When he finally releases the peak and switches to the other, my breaths are already becoming uneven.
I bury my hands in his hair, holding his head to my chest as I arch up, wanting more. His teeth clamp down on my nipple, nipping and dragging across the sensitive flesh. Heat bursts between my legs, and as much as I love foreplay, I need him to hurry.
Releasing my grip on Boone's hair, I shift so I can reach between our bodies and palm his cock. I can feel his groan against my skin, and my urgency kicks up another notch.
"Please. Hurry."
Boone lifts his head. "What makes you think I'm going to hurry a damn thing? You're meant to be savored, sugar, and all this sweetness is mine."
The heat between my legs is only matched by the burning in my chest when he says things like that.
Don't fall in love with him, Ripley. This is just sex.
I spread my legs and lift my hips to grind against Boone.
"Jesus, fuck. I can feel how damn wet you are." He reaches between us, his finger sliding across my smooth skin. With the tiniest bit of pressure, his finger would slip inside me.
With each spine-arching stroke, Boone plays with me. My hips buck, trying to force his hand, but he pulls back and meets my eyes as he lifts his fingers to his lips and sucks them clean.
"So fucking sweet."
Oh my God. I'm nearing combustion.
"You want my fingers inside you?" he asks.
"Yes, dammit."
"You gonna come for me like that? Squeeze 'em tight and give me more of this sweetness?"
"Yes."
"Maybe you should taste it first. You ever tasted yourself, Ripley?"
My brain stutters. What did he say?
But I don't have time to think further because Boone's fingers dip between my legs, thrusting inside, giving me exactly what I want for a moment before drawing back and lifting them to my mouth to paint my lips with my own wet heat.
"Taste."
At this point, I'm not sure if there's any order that could fall from Boone's lips that I wouldn't follow.
I dart out my tongue and lick, but that's not enough for him. He pushes his fingers between my lips, and the musky, salty-sweet flavor hits.
"So fucking good." Boone draws his fingers from my mouth and sucks them off, and I don't know if I've ever seen anything so dirty yet insanely hot in my entire life. "You like it."
I'm on the verge of telling him I want to know how he tastes when his fingers thrust into me again, this time curving forward to hit my G-spot with each pass. I buck my hips, wanting what's already building.
"That's a good girl. Fuck those fingers. Take them just like you're going to take my cock." Boone palms my hip and squeezes, helping me lift and lower until a silent cry leaves my lips.
Holy hell. The orgasm slams through me harder than ever before, and when my brain starts firing again, I have to wonder if it's the dirty talk that made it even more intense. I've never had someone speak to me like that, and it turned me on more than I ever thought possible.
Apparently, Boone has a silver tongue in more than one respect.
I hold in a giggle as he moves his hand once more, drawing out the remains of the hard-and-fast climax until I finally still. When my breathing loses its ragged edge, his eyes drill into mine.
"Do you trust me?"
That's a hell of a question to ask, and one that threatens to pull me out of this delicious haze. I could analyze it, but I don't want to. For once, I go with my gut, which says there's only one possible answer to that question anyway.
"Yes."
"Good. I'm gonna make you come harder than you ever have before."
I'm about to tell him he's just done that, but Boone grips me by the hips and flips me over before my lips part.
Boone's hand slides between my legs, cupping my pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you hard, the way I've been dying to." With my slickness on his fingers once again, he brings them up to circle the previously untouched territory. "And I'm gonna fill this tight little virgin asshole with my finger."
Is it possible to spontaneously orgasm from just words? I don't know, but I think I just did.
I fist the comforter on the bed, burying my face in it to quiet my moans.
"Let those out. I want to hear 'em. I want to hear every fucking sound you make while I stretch you out to take my cock. Your ass is mine, sugar."
Oh. My. God.
Boone's touch disappears, and the next thing I hear is the sound of him rustling around in the nightstand. When he comes back, a cold drizzle of liquid hits the spot in question.
"Just a little lube."
Before my brain has the chance to form any questions, Boone lifts my hips and strums my clit for a beat before driving inside my pussy, filling me with a single thrust.