“Later,” he grunted.
He dragged me to the edge of the counter, drew off my top and bra, and tossed them aside. He palmed both my breasts and squeezed, his thumbs sweeping over my nipples, and I bit back a moan. Then his mouth covered my flesh, and he sucked—a tug I felt all the way to my core. He switched to my other nub, tormenting me with his tongue and teeth.
God! “War—” I grabbed his thick shoulders, and he finally let go of my nipple. “I need…”
His gaze on mine, he put his palm on my chest and gently pushed me back on the counter.
I braced myself on my elbows on the cool surface, watching him trail open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. He held my thighs apart and ran his tongue through my cleft, lightly teasing my clit. A whimper of unadulterated need escaped me.
“Do you like this?” he asked huskily. “Me touching you in this way?”
“God, yes. More,” I rasped, nearly out of my mind, and his mouth came down on me, his tongue licking between my folds—
I gasped, my hands fumbling on the counter, finding no purchase to hold onto, except for the man between my thighs. He ran his tongue up one side of my cleft and then down the other as if finding every hidden part of me. He tormented me with gentle pulls and light licks, taking me to the pinnacle and keeping me there, need and frustration swamping me.
Desperate for that push, I slid my legs over his shoulders, trying to get closer. My panting grew, a throbbing pressure mounting. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I writhed into his mouth. I was so close.
Those blue eyes met mine. He eased a finger into me, followed by another, and he worked them in a scissored motion. Pressure built in my core. A moan escaped me. “War…”
He covered my clit with his mouth and sucked. God! I shuddered, sensations engulfing me.
His lips tightened around my aching flesh, and then he tugged—
“Ohhh—” Shit! I cried out as my climax hit, my body nearly arching off the counter, intense pleasure flooding my body.
Jesus, Christ! I lay there, spent…
“I love the feel—the taste of you when you come,” he whispered, kissing my inner thigh.
Still panting like I’d run miles, I pushed upright, and he straightened, grasped my hair, and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself as he sucked on my tongue, then he shifted back, shoved down his sweats, and stepped out of them. He fisted his heavy erection, pumped once, twice—the sight making my stomach clench, wanting him inside me.
Holding my gaze with his, he moved between my thighs once more, and his cock slid up my cleft, bumping my clit, making me shudder. I wrapped my fingers around his heavy shaft, wanting to touch him. He let me stroke him once twice, then he brushed my hand away. His jaw clenched as if struggling to control himself, he pushed into me, the thick round head breeching me.
The air jammed in my lungs. Oh, crap, so tight.
“Okay?” he rasped.
I nodded, words lost in the sensual haze gripping me.
His mouth came down on mine once more. As his tongue plunged into my mouth in a raw, carnal kiss, he thrust forward, his cock impaling me to the hilt.
I gasped into his mouth. He felt so huge—but so freakin’ good inside me. Then he was picking me up and walking, and the sensation of his cock thrusting deeper had me moaning into his mouth.
He braced me against the cool windowpane, grasped my hips, and rocked into me, his cock rubbing against my clit.Christ!I panted, the friction scattering my thoughts. Everything in me focused on where we were joined. I gripped him around his neck, moving with him, chasing after my orgasm like some raving addict desperate for her fix. He squeezed my bottom.
“You feel so damn good, Blue,” he growled, jaw clenched, his focus on where his cock impaled me. Then he angled his hips and thrust up, hitting me right in the spot I wanted. A whimper broke free. My inner muscles clamped around his dick. His heavy-lidded stare shifted to mine. And then he was shunting in and out, harder, faster, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the silent apartment. My body tightened. “War—”
His hand moved between us. His thumb pressed against my throbbing clit, and he thrust up hard—
Oh, Goddd!
My orgasm broke, my inner muscles tightening around his cock and crashing through me like a tsunami, hurtling me into impossible pleasure.
“Fuck—yes!” With a grunt, he shuttled his hips faster and faster, and then he stiffened, a low groan escaping him, the sound so incredibly sexy as he found his own release.
His chest heaving as he fought for breath, he lowered his brow to my shoulder.
After several seconds, maybe minutes, he straightened. Arms tight around me, he crossed to the living room and sat on the couch, keeping me joined to him.
