Hell On Heels(38)

"Possibly," he said as he took my hands and wrapped them around his cock. It was smooth as silk on the outside yet as hard as steel. "I'll try to go slow, but you completely undo me. Lie back and hold the headboard," he said.
"But I want to touch you."
"You will." His smile was positively sinful. "But the first time it's all about you."
If I'd been standing I'd have dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. My body went liquid and my brain was functioning at half-speed.
I did as he instructed and he skimmed his hands over every part of my body, followed by his mouth. I writhed and moaned under his touch, which seemed to increase his need. His lips took mine in a crushing kiss and his hand slid between my legs. The heel of his palm pressed against my clit and I bucked and gasped. His sexy chuckle was almost my undoing, but he was just getting started.
"You are so beautiful," he said as his mouth made a trail from my lips to my neck.
As the pressure of his palm increased, his finger slipped inside me and the pleasure was intense. A second finger followed and I tightened in protest.
"Relax, Dixie. Let me in." His voice was hypnotic and I let my legs fall open. His head dropped to my breast and his lips trapped my nipple. His tongue ran lazy circles around the rock hard nub and my back arched trying to make him increase the pressure. He took the hint—happily. The harsh pull of his mouth on my breast sent me into meltdown and he pushed a third finger inside me. The burn from the stretch was obliterated by the fireworks his mouth was causing. Despite the pain I rocked almost violently against his hand. My brain said wait, but my body had other ideas. The sounds coming from him were the sexiest things I'd ever heard and my need for more skyrocketed.#p#分页标题#e#
It came on fast and it lasted a long time. I closed my eyes and screamed as my body detonated.
"Look at me," Hayden demanded. "I want to see you and I want you to see nothing but me."
My eyes blinked open and his smile was feral. Ohmyhellohmyhellohmyhell, this was the scariest, most amazing thing I'd ever experienced.
"More," he said gruffly as he slid down my still shaking body.
"More what?" I choked out. "I thought it was your turn now."
"Not until you come three more times. Then it's my turn."
"I might die," I told him honestly. "I'm pretty sure I just suffered brain damage during that one."
He threw back his head and laughed. I wanted to slap him and kiss him, but he had very different ideas. His mouth replaced his hand and I was sure my entire body blushed.
"Um. . .I don't know if you should…you know," I mumbled.
"Should do what, Dixie?"
"Well, that."
"This?" he asked as his tongue and teeth did things to me I didn't know were possible. My exhausted body was no longer exhausted and to my shock and his delight I wrapped my legs around his head. "You like?" he chuckled as he continued to rock my world.
"I like," I gasped as he sucked and I exploded for the second time in the space of fifteen minutes. I was certainly going to die at this rate, but it was a Hell of a way to go.
"Hayden, no more. I can't." I begged.
"You can and you will," he said softly before he went back to work.
"You're mean," I snapped as the motion of my hips belied my words.
He grinned and shrugged. "I'm very mean—very, very mean."
He was right. He was mean and I came three more times before he worked his way back up my trembling body. I should be dead or at the very least unconscious. I knew my voice was gone from all the screaming I did. Why wasn't I tired and how did my body want more?
"I do believe it's my turn now," he said as he took himself in hand and pressed the broad head of his cock inside me. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked through clenched teeth. The veins in his neck were taut and I knew it took all he possessed to show restraint. But he did—and it made me love the beautiful man even more than I did a moment ago.
"It's what I want," I whispered, removing my hands from the headboard and wrapping them around his neck. I rocked my hips forward, taking more of him into me. I was full and stretched, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
"I'll try to go slow," he ground out as he pushed farther inside. The feel of him filling me so slowly was excruciating. I might be inexperienced, but I knew what I wanted and I wanted it now.
"Not slow. . .more. Please."
"Tell me. Say it. Beg for it," he said as he stilled inside me and waited.
"You like dirty talk?" I giggled and wiggled my hips.
"I like dirty talk. I'm the freakin' Angel of Death. I'm supposed to like dirty talk." He grinned and rotated his hips, making me see stars.