“Want me to stop?”
“No!” I nearly shout, making Wraith chuckle. “K-keep going.” My voice is trembling with need, and I’m aching in a way only my giant, sexy, possessive biker can fix.
“As you wish, Athena. All I want to do is give you pleasure.”
Wraith’s lips connect with mine, as kiss after kiss keeps crashing into me like a bombardment of waves, each one stronger and more devastating than the last. Wraith’s confession overwhelms me, and I drown in his truth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
I find my body responding to him in an intensely desperate way. Before I even know what I'm doing, my legs move and I climb over him, straddling his lap. I guess this is my default now when I’m around Wraith, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands run up my thighs and grip my hips, rocking my body into his.
“Shit, Athena,” he groans as he kisses down my neck.
I love the feeling of his lips on my skin, how they softly tickle all the sensitive spots along my jaw, neck, and shoulder. I shudder when his tongue darts out, warm and wet, sliding across my skin and setting it ablaze.
“I want to feel more.” I’m not sure he heard my breathy plea at first, but then Wraith groans and kisses me deeply as he slides his hands under the hem of my shirt.
The rough pads of his fingers dance over the skin on my lower back as I continue to rock into his hardness beneath me. Then, he reaches lower, slipping his hands into the waistband of my yoga pants, under my panties. Wraith grips my cheeks and lifts me easily, rubbing my body against his and angling me so his jean-clad cock hits my clit with each rocking motion.
I cry out, the ache only growing stronger. It’s not enough to satisfy, the contact keeping me just on the edge. I feel like I’m reaching for something, my back arching, my muscles tensing, but I’m not quite there.
“More, please, I need more,” I moan.
“So fucking sexy. I’m trying to go slow here, baby.”
“I don’t want slow. I just want you.”
This triggers something inside of Wraith. He growls and I suddenly find my back pressed against the seat cushions as my strong, dominant man kneels between my legs. Seeing him serve me and pleasure me like this feels powerful in a way I’ve never experienced.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. His words are so quiet I’m not sure if they are meant for me or him.
Wraith hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my pants and starts to tug them down. I squirm in anticipation, knowing I’m ready for whatever he’s going to do next. I just need to feel him, need him to quench this fire burning deep inside.
“This okay, Athena?” His eyes search mine for permission, for any sign of hesitation.
“Yes, I need you, please,” I pant.
I watch his brown eyes swirl with lust, turning them black with desire. I’m fascinated by the way I affect this beast of a man. Wraith’s jaw tenses. His nostrils flare. He looks like a wild animal, and I find that I want to be his prey. I’m not scared of him; I don’t think I could be. I trust Wraith completely, with all of me.
Wraith drags my pants and panties off my body, slowly, so slowly, revealing inch after inch of skin. When he finally pulls them off, his hands ghost up my legs, sending sparks across my skin and straight to my clit. His hands spread my legs wide and I’m completely open before him.
I’m strangely vulnerable and yet confident as the sexiest man I’ve ever seen massages the insides of my thighs, slowly working his way up to my dripping wet pussy. By the time he reaches my glistening folds, I’m shaking with pent-up energy and tension.
“Please,” I whimper.
He swipes two fingers up my slit, gathering my cream and spreading it around my raw, sensitive bundle of nerves. I buck my hips and feel more wetness leak out of me.
“Fucking hell. Your juicy cunt is begging to be licked, isn’t it?” My pussy contracts at his dirty words, my clit throbbing for his attention, for more of his words. “You like that, Athena? Like when I talk dirty to you?”
He keeps stroking me steadily, his fingers moving up and down the same path from my entrance to my clit and back again.
“Ap-p-parently,” I manage to say, my voice breathy and cracking.
Wraith growls and leans down, placing a soft kiss on my mound of curls before inhaling my scent. Again, I should feelexposed or shy about what he’s doing to me, but my body craves it. Those primal desires block out any other rational thought.
He scoots down and lifts one of my legs over the back of the couch, spreading me wider for him. Wraith leans down, pausing with his face inches from my pussy. I buck my hips, needing to feel him. He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my body seconds before his tongue hits me for the first time.
He licks me in one long stroke, causing me to cry out.Wraith’s hands slide under my ass and pull me closer to him as he feasts on me. It’s like the first taste sent him into a frenzy. His mouth is everywhere, seemingly all at once. He’s lapping at me, batting my clit around, dipping his tongue inside of my tight hole, sucking my folds, and then starting all over again.
“Oh, God, Wraith, I… oh, God…” I can’t form thoughts. I can onlyfeel.
