“Put your hands behind your head and keep them there until I say otherwise,” he instructed gently. “I’m going to make you come, beautiful.”
He watched as she reluctantly placed her hands behind her head. He smiled and lowered his head between her thighs. “You see? There are benefits to letting go.”
She panted and watched him with ebony eyes spiked by fire as he carefully parted her damp, swollen outer lips. He inhaled slowly, letting her scent fill him. He closed his eyes in order to focus solely on her flavor and ran his tongue over her clit. They groaned in unison. Her taste ignited some kind of powerful chemical reaction in his brain.
He held onto her hips and began to eat her in earnest.
She cried out when he covered her sex with his mouth, applying a firm suction as he pressed and played her clit with his tongue. Her flavor pervaded him, making him crazed…lust-drunk. She writhed beneath him, just as lost in need as he was. He was in the process of stabbing at her erect clit with a stiffened tongue when she keened and twisted her hips, making herself a moving target. Her hands cradled his head at the same moment, pressing him more firmly between her thighs.
He came up on his knees. She gasped at his sudden departure. He hooked his forearms behind her lower thighs and rolled back her hips. His palm cracking against her ass had the effect of a gun going off in the silent room.
“What are you doing?” she squawked.
Alex didn’t answer immediately. He was too busy running his hand over the firm, succulent flesh he’d just warmed with his palm.
It was going to be one hell of a night.
He released her legs after a moment before he once again spread her thighs and lowered his face to her pussy. She tensed in anticipation.
“Did I tell you to remove your hands from behind your head?”
“No,” she whispered, her gaze glued to his face.
He raised his eyebrows in a wry expression. She slowly replaced her hands, but she looked doubtful.
“It’s only because your hands on me make me crazy,” he murmured.
“Oh.”
“Do you want to come now?”
She nodded rapidly, her eyes speaking volumes to him.
He secured her hips with his hands. “Hold still, now. Don’t fight it.”
She nodded once again. Her eyes widened as he parted her labia. He stared at her exposed pink, glistening flower. He slid his tongue between the lips, stroking her clit with a stiffened tongue while she watched. When she began to shudder and cry out in climax, he placed his whole mouth over her outer sex, sucking her juices and stimulating her clit with a thrashing tongue.
He was so wild with lust, he wasn’t even aware of moving, but suddenly he knelt before her, cradling her ass in his hands. He held her up to his mouth and drank from the fleshy bowl of her pussy, ladling her sweet cream as he delved his tongue deep into her slit, his lips continuing to press and stimulate her clit as she shook in climax. Feeling her shudders of pleasure vibrate into his hands while Angeline’s juices ran down his throat sent him into a fever pitch of excitement.
Her convulsions had waned slightly by the time he set her hips back down on the sleeping bag and moved over her. She seemed dazed as he lowered his head to hers, still lost
in her pleasure. Her lips parted as she panted. He delved his tongue between them, ravaging her mouth, sharing her sweet flavor. With one hand, he fisted his cock and arrowed it toward her slit. He swallowed her gasp when he thrust and penetrated her hot, tight clasp.
He lifted his head and grimaced in pleasure.
“Jesus,” he hissed between clenched teeth. He raised himself off her upper body, supporting himself by his arms. The new angle gave him the purchase he required. He thrust again, this time sliding into Angeline to the hilt. He paused, gasping raggedly, with his balls pressed tight to her damp tissues. She took him so well, so completely, and yet her vaginal walls squeezed him like a snug, velvety fist.
A mandate to mate overcame him, mindless and primal in its intensity.
“Alex.” He paused in his preparation to thrust, hearing the note of uncertainty in her tone—the hint of misery. He met her gaze. “A condom. We can’t without a condom.”
His groan of stark irritation scored his throat. He steeled himself and withdrew.
He growled like a beast having its supper yanked away from it when her absence crashed into his awareness. She said nothing as he sprang from the floor.
He wasn’t mad at Angeline for bringing up a condom, he thought as he raced down the hallway to his bedroom. His anger was at himself for forgetting such a normal, routine aspect of having sex. He was angry for having allowed himself to be naked inside Angeline Kastakis’ deepest embrace.
How the hell was he ever going to forget that when his father came to take her from him in a few days time?