Rush(59)

Kneeling up, his erection bobbing, he kissed a path from her breasts to her belly. She flinched and moaned when his tongue delved into her navel. He played there a moment, enjoying her restless movements as her desire rose.

He kissed his way to her pelvis and then over to one hip where he lavished her skin with sweet, gentle kisses. He ran his tongue down her leg, to the inside of her thigh and precariously close to her pussy. But he stopped before he reached her most intimate flesh.

Her sigh of frustration made him smile.

He sank his teeth lightly into the inside of her thigh and then followed it up with a soothing swipe of his tongue before venturing lower, grazing his teeth down the inside of her leg, past her knee and lower still to her ankle.

Her toes were tiny, painted pink, a delightful shade that complemented her well. He sucked her big toe into his mouth and suckled at it as he’d done her nipples. Then he treated each toe to the same, working his way across her foot.

“God but you make even the simplest things unbelievably hot,” she choked out. “I’ve never had my toes sucked. I would have said gross, but your mouth is pure sin.”

He gazed at her over her raised foot. “Gross?”

“Forget I ever said anything. Carry on.”

He laughed and then lowered her leg and began all over again at her other hip, licking and kissing a path to those tiny, delectable toes. He sucked each and every one into his mouth, licking the pad and then sucking more strongly.

He loved that she was unapologetically feminine, and yet she had a strong personality and she didn’t take shit lying down. She was going to be a challenge. A welcome challenge, and a change from the women he was accustomed to. She may very well keep him on his toes over the coming weeks.

He wanted to spoil and pamper her shamelessly. Let her indulge in all the girlie delights she wanted. He wanted to see her smile—be the one who made her smile. He wanted that shine in her eyes to come from him. If that made him a selfish, egotistical, self-serving bastard, he could live with that.

He took hold of both feet and pushed forward, doubling her legs and then spreading them as he knelt between her thighs. She was splayed wide open to him, the soft, pink flesh of her pussy glistening in the low light.

Resting one foot against his shoulder, he reached and trailed a finger down the seam of her pussy and then slid it inside, feeling the snug tissues hug him. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted inside her so badly he was about to come.

He leaned down and licked from her entrance to her clit in one rough swipe that had her bowing off the bed. Her cry escaped. His name. An urgent demand for satisfaction. He could sense that she was at the end of her patience, and that was fine with him because he couldn’t hold off another second.

Moving in closer, he grasped his erection and fitted it to the mouth of her pussy. For a moment he toyed, sliding it in and out the barest inch until she growled at him in frustration.

A smile curving his lips, he eased forward, inch by inch, enjoying the thrill of her enveloping him and pulling him deeper.

“You’re such a damn tease,” she said crossly. “God, Gabe. Fuck me already!”

He let her legs fall and then leaned over her, angling himself so he could thrust deeper. He kissed her, still smiling. “So demanding,” he mocked.

She reached up, grasped his head and yanked him down into a forceful, demanding kiss that firmly proved his point.

He plunged through her wetness, sliding past swollen, tight tissues until his hips met hers.

“Fuck me, what you do to me,” Gabe said in a tortured whisper.

She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles at his ass. She lifted herself upward, wanting more. Hell, he wanted more. It would never be enough.

Planting his hands on either side of her head, he began to pump in and out. He pushed and undulated deep, holding himself there at the deepest possible point before sliding back out, retreating, only to advance again in an erotic, tantalizing rhythm.

“Tell me what you need,” he managed to grit out. “How close are you, Mia? What do you need?”

“You,” she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. “Just you.”

He didn’t have to tell her to give him her eyes. Her gaze was solidly fixed on him, sweet and understanding, the glow of arousal warm in her depths.

He sped up his thrusts, plunging, rocking against her. She fluttered and convulsed around him. He felt the start of her orgasm as she rippled along the length of his cock and then squeezed him so tight that it initiated his own.

It was like being turned inside out. The rush was nothing he’d ever experienced before. The ultimate adrenaline surge.

The first jet of semen erupted from his body, painful and so intensely pleasurable that he lost sense of everything but his dick diving into her over and over. She was limp on the bed, her eyes on him when she came—as her chest rose and fell in rapid succession. Even when the last of his release had left his body, he still fucked her, not wanting that feeling to go away.