Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(39)

He leans down, I feel the bite of his teeth on the back of my shoulder, and I know that I’m all his.

“Shit,” I gasp, my breathing growing faster. It feel so good like this, so amazing, and his fingers working my clit so well, it’s just too much.

I can feel that pressure inside me again, the climb upward toward the crest. His fingers are like magic, and the sting from how he pulls my hair is so hot, mixes in with all of it.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp at him, as I hear his breathing quicken behind me.

“You feel so good, Dee,” he groans. “God, I love your tight pussy.”

“Don’t stop!” I cry again, my body pinching inward, the world draining away. “Like that, like that!”

I’m right there, right at the edge, already feel all my muscles crunching, my toes curling, this ball of pleasure inside me about to—

“Shit, shit, shit, oooohhh,” I cry, pushed off the edge, for a moment in between two worlds.

Then ecstasy comes crashing down onto me, so intense it stops me breathing, and I squeeze around him, quake in bliss, and he drives me through it, keeps it going, and I buck back against him to each of his thrusts as I fly so high.

I’m somewhere wonderful, somewhere perfect.

“Come for me,” I groan at him, the only words I can get out.

His thrusts get faster, I feel him get harder, feel him tense up. It’s even more crazy, makes me feel even better, and then I hear him groan behind me, and feel his cock flex inside me again and again.

He lets out a long sound of pleasure, bottoms out one last time inside me, and I know he’s emptied himself.

He lets go of my hair, lowers himself onto me, kisses my back while I pant, while my own pleasure ebbs away, leaving me tingling and satisfied.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, lying my face down flat against the mattress. He’s still inside me, still so big, and every time I feel his cock twitch I jump at the sensation.

He begins to retreat, and pull himself out of me, and I gasp, rolling over, looking up at him. He positions himself above me, leans down and kisses me.

I hold onto him, clamp my legs around him, bring his body down to mine. I get the covers, pull them up over us, and I keep kissing him, our tongues keep dancing, and I can’t get enough.

And then we lie together, under the covers, and I’m grinning at him, thinking about all the horror stories I’d ever read about first times, and thinking how this was nothing like that.

I lie with Duncan in bed, in his arms, feeling his warmth beneath the covers. He’s playing with my hair, stroking it, smelling it.

I feel worshipped.

His fingers trace buzzing lines up and down my body, still exploring me, as though he wants to commit the curves of my body to memory, so he can never forget me.

We meet eyes, and he smirks at me, and I smile back, push my face into his neck, smell his smell, feel his heat.

His insatiable fingers roam over my breasts, dip in between them, before sidling down my body. I feel them thread through my pubic hair, and then two fingers slip down each side of my sex, and he squeezes them together.

I’m not so sensitive anymore, and so I let him touch me, let him touch me while he kisses me. His body is hard, tight against mine, and I feel like I’m in a safe place.

His fingers move to my pearl, and there he finds my stub still hard, and he begins to rub me. At first, it’s almost itchy, awkward because I’m still a little sensitive, but he rubs me slowly, so slowly, teases me, and I feel those threads of anticipation again worm through me.

I lie flat, open my legs for him, look up at him and beg him with my eyes to kiss me on the lips again. And he does, claims my lips as his, and he kisses me and rubs me until my body is hard and tight, until I’m right at the edge again.

And then he pushes me off, and I jolt and shudder at my orgasm, tense up and grit my teeth, and then I suck on his lower lip, bite it while I come, and then I’m coming down again, exhausted, utterly exhausted.

I hum into his mouth, grin, feel the wet press of his tongue on my lips.

Without speaking about it, I know he’s going to stay with me tonight. We get out of bed together, and I watch as he pulls off his condom, full of his essence. He drops it into the waste paper basket in my room, and together we go out into the hallway, naked, shivering at the cool air, rushing and laughing, the thrill of being caught breathing a kind of excited, playful energy into us.

He slaps my bum as we go to the bathroom, pinches me, stops me and gathers me up, presses me against him.

We brush our teeth together, take turns peeing, and then we go to back the room together. But even as I lay in his arms, his huge, warm arms, his breathing slow and steady on the back of my neck, his nose pressed against my head, his thigh over my legs like he thinks I belong to him, I can’t fall asleep.