His wet T-shirt.
It molded to the curves of her breasts, and her nipples—fuck.
Before he could cup her breasts, she hooked her hand around his nape and slammed her mouth over his. With each wild flip of her tongue, she drove him closer to the brink.
Between kisses, words burst from him in gritty syllables. “I need to…stop kissing you…and do something…about these nipples.” He closed his fingers lightly around the straining buds, dragging a raspy cry from her.
“Angelo!”
Her pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed. He wanted to drink her in slowly, sip her like a fine scotch. But the pounding surge of his cock behind his swim trunks won out.
He stripped his T-shirt off her sexy body and dropped it with a wetplop.Goose bumps broke out all over her arms, making her nipples jut out more.
Hooking his finger in the cup of the bikini top, he tugged the cloth down and closed his mouth over one peaked nipple, drawing it in with a slow pull that made her fingers fist in his hair.
“Ohh.”
He teased with his tongue, sucked harder and relished the tremor that ran through her body as she arched into him.
The scent of her hit him then—sweet and unmistakably aroused—and it nearly dropped him to his knees.
“Trouble,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough as sandpaper. “Whatever happens after the op—”
“Less talking,” she breathed, guiding him right back where she wanted him. “More action.”
Glancing up, he shot her a grin. “Now those are orders I can take.”
He slid his hands around her hips and lifted. She wrapped herself around him, nestling trustingly against his chest as he carried her the few steps to the bed. When he set her on the floor, she went for the ties at his waistband.
With each tug on the ties, she brushed her fingers over his stiff cock. His head dropped back on a groan.“Fuck.”
Her lips hit his chest, and she spattered heated kisses over his pecs, flicking over his nipples. When she sank to her knees, he froze.
He both ached to be inside her hot mouth and feared what it would do to him. The woman already half owned him.
She slowly edged the wet cloth down his hips. The swim trunks puddled on the floor, and he stepped out of them. She took a moment to move them aside before squaring up to his body with her lips dangerously close to the straining head of his cock.
It surged with need, precum shiny on the tip.
As she brought her fingers around the base, he branded her face on his memory. Her lips swollen from his kisses. Her cheeks flushed where his stubble had grazed.
Her hair fell in damp clumps around her shoulders, and her eyes were dazed and hungry all at once.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The vehemence in his tone sounded too gruff, but she smiled, her lips curving up at the corners in a soft bow.
A possessive urge flickered through him—the kind that wanted to leave traces, reminders, something she’d carry with her when this was all over.
He swallowed the thought—and then he couldn’t think at all. Because Ellory closed her lips around his cock and took him straight to the root without stopping.
“Fuck!” He planted a hand on her head, thumb skimming the crease of her jaw as she opened wider and let him into the back of her throat.
His eyes rolled up in his head and he lost all sense of reality as she sucked him with deep pulls. When she flicked her tongue over the crest, he realized she was gathering his precum and let out a strangled noise.
She dug her fingers into his hip, pulling him closer, filling her mouth with him, her throat with him. His balls clenched tight to his body as heat surged in his core.
He was going to lose it inside her mouth if he didn’t back off. Now.
He rocked his hips back.
