Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(99)

He caught her waist and tugged her back. “Want to play, golubushka, but I’ve got to eat you. You’re dripping and all that fiery honey is mine. I want it. Lie down and spread for me. One leg over the back of the couch, the other foot on the floor.”



Lust rose, sharp and brutal, taking him by surprise the moment she complied. She lay back, the top of her head against the armrest, her body laid out like a feast. Her garter extended to accommodate the stretch in the stockings along her legs. One high heel went up the back of the couch while the other rested on the floor.

He stood over her a moment, drinking in the sight of her, staring down at the junction between her legs. She kept herself trimmed so that there was a small patch of fiery curls beckoning him. Her lips were slick and wet with invitation. Her breasts swayed with every breath she took in.



“Giacinta, I have to tell you, there is no one more beautiful or sexier than you are. Bar none. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. I love that you give yourself to me.”



Her hands cupped her breasts, her eyes on his. He watched her thumbs slide over her nipples, watched the reaction in her belly, the way her muscles rippled there and along her thighs. Her hands glided down her rib cage to her flat stomach, fingers teasing the top of her fiery red curls. “Hurry, honey, I’m on fire.”



He knelt on the floor between her legs. “Slide your finger inside. Feel how hot and wet you are. Coat your fingers and feed me.” His voice went hoarse. Rough. His cock was so fucking stiff he couldn’t believe he’d come so hard just a bit before. His mouth already had her taste on his tongue. She’d said she was addicted, but he knew he truly was. He could never get enough of her, not in this lifetime, not even if he took her dozens of times a day.

She smiled. Slow. Sexy. Her eyes dark with lust. With hunger and need. He loved that look on her face. Watching him, she slid her fingers deep into her body, gasping as she did, her hips thrusting up, bucking, straining for release. He caught her wrist before she could give that to herself and pulled her hand to his mouth. Her lips formed a pout.



“I give that to you. Not you. You feed me.” He pulled her fingers deep into his mouth and stroked his tongue around them, catching every last bit of honey coating her fingers. “I love how you taste.”



Her eyes went even darker. Her lashes lowered to half-mast and her red lips parted. Sexy. Watching him as he drew her fingers deep, sucked hard and then pulled them free. He shoved both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his mouth. With the first swipe of his tongue her entire body shuddered and a single sound escaped. Low. Moaning. Pure music.



He settled in, savoring her taste and the sounds she made when he drove her up fast, kept her there just to enjoy her pleas. He loved the way her nails dug into his shoulders and biceps. She turned into a little wildcat, grinding down, seeking release, and he finally gave it to her, pleased when she let out a keening cry as the orgasm swept over her hard and fast.

“More.” He breathed the command against her thigh and started all over, using fingers and mouth to take her up again before the first one even had subsided. His woman. Perfect for him. She was spread out like a feast and he gave her his full attention, devouring her like a starving man.



Her head thrashed back and forth against the armrest, her hair spilling out from the messy knot. He liked that. All that fiery silk matching the scorching-hot liquid, the silken channel and that sensual flush on her breasts.

“Again,” he demanded.



“I can’t.”



But she could. She did. Another long, wailing cry that sounded more like music than anything else. He gave her one last swipe of his tongue just to feel the shudder in her body again, rubbed his shadowed jaw along the insides of her thighs and then was over top of her, sliding in. Fast. Hard. Taking what was his. What she offered him. So beautiful. Perfection.



She was slick, but she was tight and he drove through that gripping channel, her wet, scorching-hot silk clamping down around him, dragging at him, the friction sending fire dancing through him. There was no going slow, not when she was so responsive, not when she chanted his name and begged for hard. For rough. For more. He gave her everything she asked for and more.

Her body shuddered around his twice more, clamping hard, squeezing like an exquisite vise of silk and velvet. So wet and hot. Nothing better. He buried his face in her neck and let the fire roar through him, erupting like a volcano. He kept his weight on her, feeling her soft breasts, her silky body melting under his, savoring the feel of her sex clamped down so hard around him, still rippling with aftershocks.