I love the show she’s putting on—fuck, do I love it—but I won’t wait any longer. I grab her waist and pull her onto the bed beside me. She laughs, but it’s a breathless sound that’s almost a gasp. It makes me crazy. I push her flat against the sheets, trapping her wrists over her head, and lean over her.
For a long moment, I just watch her watching me, her pupils going wide with want, a faint sheen of sweat from the dance glistening on her bare tits. Releasing her wrists, I wrap my hands around each breast, plumping them together.
“I want to devour you.”
She shivers, her face torn between nervousness and excitement. Oh, Skye. I’m going to make you scream so hard.
I bury my nose between her tits, tasting her, and she’s every bit as delicious as she looks. Hell, she’s fucking perfection. Her skin is smooth and hot, and she smells so amazing, without any perfume or any of that shit on. It’s just her, like almonds or vanilla, something that makes me want to hold true to my promise and swallow her whole.
“How do you like it, Skye? Do you like it rough?” I work her tits with both hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they stand at attention, rock-hard with want.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please … yes.”
A hungry grin splits my face. “Good.” I bend to suck just below her breast, letting my teeth drag over her skin, but not biting. Not yet. I circle my tongue over her creamy flesh, glorying in every inch of her perfection, making sure I leave a mark every inch of the way, until her pale skin is red hot between my lips.
“Right there,” she moans as I tug her nipple into my mouth. I work my tongue along the tip, closing my teeth around her, and draw her in slowly, deeper and deeper until she gasps again. “Oh god, right there.” She squirms, her heart pounding so hard I can feel it against my chin, and I grin with her nipple still in my mouth.
“Shit,” she hisses when I release her, letting the blood flow back into her sensitive chest, the red marks already darkening to purple. But I’m moving on, my hands pressing into her hips before roaming back to her nipped-in waist to grab her and drag her toward the edge of the bed. I kneel between her spread-eagle thighs and trace my tongue along the curve of her stomach. I dart it into her belly button, circle it, then follow the line of her hips down to her cunt.
When I finally rip off her panties, I note with a grin that she’s trim, but not completely bare. Just the way I like.
God, this woman.
“You’re hot as hell. Do you know that, Skye?” I press my palm flat along her stomach. “You. Are. Incredible.” My other hand wraps around her thigh to slide beneath her and grip her ass, sandwiching her between my hands.
She wriggles her hips, and the faint flush that touches her cheeks as she gazes down at me sends a pulse of blood straight into my cock. I want to do everything to her at once—fuck her, lick her, watch her suck me off.
I smirk and
bite the inside of her thigh.
First things first, though.
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Skye
The second he sinks his teeth into my thigh, I swear I’m about to explode.
“Stone,” I hiss between breaths, bucking my hips as he nibbles the soft, sensitive flesh right at the inner top of my leg. He’s inches from my soaking wet pussy and all it will take is just a slight shift. I shiver again, torn between nervousness—how far is he going to take this?—and exhilaration. I want to surrender to him, completely. I want him to use me, fuck me, take me however he wants, again and again, until I can’t take anymore.
I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never been kissed, touched, tasted like this. I’ve never felt so utterly powerless, or so thrilled at being out of control.
I arch my back in surprise when he delves into my cleft, his sharp stubble scratching my legs as he turns to dig into me. He runs his tongue all the way along my sex, like he’s trying to suck up every drop of my essence. Both of his hands are beneath me now, gripping my ass so hard I can almost feel the blood pooling, bruises forming. I fucking love it. I want him all over me, his mark everywhere.
I want him to claim me.
He stops right before my clit, circling his tongue around my mound. “This pussy is perfect, Skye.” He kisses my opening, then drags his teeth over me, earning a sharp cry of pleasure. “So fucking delicious.”
“You’re good at this,” I rasp between flicks of his tongue, fighting the urge to jump when he noses my clit in response.
“You make it easy.” His eyes flash to mine. “I worship you, Skye.”
Something in his voice, dark and low, as he says that sends jolts through my nerve endings. You hardly know me, I think, except, maybe he does—at least in his own way. He certainly knows how to turn me on. And no one has ever looked at me the way he is now, like I’m irreplaceable, a precious jewel that he’s finally got his hands on.
My cheeks flush bright red, and as much as I’d like to blame the heat of his bedroom for it, I know it’s something else.
I feel something for this man. Beyond pleasure, beyond desire. After only a few hours together, somehow, my heart is already starting to get involved.