Summon Toren(43)

She whimpered in his mouth and Toren pushed her down on the bed and held her entire neck and jaw in one hand, working her lips apart more, tasting deeper. He finally picked the lock to that buried hunger inside her and her fingers gripped his shoulders as he slid his tongue all over hers. “You want me too.”

“Oh God, yes, yes.”

The hot gasp set his angelic bones on fire. His mouth left hers and settled on her neck, sucking and licking at her pulse. “I wonder what you will sound like when I lick your essence.” Toren couldn’t wait any longer to find out. He worked his lips down her body and lifted her by her waist when he reached her naval. “I adore your taste.” He swirled his tongue in the tight depression before easily removing those blue jeans.

“This…” He skimmed his fingers over the white cotton panties. “…imprisons my every waking thought.” He hooked his fingers in her panties and worked them over her perfect hips, letting his gaze meet hers.

Worry mixed with desire in her clear blue eyes and Toren shook his head slowly. “Don’t be afraid of me.” He latched onto her knees with his hands and opened her. “Don’t fight it. I only want to hear you make those sounds.”

She gasped. “What sounds?”

He looked between her legs and his fingers dug into her muscle at seeing her again. “You’re beautiful.” He slid his finger along the slit, agony filling him. “You removed the hair for me.” His gaze slid up to hers. “Because you knew I wanted to taste you here.” With his eyes locked on hers, he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside her. “You wanted me to like it.”

She couldn’t speak with words. But she didn’t need to. Her body did it for her in the most delicious way. A soft moan and her legs opening more. Inviting him.

Toren slowly closed his eyes. “That sound. That’s what I need to hear.” He pushed his finger into her slowly, his breaths reverberating with his mercury powers when she opened even wider and lifted her sweet hips for it.

He laid between her legs and kissed her inner thighs, sliding his lips and face all over them. He watched her perfectly dainty breasts that he adored, rising and falling with her own passion. For him.

“Look at me Samantha.” When her gaze met his, he leaned and placed his first kiss on her pretty sex. He watched her face as he continued kissing with soft, sensual, nibbling kisses. “You smell divine.” He kept his eyes on hers and licked her slit from bottom to top, pushing between the folds and swirling his tongue on that hard little bud.

His body jolted when her mouth flew open in astonishment with more of those earth moving sounds.

He carefully worked that little bud, watching her every move, learning her perfectly in less than a minute. He soon had just the right pressure, speed, motion, and she rewarded him with the sounds he craved. When she began squirming beneath his hands and lips, he added those movements to his eternal needs, along with her sounds, scent and taste. All things he simply could not exist without.

Another minute of experimenting and things changed. Her moans and whimpers turned aggressive. Not a begging for mercy sound, but a do it now, right now sound. Toren realized it was the combination of his tongue and finger inside her. He’d found her core and was stroking it softly. Before long, she was beside herself, flicking her perfect hips harder and faster. Toren growled right on her as she scratched his scalp and dug her feet into his back, pressing herself harder to his lips. Merciful Father in heaven.

Toren gripped her firm butt as he guided her to that edge he knew was coming. The climax. The orgasm. God, yes, it was wonderful, he loved watching hers, commanding it, bringing it, what a privilege.

She began to repeat his name in high pitched moans. Then she cried out those words that would haunt him for all eternity. “I’m coming, God, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Holy Father. Toren’s cock threatened to explode as she bucked under his mouth. He pressed his hands harder into her butt, letting her orgasm pass into his palms, fingers, tongue and lips. Toren let the agony fill him, an intense storm of pleasure raining through her clear to a molecular level. Utterly traumatic.

Toren slowed his motions, kissing her with extreme softness on her swollen moist folds as she whimpered in the aftermath.

It wasn’t consummation. And they hadn’t said he couldn’t make her feel good until that.

The idea that he had such a thing to entertain himself with until the consummation filled him to bursting with unspeakable joy and rapture.

He could handle that.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN



Oh. My. God.

Sam was afraid to open her eyes and find that it was all real and not a bad dream. Wait. Why was she afraid to find it real? Oh right. Because the man was gorgeous and gorgeous men didn’t want to do what he just did much less do them. And there was no pretending she hadn’t practically begged for it.