I lick her slowly, with no preamble. She gasps in response and lifts her hips, as if asking for more.
I hold her down with a firm grasp, my mouth a breath away from her clit. She shifts, restless. I stay still. She wriggles more, trying to reach me. But I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet.
“Say my name,” I order.
“Mr. Black?” she asks with a laugh.
“My name. And I’ll reward you with a kiss. Anywhere you want.”
She’s silent, my gorgeous, stubborn girl.
I spread her legs wider and blow softly on her. She shivers in response.
“Say it,” I grate out and brush my fingers lightly over her inner thighs, stroking everywhere except the place she most wants.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath in.
“Say it,” I demand again and give her just the smallest, slightest lick, just a flick of my tongue. She shudders in pleasure. I reach up and take hold of her breast, running a finger back and forth over her nipple, which is hard and tight.
Between her thighs, she’s glistening for me. And I know is she tastes incredible. I’m going to break before she does because I’m dying to have her.
“Daisy, I need to hear you say my name. Please, baby. So I can lick your sweet cunt.”
“You kiss me here, and I’ll be moaning your name as many times as you want.” Her eyes are glazed.
She gives me a small, knowing smile and shows me exactly where she wants my mouth, circling once with her finger.
With an oath, I give in. But it’s the kind of concession where we both win. I savor every bit of her, first teasing and dipping into her heat. She moans my name, just like I wanted. Over and over. Just like she promised.
I add another finger and curve it so it hits just right as she pushes herself toward me, seeking deeper, seeking more. I keep up my assault on her clit, slow and steady, timing my rhythm with my fingers moving in and out, until she’s writhing.
“Ryder, Ryder, God, don’t stop. I need…I need to come.” She gasps. As much as I want to feel her come while my face and fingers are worshiping her, I need to make her even wilder. I need her begging and pleading and coming harder than she ever has before. Around my dick.
“No,” I command. “You’re not allowed yet.”
She makes a huffing sound. “Oh my God, you’re still frustrating, even when we’re fucking.” She laughs.
I continue to work her over while I reach to get a condom out of my bedside drawer.
“And you still drive me crazy, even when we’re fucking. Are you saying you don’t want this?” I ask when I’m suited up and poised at her entrance. I push in, just enough.
“God, you feel so good,” she moans. “I take it back. I need you in me.”
I take her slowly, with careful, teeth-gritting precision, when all I want is to drive into her again and again, pounding her into the bed.
When I’m finally buried so deep that I’m lost in her, I move. She gasps each time we come together and moans each time I pull out, leaving her until we’re only just connected, and then thrusting all the way back in.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants each time.
I try to draw it out, try to make it last as long as possible. Our eyes meet, and I know I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Daisy’s face lost in desire. Her hair is sprawled out on the pillow, a deep shimmering gold, even in the low light. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s always been you,” I whisper, the words wrenched from some hidden part of my soul that I didn’t even know was there.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, taking me even deeper than I thought possible.
And then I can’t hold back a second longer. I take her mouth in a ravishing kiss, tongues and teeth clashing in dark desire. I adjust the angle of our joining and know when I hit that spot by her soft cry of pleasure that I swallow.
That’s how we come. Together, tangled up so tight that I can’t feel the beginning of her or the ending of me. I no longer even want to.
That’s normal, though. Right?Incrediblesex can mess with your mind.
