He’d hurt her and because of that, I wanted to hurt him.
Since he wasn’t here and the beautiful woman he tossed aside was, I shifted my energy to pleasing her the way women deserved.
“Oh…” she moaned as soon as I added another finger, pumping several times. As soon as I flexed them open, even curling the tips, she jerked up onto her forearms, staring at me with side eyes. “You are…”
I licked her furiously, alternating with sucking on her clit and her swollen folds. How many times had I envisioned doing this? Enough I planned on taking my time enjoying every damn second. For now, she was my captive and why not take full advantage.
Who was I to toss aside a gift provided by Mother Nature?
I stopped being gentle, using my mouth and tongue as well as every finger to drive her absolutely insane. Including my thumb, which I drove just inside her tight butthole. As soon as I did, she let out a wild screech, her body shaking as an orgasm swept through her.
Neither one of us had been prepared for the moment, but I made certain I lapped up every drop of cream.
“Oh… You are so bad. So… bad.” Her words were soft and airy, barely audible yet I heard every word. And I wasn’t interested instopping, enjoying every moment of the way her body reacted to what I was doing.
She moaned and undulated her hips, snapping her fingers around my hair. “I’m too sensitive. It’s just too much.”
I responded by sucking on her clit as I’d done before, enjoying her scent as well as the blush crowding her cheeks. I couldn’t seem to get enough, crazed for more of her. When I buried my entire face, she bucked harder.
“I can’t. Not a chance. You have to stop. You just…” Her eyes were crazed, her mouth twisted as she ripped at my hair.
“Is that what you really want?”
“Uh-huh. Yes. I’m certain.” Panting, she rubbed her arm across her mouth. Two beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead, slowly trickling down her face.
“Alright. Fine.” I rose to my full height, inhaling the scent of her. She had no idea how intoxicating her natural perfume had become.
Her stare leveled me, drilling me into the ground. Even when she’d been her most annoying self, she’d managed to use the same technique to drive me crazy. It had worked then and was doing so again.
My brother’s death had almost ruined me. While everyone else, including members of my family and extended smokejumper family had consoled and prodded me, telling me to get on with my life, she’d been the one to break through my thick defense.
I’d spent far too much time being haunted by her after she’d left. Here she was in my house. In my arms. Soon to be in my bed. Talk about a cathartic act.
I wasn’t into playing games any longer. She’d unknowingly awakened something that I’d ignored until a few weeks ago and shoved aside after Will’s death.
Now, the hunger was something that had to be dealt with. But I wasn’t finished enjoying the taste of her yet. When I grabbed her hand, she peered at me quizzically. When I yanked her onto her feet and into my arms, she took several deep breaths. I needed her to know how truly sweet she tasted.
When I captured her mouth, she stiffened. Had no one ever done this with her before? I held her lips almost closed for several seconds while she shifted in my arms. When I slipped my tongue inside, she inhaled deeply before darting hers across mine. The move was almost delicate, more so than I’d expected from her.
She crawled her fingers over my shoulder and I sensed she was uncertain how all this would work out. Take a number. Nothing good would come of it.
I fisted her hair, holding her in place. Why was it I had some innate fear she’d walk out that damn door and I’d never see her again?
The kiss became as rough and needy until she forcefully pushed me away, her eyes darting back and forth.
Maybe being with her had reminded me of the man I’d been a hell of a long time ago. I spun her around without thinking, lifting and tossing her over the edge of the counter.
“What are you doing?” I adored the way she demanded everything of me.
“I wasn’t finished yet, Palomino Girl.”
She was surprised when I spread her open again but stopped fighting me as soon as I lifted her pelvis. “Oh, my God. You’re crazy. You’re just crazy.”
Yeah, I was. I dragged my tongue up and down the length of her pussy. I craved having her come again. I needed her to respond to me in a way that indicated she was as undone by what I was doing to her as I was with what she did to me.
She tried to push up, but as I drove my tongue deep inside, she rested her cheek on the counter, no longer struggling. With the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest, I could tell the moment she was ready to come again.
Her muscles tensed and she stopped moving altogether. But every sound was a clear indication that she enjoyed what I was doing to her.
