Not waiting for an invitation, he flicked his tongue over one, and it hardened into a tight little peak of tingling pink flesh. “Your nipples are so sweet. So perfect.” Little jolts of need pulsed through my chest as he flicked his tongue again, electrifying every tiny nerve in me.
I was burning up. It was as if there was a circuit connecting that tiny little bit of flesh to the apex of my thighs. And every miniscule touch to it sent a blast of pleasure to my center. I clenched my inner muscles, wishing to be filled, eager to feel him inside me, stretching me, stroking away the pounding need. When he pulled hard on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, I whimpered, arms softening, legs shaking.
I had never been good at staying upright when I masturbated. I became too dizzy, my limbs to tense and head too lost to pay attention to where I was and what I was doing. This problem was amplified now. Strangely, my senses were hyper-sensitive, and yet my focus was narrowed. I smelled so many things. And heard. And tasted. And felt, too. Glorious, wonderful things. And yet, all I cared about was getting more, being touched down there, where the burning was the worst.#p#分页标题#e#
Tevin moved his attention to my other nipple, and I couldn’t help crying out. I was in agony and ecstasy, both. I wanted him to stop, and yet I needed him to keep going. My insides craved his intimate touch.
More. I needed so much more.
“I believe you are almost ready. Almost,” he said as he licked and nipped down the center of my stomach. The muscles beneath my skin clenched as his teasing, tickling little nibbles gave rise to a full coat of goose bumps. “Do you still wish me to do anything I want?”
“Yessss,” I said on a groan as his fingertips stroked my mound. “Please.” I pivoted on one of my knees, turning so I was sprawled on the seat next to him, my legs open. He licked and kissed around to the inside of my thigh and another moan vibrated in my chest.
This was torture.
One of his hands finally made its way to my burning center. His fingertip pushed between my slick lips. “You’re wet for me. So wet.”
“Yes.”
Adding a second finger, he eased them both deep inside and I quaked.
“So responsive. I can’t wait until I’m deep inside you again.”
I couldn’t wait either. I couldn’t wait another second. Not one.
“Please,” I murmured.
“Please what, princess?” he asked, his tone teasing as his fingers retreated. “Please this?” He shoved his fingers inside again and I almost fainted from the pleasure. My inner walls squeezed tight, clasping his fingers and amplifying the sensation.
“Please. Please. Now,” I begged.
“You ask so pretty.” Continuing to thrust his fingers in and out, he found my clit with his other index finger and started drawing slow circles over it. Round and round. In and out. With each circle, each thrust, my body burned hotter, my need more urgent, and my heart pounded harder until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.
And then a blast detonated in my center.
My release blazed through my body like an atomic explosion, radiating out to my limbs, the soles of my feet, and the top of my head. I heard myself scream, felt my body convulse, my tissues spasm around his fingers. My juices coated them as they plunged deep inside.
“Damn, that was beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to my mound. “Now, you’re ready.”
My insides quivered at the thought that his large member would soon be stroking in and out of me.
He jerked his head down, indicating his groin with his eyes. “Should I allow you the pleasure?”
My mouth filled with saliva as my gaze meandered down his stomach to the big, prominent bulge hiding under his pants. All too eagerly, I pushed his pants down over his hips. His snug boxer briefs were still in the way. I eased the waistband down, and his thick erection sprang free. Hard. Long. And ohmygod thicker than I remembered.
A little shiver of anxiety quaked through me as I remembered how he had stretched me the first time, but a wave of erotic heat followed in its wake. Soon, very soon I would be full, his weight resting on top of me, that glorious rod pumping in and out, stroking away the burning between my legs. I fisted his rod, my fingertips not quite meeting the tip of my thumb as my fingers circled him. I lifted my eyes to his face as I gave him a slow stroke. Within an instant his eyes became heavy lidded and full of dark male hunger. That darkness awakened something in me, and I suddenly wanted to make him lose control, to want me so desperately he couldn’t bear to wait one more second.
Would he just throw me down and drive his thick, hard rod into me?
“You are so sweet,” he murmured as he pushed me down and climbed on top of me. “My sweet princess.” The tip of his erection eased between my damp tissues, and I quivered with anticipation. I smoothed my hands up his arms, feeling the rippling, hard muscles clench beneath the hot, silky skin as he lowered his chest and head, leaning in to kiss me. As our mouths met, his rod drove into me, filling me in one sure, swift stroke. A moan of pleasure swept up my throat and slipped from my lips, echoing in our joined mouths.