His nearness, his self-control, the intoxicating way he studied her pussy made her so aware—yet at the same time very shy too as blood hammered through her system.
Perhaps in her boldness toward him, she’d bitten off more than she could chew? Maybe he hadn’t come after her for a reason? Maybe she wouldn’t be able to handle him? He might be too rough with her.
She gasped at the heat of his palms as they branded her hips. He held her firm against the door and for a moment she forgot how to breathe as his head lowered. She cried out in both surprise and arousal as he sucked one labia—ring included—into his moist, warm mouth.
She struggled to keep touching her breasts. Fought to keep her body under control as the tip of his tongue lashed her clit. He sucked the ring between his teeth and pulled. The tug was erotic, way better than anything she’d ever done herself.
Oh yeah, this man knew what he was doing.
Her legs trembled. She leaned more heavily against the door and moaned softly as he devoured her other labia, doing the same naughty thing—lashing her with his tongue and pulling the ring with his teeth. He released her and ran his tongue between her wet folds and along her slit until a magnificent pulse of heat throbbed through her pussy. She tightened her thighs as her arousal mounted.
When his mouth fused over her entire pussy, she fought for a breath. Fought to keep standing.
She let go of her nipples and slapped her hands down upon his rock-hard back, trying to support her trembling legs. His palms caressed her hips, his touches electric upon her flesh, and she couldn’t help but gyrate against his face.
She jerked as his tongue lashed her clit. He began a firm, rough lap. It was fast and intense, an up and down massage.Oh God!
He feasted on her pussy. Erotic slurping split the air as he sucked firmly on her wet flesh. With each swipe of his tongue, her restraint crumbled and she came closer to being whisked into a vortex of need and lust and pleasure.
He licked and stroked with his tongue, pushing her to the edge. The instant she wanted to let herself fly, he pulled back.
The tease!She cried out her frustration and he became intense again, feasting and urging her toward a wild desire that threatened to pull her under. Need built inside her. A need so powerful and raw, she knew this was what she’d required from a man. She strained her pussy against his face, demanding a harder pressure, needing to lose herself in the hungry pleasure wave that threatened to consume her senses and self-control.
He worked her close to an orgasm. So close! She burned for him. Yearned for release. Wanted him inside her.
She whimpered. She wanted him to fuck her. Now! But she couldn’t say a word. He had her twisting inside a whirlwind that kept her gasping with arousal.
His mouth left her pussy. “You like this, don’t you, Red,” he growled up at her.
She moaned her agreement and tightened her grip on his shoulders. She couldn’t remember when she’d stopped touching herself. Didn’t remember placing her palms on his rugged muscular shoulders for support.
“Open your eyes, Red,” he instructed.
His demand made her gasp as a familiar erotic wave of submission washed through her. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and cried softly as he studied her.
Blade’s lips were red, swollen and glistened with moisture from her pussy. He let go of one of her hips and moved his hand between her thighs. A hot finger teased her clit, stroked her until she trembled uncontrollably.
“You’d like me to fuck you,” he said.
She gasped, her desperation turning into a physical ache. She needed him. God! How she needed him!
He bared his white, even teeth and her tummy hollowed out at the sexy satisfied smile he gave her so freely.
Yes, she wanted this man. Wanted him like no other. This was why she’d come to his room tonight. To be with him.
“You want me, don’t you, Red?” His words stroked her senses. “You want me to make you come. To bring you what you crave. What you need.”
Yes, bring me what I need.
Without waiting for her answer, he thrust two fingers into her vagina and started a quick, savage pump that had her quivering and bucking shamelessly. He finger fucked her with the deepest, longest strokes. Within seconds, a fireball slammed into her. She twisted harder and cried out as she writhed and gyrated upon his fingers.
Colorful lights flashed in her mind and shocking tremors shook her legs. Tears burned her eyes as spasms pounded through her. Thrashing her hips, she cried out as he worked her, his fingers plunging into her deeper and faster. Her vagina clenched and pleasure rode her body.
Her thighs trembled. Her tummy tightened. And she swore she lost her breath. Her mouth opened as she held tighter to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. The need, the craving, the desperation spiraling through her since she’d first seen him crashed together, making the wicked bursts of pleasure sharper and exquisitely painful… but so beautiful, too. She gyrated her hips with maddening speed, rocking into the explosion, and embraced the carnal shivers as they seared through her with perfection.
When he withdrew his fingers, she collapsed to her knees in front of him, gasping for air, her eyes shut so tightly she swore she would never be able to open them again. His hot mouth fused over hers, scattering all thoughts to the wind. Urges pounded her as his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers slipping through the nipple rings and tugging to this side of pain. He pulled the rings and kissed her harder, demanding she kiss him back. She returned his fire, melting her lips against his so intensely something deep inside of her—something pure and innocent and untouched—unraveled for him.
The trembling and spasms rocking her were so beautiful they pushed her right to the edge of control. His lips disappeared, his fingers left her rings. She wanted to open her eyes, to beg him not to stop, but the crackle of a zipper lowering had her breath quickening. A rustle of clothing followed. Her heart beat faster at foil ripping.
