When he slides his lips along the valley of my breasts only to treat my other nipple to the same treatment, I swear my fucking eyes cross.
“Briggs,” I hiss, “yes.”
His teeth nip at my nipple and my entire body jolts as a loud moan falls from my lips. The feeling of pride and satisfaction coming from my man, smug as he is, isn’t even something I can concern myself with.
Not right now.
Not when my body is begging for him to take me. Claim me. And never let me go.
One of his hands slides between us and down my body. The way his touch glides along my skin is almost too much for me to take. My hips flex, wanting his touch where I need it, but he gives me more of his weight and pins me to the bed.
The feeling of being trapped should make me want to run, but it doesn’t. Fuck, it feels good. Like he won’t let me go. Why does that make me feel secure in a way I’ve never experienced before?
“Stay still,” Briggs grits out through his teeth when I wiggle my hips, needing the friction, craving it. “How wet are you, myTempest? Are you going to be able to take my cock in your tight little body?”
Fuck me, the way his words are pure fire and sensation is lethal.
The tip of his finger circles my entrance once and then two of his thick digits plunge inside me. My entire body goes taunt like a string that’s been plucked. I teeter on the edge and if I had any fucking sense I would question how this man can so easily push my body to experience pleasure I’ve never known before.
It must be some sort of magic. There’s no other explanation.
Or maybe this man is just yours and you’re his.
“Don’t come,” he commands and I fight to open my eyes.
When I look up at him, his crystal blue eyes are filled with heat and command. But that does nothing to stop the way pleasure is coiling in my gut. He twists his hands and moves his fingers in a way that has my toes curling.
“I’m not going to be able to stop,” my voice shakes as I push the words past my lips.
“You will.”
His words are final. A command. A soliloquy that will not be defied or questioned.
When his thumb presses down on my clit, stars dance beyond my vision, swirling around my body and threatening to carry me away. I fight the feeling, my eyes squeezing closed while I try and find some semblance of control.
It’s nearly impossible.
Just when I think I’m going to lose the fight, my body teetering and swaying, the edge of the razor biting into meand promising relief if I just fall—if I just fall—Briggs pulls his fingers out of my pussy and his mouth pops off my breast, my nipple throbs with the loss of contact. Being denied is a kind of cruel torture I want no part of. My eyes pop open to find my man staring down at me with luxurious promises written in his expression.
Of wishes come true.
Of endless forevers.
Of dreams that carry on.
Of laughter filled rooms.
Of stolen moments filled with happiness that is pure.
As my lips part, sass on my tongue and demands for what his touch has promised, he thrusts his hips forward and fills me with his cock. I cry out and his grunt of satisfaction is a prayer only I am witness to.
“Addyson,” my name on his lips sounds like sacrament. It sounds holy.
I give myself over to the feeling and to him. As he pulls out until just the crown of his dick remains, there’s a moment where we’re suspended. When our eyes lock, he surges forward and then all pretense falls away.
Briggs fucks me hard, his movements speeding up as he chases his own body’s demands. I understand it. My hips move to meet his thrusts, as moans fall from my lips. Every sound that comes from me is layered with a plea as my body strains to find the edge again.
When he fills me, his hips twist and my eyes roll back in my head from the stretch combined with the friction. It’s deliciousand it doesn’t take long before I’m so close that I can almost taste how sweet my release will be.
