His teeth grazed her nipple and she whimpered. She raised her head and watched as Dorian’s mouth continued a downward track along her body. He created a sexy sight. The muscles in his back rippled as his hands went to her hips. She released his hair and lifted her hips when he tore at the fastenings of her jeans. He made quick work of discarding her pants and panties over his shoulder.
“I love the way you look at me, passion making your eyes heavy-lidded.” Dorian ran a hand down her belly and over her pussy. “Your skin flushes a pretty pink.”
She reclined on her elbows, watching him touch her. Her old sex life consisted mostly of all-the-lights-off experiences. Never had she sat back and watched a man pleasure her. Her cunt throbbed with desire. Moisture rolled from her entrance and he dipped his head, catching the drop on his tongue.
The wet heat of his mouth had her moaning and lifting her hips, wanting more contact.
“Your taste drives me crazy, Jesenia. I could lick you all day.”
The thought had her whimpering. His lips and tongue worked magic on her pussy. If he were to do it all day, she’d surely die from the pleasure. He sucked her clit into his mouth and batted it with his tongue. She squirmed, breaths increasing as wonderful sensations danced through her core.
“Feels so good.”
He moaned against her and the vibration increased the tingling of her clit. Dorian’s arms hooked her legs. The backs of her thighs came to rest on his powerful shoulders. His hands cupped her ass, and she cried out as he alternated fucking her with his tongue and applying sweet torture to her clit.
“Dorian! Yes!” Sensual rapture burst through her body, leaving her quaking. Her pussy creamed as her inner walls pulsed. But he didn’t stop. His mouth wrung every last spasm of her orgasm from her.
Dorian kissed the inside of Jesenia’s thigh, trying to gain control of his body. The taste of her cunt on his lips fueled his desire to fuck her hard and fast. He didn’t want to hurt her, but bloody hell, no other woman had ever driven him this insane with want. His body should be sated after their encounter on the beach, but it was as if he hadn’t already had her. Or maybe it was because he had. Her tight, pretty pussy felt so good around his dick. He wanted to feel that again.
He crawled forward, letting her thighs slide down over his shoulders until her knees landed in the crooks of his elbows. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He planted his palms near her head and his cock throbbed as it glided against her wet slit. A moan left his throat. His balls drew up tight. A slight shift of his hips brought the head of his dick next to her entrance. He pushed forward, sinking deep into her cunt. The soft walls gripped him. “Damn, Jesenia. So tight and wet for me.”
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, moaning. “Move.”
“My control is stretched. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not a china doll. Don’t hold back.”
He groaned, lowering his head. His hips pumped, and with each movement he increased speed and force. Her cries of pleasure filled his ears, such sweet sounds of release.
The bite of her nails drove him on until he released a roar as he slammed in and out of her little cunt. Wetness rolled down his sac. The pulsing of her pussy around his cock made him grind his teeth, straining not to come. He wanted this feeling of bliss to last.
“Dorian!”
“Fuck!” He lost the battle. His cock pulsed. Tightness increased in his balls and he growled. Jesenia’s tight quim milked every drop of cum from him. Her legs shook against his biceps and he released his hold on them. Her feet landed on the mattress as he fell to his forearms, trying to keep his weight off her. He didn’t want to withdraw yet—wanted to stay connected to this amazing woman as long as he could.
Something in his chest stirred as he looked down into her dark-brown eyes. Sweat beaded her brow and little wisps of dark hair clung to her forehead. Beautiful. Mine.
The sudden thought had him blinking and pushing up. He couldn’t keep her. His cock slid from her sex and he rolled over onto his back, looking at the ceiling. He couldn’t keep her and that made him mad. Not good.
Jesenia rolled onto her side and propped up on her elbow. “Wow.”
Dorian glanced at her, then focused back on the ceiling. “I agree.”
Chapter Six
“Are you daft, Dorian?”
Dorian growled at his cousin. “Shut up, Seamus. I know what I’m doing.”
Rust-colored brows rose. “You told the girlie about us, man. I don’t know if that was the right way to go about it. I could have distracted her for you so that you could hunt Grady, so why didn’t you tell me she was still going on about wolves in Ireland?”