“Good girl.”
Oh god. She’d just decided to not be a good girl. But those words…from his mouth. She’d read those words. Imagined them said in that tone, but to actually hear them. She might combust right then and there.
“Focus on my hands,” he said. “On my mouth.”
He started slow, kissing along her jawline, right beneath her ear, tracing down her neck and along her collarbone. She had no choice but to focus on the soft touch of his mouth and tongue. The soft, yet scratchy texture of his beard as it tickled her skin added yet another sensation to the mix. He seemed in no hurry, content to explore every inch of her. The smooth, gentle glide of his lips against her skin lulled her into a tranquil, meditative state.
The bed shifted under her as he changed positions, and she felt something long and warm against her thigh. She moved her leg, but he stopped her.
“Uh-uh. Be still,” he said.
“Please, Christian.”
“Mmm, Abby. I’m just getting started.” He pushed her breasts together and licked one of her nipples. “I’ve been imagining the taste of you for days. If I’d planned better, I’d have bought chocolate syrup to drizzle all over your body. I’d spend hours licking it from your skin.”
She inhaled sharply at the image, but the practical side of her brain kicked in. “That seems very messy.”
He sucked her other nipple into his mouth and chuckled, before releasing it with a soft pop. “Sex is always messy, if you’re doing it right. But that’s okay, you taste delicious without the syrup. Sweet and tangy.” He slid a hand through her folds again. “Juicy.”
A warm blush stole across her whole body. On her body. In her body. His words were sexy by themselves. But together with his mouth and hands… The wave was rising in her again, no longer content to build slowly. He moved from one breast to the other. Sometimes sucking, sometimes rubbing, sometimes licking and blowing cool air to make her nipple pucker, sometimes scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh. And sometimes…sometimes he did nothing, but she imagined the weight of his stare as if he was assessing the best way to torture her next.
The desire flowing through her centered around an emptiness. She hovered on the edge of an abyss knowing, if she could only go over, the feeling of falling would be ecstasy. But she needed a push. Needed something to fill the emptiness growing increasingly each second.
“Christian,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked.
“Please fuck me,” she begged. He wasn’t the only one with a dirty mouth.
She heard the crinkle of a wrapper and then felt the blunt tip of his cock, pushing at her entrance. He pushed forward, then eased back to push forward again. It had been so long since she’d had anything other than a vibrator. The feeling was different. Thicker. She tilted her hips and he finally slid in fully. She sucked in a lungful of air as she adjusted to the stretch.
He nipped at the side of her neck. “Feels like I’ve been waiting forever to be here.”
She whimpered and rolled her hips, but he didn’t move.
“Christian. Move.”
“In a minute. Fuck, Abby. I can feel you around me.” He took her mouth, his tongue thrusting the way she wanted his cock to thrust.
Finally, he shifted. Slowly at first with shallow thrusts, then he picked up speed, lengthening his thrust but keeping an even, steady speed.
She imagined the wave of her orgasm like the waves at a beach. She could feel the friction of his cock dragging against the walls of her sheath, building the force needed for the wave to crest. Tinker hooked an arm under her leg, and she wrapped the other one around his waist.
The change of angle was exactly what she needed. Her orgasm crested and exploded through her. She arched her back and neck with a shout. The eye mask slipped from her head, and she blinked to focus her eyes.
God, he looked feral. Teeth clenched and bared, the cords of his neck straining, and his biceps bulged as he held himself up.
He caught her gaze. “I need to let go, Abby.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Fuck.” He pulled out and ripped the straps from her hand before flipping her over like she was weightless. He pulled her hips up and slid back in with one smooth stroke.
A hand slid from the base of her spine to her neck and gently pushed her head down before gripping her hips tight. “Hold on.”
He withdrew slowly, then slammed back in with enough force to drive her forward. She didn’t need to hold on—she needed to brace.
She set her hands against the headboard and did her best to push back against him. Her face was buried in the pillows, effectively blindfolding her again. All she heard was the slap of their skin and his deep grunts. All she could feel was the slide of his cock in and out and the slap of his balls against her with each hard thrust.
