I climbed on top of her, sliding toward her breasts. I stroked one nipple, massaging it with my thumb.
“Oh God,” she mewed.
Her voice kindled a jerk from my cock. It beaded with dew. Her eyes settled on my crown with heady lust. She swirled her tongue over her lips.
“Why can’t you say what you want?” I pushed her. I wanted those dirty words on her lips as much as I wanted her lips on my cock. “Tell me to fuck you, Sapphire,” I teased.
Her eyes fired sparks of cobalt and navy. She was holding back. Was she trying to prove the girl I met no longer existed? Was she someone new now? A student without an ounce of sexual desire. I didn’t fucking buy it for a second.
I leaned back, yanking her panties in my fist. She yelped. My fingers squeezed her nipple roughly. She hissed as my cock pressed to her lips.
“You can have all of it. Fucked everywhere. You know how I make you come. How I make you scream.”
She inhaled sharply.
“You have to ask the king for what you want, baby.”
I slid along her body, lying against her, grabbing her hair at the base of her neck. She gasped.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then talk,” I demanded, drawing her lips to mine.
I could feel her breath rapid and frantic. Her eyes darted back and forth. There was no fear. Only carnal desire dripping from her gaze.
I had her.
20
Molly
“Oh God,” I whispered. His lips were like lava, burning and searing my mouth with promises I couldn’t refuse. He taunted me. Tempted me. Left my body open like a live wire bouncing with no way to be grounded, except by him.
He could soothe me. Satisfy me.
If only I’d say the words.
Somewhere in this mind of mine, I was Sapphire. The reckless girl who gave into her sex kitten side did exist. Only, I didn’t know it until I met Damon. I never pictured myself that way before. Never considered submission to be something I’d love or even crave. Never knew asking for what I wanted could be as much of a turn on as a touch. That dirty words could take me to a far off place where I dwelled in waves of lust.
I liked that place. And with Damon’s naked body hovering over mine, he reminded me how amazing that dirty place was. But I had to be willing to take the leap. I had to travel there on my own, or I was going to lose my ticket. The king had the power to revoke my passport to this new land of sex my body had just discovered.
He wasn’t patient enough for me to sort out a list of pros and cons. That wasn’t how impulsive desire worked.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please.”
His eyes darkened. “More, Molly.”
I met his demand. “With your mouth. I want your tongue in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
The words did something to him.
He sank to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I heard the cotton rip between my legs as he yanked the lace out of the way. He threw my legs against his shoulders, sending my knees wide.
“Oh shit,” I gasped jerking off the bed.
His tongue surged inside my entrance as he splayed his hands over my stomach. He thrust again, swirling around my clit before fucking me with another stroke of fire.
His eyes lifted to mine as he licked my juices like a hungry tiger. His thumb traveled further south, massaging my clit. That’s when I lost it.
I grabbed his hair, arching my back as I fell on the bed in a kind of explosive rapture that awed me as I took off on the wings of the orgasm.
My reaction only fueled Damon as he grew hungrier. His thrusts deepening, spreading my legs.
“Oh, oh. I can’t.” I shook my head. “I’m going to come.”
“So. Fucking. Hot.” He kissed my stomach as his fingers replaced his tongue. I clenched at them as he pumped in and out of my entrance.
I tumbled and fell. The orgasm crashed into me. My body vibrated with the sensations.
I felt his teeth nip at my breast before sucking it in his mouth. He plucked my nipple sending an electric shock straight to my core.
“Oh God.” I clawed at his back as the last wave hit me.
He grinned. “God, I want to fuck you.”
I nodded eagerly. I wanted more. I needed more. More heat. More fullness. More Damon.
He leaned for the drawer. I panted, my release soothing me as he rolled the condom over his cock.
He stepped back to the floor, dragging my ass to the edge of the bed. I looked in his eyes as my feet rose to his shoulders. He looked like a god from this position. Sculpted like a magnificent statue. He pressed his shaft to my entrance but before I could adjust to how thick and wide he was, he slammed into me.
I wrestled with the covers, but he locked his hands against my ankles, planting them on his shoulders. He thrust again. The angle was intense. I yelped as he drove deeper inside me.