I did not get “sex ready.” Thank goodness I shaved my legs this morning, but I only have a second to wonder if I’m pretty enough, when he’s hooked my knee again, his other arm coming around my back. I’m up off the floor and then my back is on the bed before I’ve even had a chance to gasp.
I’m being devoured…
It’s the only word that describes what’s happening, but I’m not sure prey has ever been this willing. He’s on top of me in a second, the brush of his skin sending shivers all over my body. He sucks the other nipple in his mouth, making them both pucker into steel peaks before he starts nipping and sucking down my body.
It feels so good that I spread my legs wider, inviting him deeper, practically begging him, as I lift my hips, a clear invitation to do what he promised.
He kisses along my belly, and then over the seam of my hip, until he reaches my mound, and then he buries his face in pubic hair.
I only have a moment to blush before he noses deeper, his tongue flicking out, barely touching my clit.
It’s still enough to have me bucking off the bed, pleasure firing through every nerve. I try to get my heels under my kneesso I can lift up, give him even more access, but his hand splays out on my stomach, holding me down as he lightly teases me with the tip of his tongue.
He’s choosing now to ease up and it’s driving me insane. I don’t want to be teased. I want to be devoured.
I start whimpering, my head whipping back and forth. “Please,” I beg, so wound up, I’d do almost anything to fall over the edge.
“Ask again,” he rumbles, his eyes meeting mine, dark and primal as he watches me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Oh, please.”
He goes in deep, two of his fingers filling me even as he presses his tongue hard right on my clit.
It sends me over the edge, and I explode in an orgasm that’s so quick and fierce, every muscle twists into knots.
And then every one of them turns to jelly.
Rush is up in a second, yanking at the belt that holds his pants on his lean hips. He shucks them down his thighs to his knees and then he’s back on top of me. “Sweetheart, I need to be inside you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, languid and completely open to him.
But he pauses, pressed against my entrance. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”
“What?”
“That it’s all right for me to be inside you.”
I blink, my brow furrowing. “You were asking a question?”
He gives me a pained smile. “I do suck at that. So let me try again. Can I please sink inside you? I need?—”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate, pushing his cock in me until he’s buried to the hilt.
I’ve always been tight and I haven’t had sex in a long time, so a little hiss falls from my lips as he bottoms out.
His mouth finds mine, this time soft, as he kisses me, staying buried inside me.
I kiss him back, this moment more than I ever imagined possible. He feels so good, his muscles flexing against me, his body covering mine.
I could spend days, weeks, months under him. His strength, the way he’s filling me, it just feels so right.
I seek out his lips again, just wanting more of his skin on mine, the closeness, the contact. He pushes my mouth open, his tongue plundering mine even as he pulls out and pushes back inside me.
Strong men have always been my thing and the way he dominates every part of me is heaven as he slides my arms above my head, his body pressed to mine. I arch up into him, open as wide as I can be as I slide my legs around his waist.
His fingers lace with mine, our mouths moving together as he pumps into me over and over. His pace ratchets up, until his body loses the art, his heart hammering against my chest. It’s fast and so beautiful.
