My fingers began to tease her other nipple as my tongue worked around and over the one in my mouth. I listened to every change in breathing, felt every shift in her muscles, keeping note of what she liked. The way every bit of her tensed when my teeth came into play, and how she grabbed onto my hair and cursed when I sucked harder.
“X,” she gasped. “Please. More. Please.” Each word was punctuated by a whimper as she squirmed beneath me.
I didn't raise my head as I dropped my hand down between her legs. The dark curls were soft against my fingers, and she arched up into me, as eager to be touched as I was to touch. She was slick and hot, her body jerking as I ran the tip of one finger over her clit. Knowing that I was responsible for how wonderfully wet she was brought out that primitive side of me I'd never acknowledged before. She was mine, and even if she chose to walk away in the morning, I would protect her.
“X.” She gave my hair a painful tug and I lifted my face to look at her. “Need you.”
“Come for me,” I said. I slid a finger into her and watched as her eyes rolled back. I slid my finger in and out a couple times before adding a second one.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
“Not yet,” I said with a chuckle. Damn, I could watch her all day. I loved seeing her come apart, lose herself. One day, I promised myself, I'd have her touch herself while I watched, but not tonight.
I lowered my head again and began to tease her clit with my tongue. I'd always been a thorough lover, but I'd never enjoyed going down on a woman until her. If I had my way, no other man was going to get this privilege. I curled my fingers, searching for that spot inside her. I'd found it before, and it didn't take me long to find it again. Then she was coming, her cries muffled by the sleeve of her robe.
Right, neighbors.
I hadn't even given anyone else a second thought.
I slid my hand from between her legs and propped myself up on my arm. I was hard, the soft cotton even too rough against my sensitive skin, but I would deal with it.
Her eyes opened, pupils so wide that only a thin circle of color remained. “What are you waiting for?”
I raised an eyebrow. “We don't have to–”
“Do you want me?” she asked.
I cupped the side of her face. “More than anything.”
She shifted, sliding the robe off until she was completely bare. “Then take me.”
I started to move, then realized something. “Shit. I don't have–”
“It's okay,” she said. Her smile was soft, but the light in her eyes was anything but. “I'm good if you're good.”
I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I needed to be inside her too badly. I rolled over her, catching myself so that my weight wasn't fully on her. She spread her legs, then hooked them around my hips, her heels resting just under my ass. She wriggled against me.
“Still got something in the way here.”
I reached down and yanked the towel off, tossing it onto the floor. My hand tangled in her hair, holding her in place as I drove into her with a single hard thrust. She bit her bottom lip, her head tilting back. I pressed my mouth to her throat, sucking and biting at the skin there even as I moved inside her. I could feel her muscles tensing and knew that she was still wound tight.
My mouth went to her ear. “I want to hear you scream.”
“The neighbors,” she protested.
I rolled my hips and she made a whining sound that went straight to my cock. My entire body was thrumming, throbbing, desperate for release.
“I don't give a damn about the neighbors,” I practically growled the words. “You need to let go, Nori. Completely.” I used her hair to make her face me. “At least, trust me in this. I've got you.”
Her eyes locked with mine, widened as I pushed myself deep inside her. She nodded, her eyes closing. Part of me wanted to tell her to look at me so I could see everything when she came again, but I knew that her closing her eyes meant she trusted me to give her what she needed.
“Scream for me, sweetheart.” I grabbed her breast with one hand, thumb and forefinger pinching just hard enough to make everything else she was feeling even more intense. She made a soft keening sound.
Not quite there yet.
I pushed myself up onto my knees and grabbed her legs. I pulled them up against my chest, stretching them until her ankles were on my shoulders. When I leaned forward this time, she cried out without any attempt to mask the sound.
“Good girl.”
Every thrust brought a new cry, each one louder than the last, until, finally, her entire body clenched down and she screamed.
My name.
I'd already been close, but that sound was enough to force my own climax. I stayed buried inside her, each squeeze of her pussy matching a pulse from my cock. A shudder ran through me, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes open. I watched everything she was feeling play across her face, felt the pleasure rippling through her body.