Page 34 of Daring to Love

Slowly, her movements still, but I don’t let her rest. I need more. So much more.

“Give me your mouth,” I growl as I come to my feet. I turn her around and pull her flush to my chest, once more taking her lips with mine. A low, husky groan as she tastes herself on my tongue makes my cock jerk. I want to touch her. I need her naked, writhing for me.

I wrench my mouth away and tug at her T-shirt.

“Let your hair down,” I order her as I pull it over her head. I reach a hand behind her to unclasp her bra. Static fills the air as she does as I say, and I take a moment to just look at her.

“You are a goddess,” I murmur softly. The tenderness I feel for her surprises me. “Look at you, all flushed, your skin almost as pink as your pussy…” I let out a shaky breath.

Her eyes are hooded, the lingering orgasm evident on her every feature. I take her hands in mine and walk backwards to her bed, my gaze never wavering from hers. As I sit down, I release her hands only to take a tight hold on her hips. I push my thumbs underneath the strings of her underwear and tug it down, removing it and her sandals. I’m in awe of the trust she places in me.

When she’s fully naked, I reach for her and heft her in my arms, lifting her until she sits astride me. There’s something insanely erotic about her completely naked while I have yet to undress. I raise my right hand and push her hair away from her face, needing to see her as I unravel her with my fingers this time.

“Again,” I murmur as my other hand finds the hard nipple on her breast. I hum in appreciation as she arches her back. “Do you know how beautiful you look right now?”

“Stop talking, Fin,” she huffs. I blink, equally surprised and turned on by her brazenness. “Show me more.”

“Hold on to me, sweetheart.”

Instantly, she puts her hands on my shoulders, and without breaking a beat, I lean forward and close my mouth around her right nipple. I can feel her trembling against me as she sighs, and I run my hands all over her in featherlight touches, massaging her smooth skin while I suck the hard bud hard before laving it with my tongue. Her whimper and slow roll of her hips against me spurs me on and I pick up my pace. I don’t know how long I worship her breasts, switching from one to the other, but all I know is I want to see her erupt. I open my eyes and stare up at her, gasping against her sweaty skin.

Her head is thrown back, showcasing her long neck, and her mouth is open. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I have never seen a more magnificent creature in my life.

“I wonder if I can make you come from sucking on your tits,” I rasp against her, “but right now, I need you to come again, beautiful.” I lean away and look down, gasping at the wet spot her arousal has left on my jeans. My cock is tenting against the restraining clothes, but I don’t care. As gentle as I can be, I cover her pussy, rubbing my palm against her clit while I prod softly against her opening.

“Fuck, you are drenched.”

My finger penetrates her with ease, sucking me inside her. I tremble, the enormity of what she is gifting me piercing my soul, and that gives me the willpower to stay tender with her. Carefully, I put another finger inside her, listening to her escalating breaths, before I look up at her.

“Eyes on me, Amelie.”

It takes her a couple of seconds, but when she does as I ask her, I grab on to her neck, my open mouth reaching for hers. When I swallow her whimpers with my kiss, I finger fuck her, and my willpower comes close to shattering. My lips grow wild, devoid of any finesse, but as she rides my fingers, I don’t care. All I care about is preparing her for my cock…to brand her…to take as much as I give her.

“You’re so tight…so perfect.”

I can feel something against my fingers, making it near impossible to keep patient, but I know I must. I retreat from her tightness and flick my thumb against her clit. A small cry leaves her mouth and she grows still on top of me, trembling like a leaf. Her arousal slips through my fingers, and I want to roar like a beast.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants as she rides the aftershock of her orgasm, and I remove my hand from between her legs.

“Now you’re ready.”

I swallow the thickness in my throat of the beautiful gift she bestows on me and turn with her in my arms. She wraps her arms tightly around me, tucking her face in the crook of my neck.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” I beg as I reach for my wallet in my back pocket and flip it open on the bed. My lungs are close to bursting, and my boxers are sticky with pre-cum leaking from my aching cock.

She giggles sleepily.

“I promise I won’t.”

Her sweet kisses and tongue on my neck and jaw are almost more than I can take. I glance around her bedroom, looking for something so we don’t mess up her sheets too much. Satisfaction tears through me when my gaze falls on a white towel haphazardly thrown on a rocking chair in the corner farthest away. “Stay here.” I press a quick kiss to her shoulder and get up, her arms falling down to her sides. I grab it quickly and when I turn back around, my mouth emits a low rumble at the sight before me.

Her arms are supporting her upper body, her long legs up and bent at the knees while her feet rest on the grey bedding underneath her. I glance down and lick my lips at the way her rosy nipples pucker. Despite the pleasure she’s already experienced at my hand, she still wants me.

Pulse pounding hard, her eyes are on mine as I walk back towards her.

I bent down to kiss her navel, needing another taste of her creamy-white skin. I unfold the towel in my hands and put it on the bed, resting it close to her arse.

“Up,” I whisper hoarsely and press in.