It was ecstasy. It was wonderful. But she didn’t want him gentle. She wanted him forceful.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispered.
His stare jerked up to her eyes, and she couldn’t miss the strained tension around his nostrils, the edges of his mouth.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he answered. “I want you so much I’m afraid I will if I don’t try and—”
“I’m yours, Aslin.” She slid the backs of her hands up the door to above her head, lifting her breasts upward as she rubbed her pussy on the top of his knee. “Take me. Fuck me. Please.”
The words had barely left her lips when he captured her right breast with one hand. He kneaded the heavy curve of her flesh with rising pressure, his knee grinding to her clit equally hard. She let out a hitching cry, closing her eyes to the base pleasure radiating through her.
The sound of him lowering her zipper set her heart racing, as did the tug on her fly. She sucked in her belly, her sex filling with fresh moisture. He pulled at her shorts, parting them wide. And then he slipped his fingers between her spread legs, over the curve of her mons, to the folds of her pussy.
He fingered her clit, rolling the button with frenzied pressure before dipping into her wet heat.
She cried out, the sound loud in the silent trailer. He growled against the side of her throat, the hand on her breast squeezing tighter. She writhed against him, wanting to feel his fingers deeper in her heat.
He complied to her unspoken request, driving up into her sex with savage force. Shards of wicked pleasure shot through her and she dropped her hands to his shoulders, scraping her nails across their breadth.
Her orgasm hit her. So fast, so wild, she couldn’t breathe. Her juices gushed from her pussy.
“Fuck, yes.” Aslin’s groan heated her ear. “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. So tight. So wet…”
She moaned, the pulses of her climax growing faster. Building. Mounting. And then another one claimed her, more intense than the first. More absolute.
“So perfect.” His lips scored a line over her jaw, her chin. His teeth nipped at her lips. “So mine.”
He withdrew his fingers from her sex enough to torture her clit again. She bucked, the sheer rapture of her duel orgasm making the swollen button almost too sensitive to touch.
“Aslin,” she panted, “I…”
Whatever she was going to say next was lost to his plundering kiss. Concentrated pleasure poured through her veins. His control was deserting him. She could feel it in the urgent greed of his touch. A low groan tore from his chest and his hand yanked free of her sex. He broke away from the kiss, cupped her jaw in his palm and dragged his thumb over her lips before slipping it into her mouth.
She tasted her cream—musky and salty at once.
“Taste your pleasure, Rowan,” he commanded before reclaiming her lips with his. His tongue mated with hers, untamed and feral. She whimpered, grinding her sodden pussy to his knee even as she reached for his fly.
He tore his mouth from her lips, grabbed the waistline of her undone shorts and shoved them down her hips.
The air-conditioned air of the trailer wrapped around her newly exposed flesh, streamed between her newly revealed pussy lips. She gasped, and then again when Aslin dropped to his knees and swiped his tongue over her clit. He hooked his hands high on her inner thighs and shoved her legs wide.
She leant her shoulders back into the door, every nerve-ending sizzling with scalding, mounting need as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. Another climax built within her walls, a radiating tension that shot up her spine and deep into her core. “Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned, rolling her head side to side. “Yes.”
He smoothed his hand down the back of her left leg, and with a sudden yank, her calf was on his shoulder. He buried his tongue into her spread seam, his nose in her trimmed pubic hair. She fisted her hands in his hair, her third orgasm slamming into her.
God, she’d never had so many so quickly. How would she survive when he drove his cock into her?
The delirious thought fired off new throbbing pressure in her core. A keening sound filled the trailer, and it was only when Aslin ground out, “I love the sound you make when you come,” that Rowan realized it was her.
She was drowning in pleasure. It engulfed her. Every time Aslin’s tongue painted her folds, her clit, she shuddered and clung to him. Her breath left her in ragged pants. Her nipples ached. Her belly knotted.
And still she wanted more. She needed more. It wasn’t enough. She wanted—
Without warning, Aslin rose to his feet. He took a step backward, just one, his gaze holding her prisoner.
She watched him, her lips parted, her breasts heaving.