I arch my back, pushing deeper into his embrace.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” he growls, and switches breasts, tasting and biting the other nipple almost painfully, but I can’t get enough.
My hips tilt, pressing my core against his stomach as he continues his journey south. His hands slide from my sides down to my hips, and that amazing, talented mouth of his nibbles its way down my stomach, over my navel, and lower still to the bare, sensitive flesh below.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” His hand glides over my flat stomach and his eyes watch the movement. I push my hands through his hair gently, needing to touch him, to be connected to him.
He spreads my legs wide as he shimmies farther down the bed and brushes his tongue over my clit, just barely touching it.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim as my hips leave the bed.
“Shh.” He grins and spreads my lips, then lowers his mouth to me again, softly brushing his lips over me, then he sucks my clit into his mouth and pulls in tiny pulses.
“Fuck, Ty.”
“Oh, we will, beautiful. Trust me.” He pushes a finger inside my wetness and groans. “God, you’re so wet.”
“I’m kinda turned on here.”
He pushes my legs up toward my chest and spreads them so he can still see my face. His dark hand against the white flesh of my thigh is a huge turn-on. A second finger joins the first in my pussy, and he begins moving them rhythmically in and out, swirling them and pushing in again. His tongue returns to my clit, and my whole body tightens and heats. Goose bumps spread as I climb higher and explode around him, shamelessly pushing my pussy harder against his mouth as I have the most intense orgasm of my life.
I can feel his lips and tongue move up my body, and he reaches for a foil packet that I didn’t even see him throw on the bed earlier.
Once he has the condom in place, he leans on his elbows above me, his hands buried in my hair, and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on him, and it makes me crazy with want for this sexy, kind, funny man. My hands can’t stop roaming over him, feeling him. I rake my fingernails lightly over his shoulders and he groans deeply.
“Ah, sweetness, you feel so good.”
“I’ll feel better when you’re inside me.” I smile breathlessly. He grins and pulls his hips back, nudging my opening with the head of his erection. He slowly slips inside me, his eyes intense and pinned to my own, and when he’s completely buried in me, he rests his forehead against mine. I lift my legs up around his hips, opening myself up further to him, and he moans.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he whispers.
I roll my hips, urging him to move. He curses and begins to rock his hips against me in shallow thrusts.
“I won’t break, Ty.”
He finally begins to move in earnest, sliding most of the way out and slamming back in, and suddenly it’s as though he’s been unleashed and can no longer control himself. His thrusts are urgent and hard. His hand closes around my breast, squeezing and tugging on my nipple as his mouth makes love to mine.
I’m building again, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it, Lo, come again.” He bites my shoulder, and I feel his own muscles tighten under my hands, and I know he’s close, beyond the point of return.
“Come with me,” I reply breathlessly as the orgasm consumes me, sending electricity shuddering through me. He growls and stiffens, his own release shooting through him.
As our bodies calm, he pulls away and discards the condom, but instead of joining me back on the bed, he holds his hand out for me and pulls me from the bed with him.
“Where are we going?” I ask drowsily.
He grins and leads me toward the bathroom. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?” My heart flutters at the primal look in his eyes.
“Not even close.” He lifts me onto the vanity and kisses me like he’s never kissed me before and never will again. “Stay here.” He turns away to start the shower. When the room is filling with steamy, hot air, he lifts me off the vanity and into the shower.
“I’m a dirty girl,” I tell him with a perfectly straight face.
He grins and lathers his hands with my shower gel. “You are that. I’ve read your books.”
“Well, now I know what all the fuss is about,” I reply without thinking, watching his semi-erect dick sway with his movements.
“What do you mean?” He glides his soapy hands over the tops of my shoulders and down my arms.
“I’ve never had an orgasm while having sex before.”
His hands still on my stomach and his eyes whip up to mine. “Repeat that please.”
“I’d rather not, thanks.” I duck my head in embarrassment. Seriously, I have no filter.