“Foreplay,” he teased gruffly. “Didn’t you know?”
She snort-laughed, reached out, and gently stroked the scar on his abs, then she pressed her lips to it.
His muscles tensed, and his cock stiffened.
Damn. He pulled her up or tried to, but she shook her head and went down on her knees, unfastened the button of his jeans, slipped her hand beneath his underwear, and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing length, turning the tables on him. And then he didn’t care what she did as long as she touched him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, reveling in the feel of her hot little hand around his dick. She swiped her thumb over the sensitive head, wet with precum, then worked his length with incredibly strong strokes, the calluses on her fingers adding to the friction.
Her dark gaze sought his as she leaned forward to glide her tongue over the rounded head. Then her lips closed around him, and he groaned. With her kneeling in front of him in her short skirt and braided hair, with her innocent air, and her lips wrapped around his cock, she had to be the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen!
She took him deeper, her fingers squeezing the inches of him she couldn’t quite take, straining his rigid control further as her mouth retreated, releasing his wet length from her mouth and then swallowing him again.
Nate gritted his teeth, tensing as his balls tightened, and his release drew closer and closer—
“No!” He dragged her up and kissed her hard. At her startled look from his lack of finesse or whatever, he growled, “Yeah, I’m that desperate. Off.”
He grabbed the ends of her top and removed it, tossing it aside. Then he snapped the rubber band at the end of her braid and freed her heavy rope of hair. Yards of moonlit strands cascaded to her hips. “It’s a sin to hide all this beauty.”
“It gets in the way of my job.”
Yeah, he got that. Nate coiled the length around his palm, tipping her face up, and kissed her swollen mouth, sucking her tongue, tasting himself, but that wasn’t what he was after. He slid his other hand up her thigh, moved her skirt up, pushed her panties aside, and stroked his thumb over her wet slit.
Her gasp was the sweetest, cock-stirring sound he’d ever heard, and then she pressed her hot, wet core into his hand.Damn me!
Her passion-darkened gaze met his as he stroked the length of her cleft, not quite touching her where she wanted, and she squirmed. “Nate…”
“I want it all, Ely,” he growled. “You falling apart on my hand, then in my mouth, before riding my cock. Do you want that, mylaika?”
“Gods, yes!” she panted.
His mouth came down on hers again in a gut-churning kiss.
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By the scattered stars!Ely groaned as he sucked on her tongue with an eroticism setting her ablaze. His lips, his hands on her too hot, too sensitive body felt so darn good, she wanted to crawl under his skin and settle there.
He dragged her underwear down her legs and dropped it aside, then he gripped her waist—
“Wait, wait, your wound,” she protested.
“I’m okay. It’s healing fast, thanks to you.” He picked her up, and Ely wrapped her legs around his waist as he braced her against the wall, her short skirt rolling to her hips. He grasped her ass, aligning her directly on the length of his hard cock, and moved his hips up and down, letting his erection slide between her bare folds—
A moan broke free as need flooded her. He rolled his hips, his sex rubbing against her clit, hiking her arousal. Heavens! She was so close. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Nate, please…”
“We’ve barely started.” He nipped her chin. “I’m not rushing our first time, Ely mine. I want to feel every inch of you in every way possible.”
Dammit. He was going to kill her if he kept this up. Panting, she dropped her brow to his shoulder. Then she bit his neck. “Sadist.”
He chuckled. “Only now you know this?”
She huffed and licked his neck.
He growled. His hold tightening on her hips, he stalked back to the bed and dropped her on the mattress again.
Ely lay there watching him as he unzipped and removed her boots and socks, setting them aside, then her skirt followed. She sat up, fumbled off her sleeveless top, and flung it aside. The cool air, a blessed relief on her heated skin, feltsooogood.
He kneeled on the bed. The dim illumination in the room from the streetlights cast him in a muted golden glow like some warrior of old with his muscular body, cut abs, and long hair falling about his shoulders as he hovered above her. He parted her legs, moved in closer, and settled her limbs over his thighs, revealing her most intimate self to him.
