The air wheezed from his lungs. The tips of his ears burned hot. His whole body thrummed with tension.
She was lovely. Her breasts weren’t too large, but they weren’t too small either. Like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, he had finally found a woman who was just right. Her flesh was dewed with the sweat of desire. Her breasts were heavier on the bottom than on the top, causing them to point slightly toward the ceiling, toward his devouring eyes. And her rosy nipples were the size of quarters, furled tight around their centers.
When she breathed, those creamy mounds rose and fell. It occurred to him that she was exactly where he had wanted her earlier. She was on the island. All but naked. And if he had his way, he’d be hammering away between her pretty thighs, emptying himself into her very soon.
“Please, Ozzie,” she rasped, reaching out to him, taking his hand and guiding it toward her. “I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.”
Her voice was a stroke against his balls. Her words a warm, wet mouth devouring the head of his cock.
He never lost control. Never. Not even with the first woman he’d ever touched. But Samantha made him crazy. Made him lose the ability to reason. To think. To do anything but feel…
The smooth weight of her breast in his palm.
The hot flush of her creamy skin beneath his fingers.
The hard jut of her nipples as he feathered the rough pads of his thumbs over the tips.
She hissed and let her head fall back. His heavy erection ached at the sight. Now she was an offering. His gift. A feminine sacrifice to his masculine desires.
Just the way I like it…
Chapter 9
When Ozzie’s hot mouth closed around her nipple, Samantha’s whole body buzzed. She could feel the suctioned pull of his lips…everywhere. The wet sweep of his tongue…everywhere.
“Ozzie!” She croaked his name.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” he rumbled against her flesh. “I know it hurts so good. But it’s okay. I got you.”
And he did. With an arm behind her back, he held her up as he feasted at her breast. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he supported her even as he continued to grind against her, never letting the friction ease, keeping her climbing ever onward, ever upward.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
And even though she was sure he knew the answer, she gave him the words anyway. “Yes. Please touch me. I ache so much.”
He reached for the button of her jeans, expertly flipping it open. The scrrriiitttch of her zipper was a whisper of sound compared to her moans and the suckling noises he made against her breast.
So close. So close. So close.
The friction of his hips combined with the pull of his lips on her nipple, coiling the spring in her center tighter and tighter and…
His hand snaked between their rubbing bodies. His fingers delved beneath the waistband of her panties. And the moment he touched the distended bud of her clitoris, her orgasm hit her full force. Her hips bucked against him as her entire body locked in exquisite ecstasy.
Wave after wave of delight crashed against her, a storm of passion finally reaching the shore and obliterating everything in its path. She was carried aloft for…she didn’t know how long. It seemed like forever that Ozzie used the rough pads of his fingers, drawing out her climax, keeping it rolling through her, over her, beneath her.
“That’s right,” he whispered against her nipple. “Ride it out, sweetheart. Ride it all out.”
And she did. Her body spasmed and contracted, flowered and spasmed and contracted again. Until, finally, she collapsed back onto the countertop, completely spent but still wanting. Wanting him. Wanting all of him.
He was a mind reader, apparently—or maybe she’d voiced her needs aloud and had just been too undone to realize it?—because the next words out of his mouth as he lifted his head from her breast were, “You want me to put my cock in you?”
“Yes,” she admitted breathily, pushing up to her elbows. Or at least, that’s what she tried to say. Instead, the only sound to come from her throat was a needy whimper.
He must have taken it for the affirmative it was. “God, I want that too. I want it so much, I’m weeping for it. Feel.”
He pulled her back into a seated position and put her hand over the head of his dick. The searing evidence of his desire slicked his heavy crown.
