My head collapsed against the pillow just as his tongue dove into my depths.
“Oh my God,” I choked out.
My hands flew to his hair, and I grasped on for dear life. I bucked ravenously against him, my veins shivering with a need for release. I wasted no time wrapping his lips around my clit, just to suck. Just to tease. And as I bucked against his face, I felt the stubble he hadn’t yet shaved away.
“Bee. Bee. Bee. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.”
He growled as I felt a thick finger of his circling around my pulsing entrance. My toes curled as my bare heels dug in between the shoulder blades of his back. I wanted to flip him over. I wanted to ride his face. I wanted to look down at him as I came all over him, drenching him with my squirt.
But when I attempted to roll us over, all he did was reach up after teasing my entrance.
He pinned my hips to the bed.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said with a chuckle against my pussy.
I whimpered and whined like a goddamn cat in heat as he pulled away from me. My legs flopped to the bed, my body worked up to a point where I felt a small sheen of sweatcoating me from head to toe. His body covered me in an instant, his bulkiness blocking out the entirety of the room I was temporarily shoved into.
I didn’t even realize he dipped toward me until his voice appeared against the shell of my ear.
“Your tattoos are fantastic. I wish I could take the time to properly trace them with my tongue.”
I groaned as he situated himself between my legs. “Why don’t you?”
“Because,” he growled as he notched himself at my entrance, and the thickness of his head made my back arch, “the scent of you is too enticing. I’m not that strong of a man.”
His thumb traced along my cheek, and I realized my eyes were closed. I fluttered them open, finding his darkened face hovering just above mine. He inched his hips forward, his girth spreading me like it was my first time. My jaw unhinged and he laved his tongue into my mouth, capturing my sounds as he sank in, inch by thick inch.
My legs quaked as he spread me.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered down the back of my throat.
My hands raked through his hair before clinging to his shoulders. I was so overwhelmed in the best of ways that my brain practically shut off. All I knew was the electric pleasure coursing through my muscles. The pressure of his cock against my walls sent my legs locking around him. Well, as much as they could lock. The man was so broad that I couldn’t quite lock my ankles around his back.
That didn’t stop me from trying, though.
“So soft,” he whispered as he released my lips.
I panted for air as he sat fully sheathed inside of me. “Fucking hell, Bee. You got that weapon registered?”
He chuckled as his arms bracketed the sides of my head. “I’ve got some bad news.”
The haze around my head lifted. “Huh?”
He bent forward and nuzzled his nose against mine. “Now that I know how soft you are, we’re gonna have to do this again.”
I rolled my hips, causing him to grunt. “And you call that bad news?”
He slowly drew back and sank back into me, my walls fluttering around him. My nails dug into the meat of his upper back, clinging to his muscles as they undulated beneath his skin. I couldn’t even get a glimpse of his body, I was so encased in the euphoria. The way he slowly drew back before sliding back in. The sloshing sound our bodies made together. The way he ground his hips against mine, tickling my oversensitive clit.
It was enough to drive any woman wild.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered out.
His face fell to the crook of my neck. “Bee is just fine, Anna-mine.”
I giggled softly and slapped his shoulder. “You’re so insane, you know that?”
“Insane for you. Now, hold on.”
