Yom was burning alive as he devoured her mouth. Every thought in his head focused on one thing: claiming her. Getting inside her.
He pulled back from the kiss, offering her a silent apology.I am sorry. I cannot make the first time soft and nice for you.
Then he swept her suitcase off the bed, lifted her into the air, and threw her down on it.
YOM
Yom climbedonto the bed after Lydia. He couldn’t be soft. He couldn’t be nice.
It had taken her too long to realize what he had from the start.
She’d driven him crazy with the wanting of her. Mind on fire, he crawled between her legs and pushed up her nightshirt, exposing her chest.Chyort.No bra… just a set of briefs the same color as pink cotton candy below her perfectly rounded breasts.
Yom palmed one, once again admiring the contrast of his large, pale hands massaging her smooth, dark globes.
His mouth watered, and he folded his body over hers to draw one of the even darker aureoles into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around one nipple while flicking the other with his thumb until she began making cute little mews and squirming beneath him.
Ah, Lydia, do not make these sounds. I cannot withstand it.
Yom’s cock pulsed dangerously.As much as he wanted to continue his long overdue feast, he knew he would not last much longer if he let himself play with her.
With a wet pop, he abandoned her breasts to reclaim her mouth. No, he couldn’t be soft. Couldn’t be nice.
He’d won her. He’d finally won her, and the urge to claim his prize turned him into a desperate beast.
Humping between her legs, he drove her into the bed with his heavy kiss.
“Need inside you,” he rasped against her lips. Before this moment, Yom considered himself a wolf among sheep—especially when it came to hockey.
But just a few tastes of her sweet lips and her curvy body rendered him unable to control himself.
Speaking of control…
“Tell me you are on birth prevention,” he demanded. He was too far gone to leave this room to acquire a condom. Too sick with lust to even take the time to remove his tuxedo.
He licked and kissed his way down her neck, the urge to devour her hollowing out his gut.
“I’m on birth control,” she gasped out under the assault of his kisses. “But are you…? I should ask you about…”
“Nobody but you,” he promised, reading her mind, even though she seemed to be having trouble forming sentences. “Since Berlin, and my team physical results are coming back negative for everything.”
“That’s…that’s not a… issue for me either.” Her voice sounded dazed, confused.
She was having trouble gaining her bearings, but he couldn’t stop to let her catch up to him.
His need created a buzzing swarm in his head as he pushed his rock-hard erection inside her as far as he could with two barriers of cloth between them.
The thin cotton caved in under his insistent thrusts, letting him sink farther inside her folds. Even fully zipped up, he could feel her dampening sex through his pants. Hot and needy.
“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she said, confirming his thought. “You can… we can… without…”
That was the only permission Yom needed to unzip and pull himself out.
Yanking her panties aside, he pushed into her tight space with one greedy shove.
And immediately regretted it.
She cried out underneath him.
