair, and floated.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked eventually. He shifted, but he didn’t let go of her breasts. His thumb stroked her softly, and every once in a while, he took her nipple into his mouth, letting her feel his tongue.
“Mm, no.” She sighed happily. She’d wanted something new and exciting, and she’d gotten exactly that.And then some.
