Bare Skin (Skin Deep 5)

I untangled my hands from her head and pulled her to her feet before pushing her back onto the bed. “There’s time for that still, baby, but the first time I come with you, it’s going to be while I’m buried deep inside you.”

Her lips parted on a gasp, and she sat up, stripping her shirt off quickly and then reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, sliding it down and off her shoulders before throwing it across the room the same way she had her shirt.

I stood back and watched, my hands itching to touch every inch of her creamy, flawless, ink-covered skin, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Off the way she touched her own body without hesitation, cupping her supple breasts, tweaking her nipples as if she couldn’t bear not to. But I sprang into action when her hands headed south, stopping her before she could shuck her jeans off.

“No,” I growled. “Let me.”

Her hands stilled when I leaned forward and grasped her hips, tugging her to the end of the bed right before I unbuttoned her jeans and jerked them down and off, tossing them over my shoulder. She was left in nothing but a scrap of lace dampened with the evidence of her desire.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, my fingers lightly tracing the edge of her panties, but not moving past the barrier.

Her hips arched, following the path of my hand, but I still didn’t touch her.

“God, Calland,” she moaned. “Touch me. Please.”

So I did. I let my hands rove over her skin, skimming up her stomach, circling her breasts, and running them softly back down her sides before I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, drawing them down over her hips, baring her to my gaze.

And bare she was.

I let out a ragged breath as I dropped to my knees, stripping her panties the rest of the way off and spreading her legs wide. She had the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. Clean-shaven, perfectly pink, and sparkling with wetness that I was dying to taste. So I did.

I held her open with my hands on her thighs, keeping them spread wide as I leaned in and placed an open mouthed kiss at the top of her sex, sucking lightly on her tender flesh before tracing the seam of her slit with the tip of my tongue, groaning as I inhaled her sweet, musky, womanly scent. She sighed, arching into the barely there touch of my mouth, wordlessly entreating me to give her more.

I pushed my tongue deeper, dragging it through her slick folds and up, circling the hardened nub of her clit once, twice, and again before licking back down to her dripping entrance. She whimpered, her hips moving restlessly. My control broke then, and I speared my tongue into her, driving it deep into her honeyed warmth, moaning as the tangy-sweet taste of her flooded my senses. She cried out, bucking against my face as I fucked her with my tongue, plunging and retreating, hard, fast, and frenzied.

Her hands shot to my head, her fingers twisting painfully in my hair as she held on, her grip tightening as she tried to pull me closer, reaching desperately for her release. I moved one hand up just enough that I could use my thumb on her clit, but one touch was all it took. She detonated, coming apart under my mouth and hand, a strangled scream breaking free as she shuddered through her orgasm.

I slowed my thrusts, gentled my tongue, and let her float back down to earth as I lapped up every drop of her release before dropping a final tongue-swirling kiss on her clit, making her arch up into my mouth once more as aftershocks rolled through her.

She finally went limp beneath me, chest heaving with panting breaths. I rose from the floor and carefully slid her up in the bed before coming down over her, loving the feel of her bare skin against mine.

I nuzzled her neck and moved up the line of her jaw with my lips, seeking her kiss. Her mouth sought mine immediately, opening up and tasting herself on my tongue.

“Mmmm…” she moaned helplessly, twining her tongue with mine and sucking on it briefly before pulling away to nip sharply at my bottom lip. “That was…wow,” she said, languid satisfaction coloring her words. But then she moved restlessly beneath me, lifting her legs to curl them around my hips. I felt the head of my cock nestle against her folds, branding me with her silken heat as my hips jerked forward, sliding harder against her.

“Yes, please,” she cried. “Inside, Calland, now.”

I pushed away from her just enough to reach the drawer of my nightstand to grab a condom. I had it opened and rolled on in record time before I notched myself against her again, letting the head of my dick just barely penetrate her entrance.

Her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted on a sigh as I sank a bit deeper, feeling her stretch around me, the tight walls of her pussy clenching, trying to draw me in further. “Jesus, you’re tight,” I groaned, sliding out a bit and sinking in again, working my way inside with short, steady strokes.

Her legs tightened around me as she lifted her hips in a sharp thrust, impaling herself so that my length was fully seated inside her, buried to the hilt. She let out a gasping cry, but didn’t loosen her hold on me. I stilled, afraid I’d hurt her, giving her time to adjust to my size.

“Okay?” I whispered against her lips as I brought my mouth to hers, kissing her gently.

She nodded, gradually relaxing against me. “Just been a while.”

Our mouths met in a leisurely kiss that quickly deepened. As our tongues mated wildly, she arched into me again, rolling her hips beneath me and clutching me even tighter within her tight, hot body. I responded, grinding my pelvis against hers before slipping almost all the way out of her and sinking back in. When she moaned, long and low and deep, I did it again and again, thrusting into her with slow, steady, and deep strokes.

She threw her head back, her hands going to my shoulders, her fingernails biting into my skin as she lost herself to the rhythm, but she still gave as good as she got. She moved with me, meeting every stroke of my hips, urging me on with her hands, her legs, and the sexy sounds escaping her throat.

And it only got better as she met my gaze, teeth bared as she gritted out, “Harder. Faster. Fuck me, Calland!”

I couldn’t have refused if I wanted to. I slammed into her, grunting as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, fucking into her harder, faster, deeper. I reared back, bracing my hands on the mattress as I quickened my pace, pounding into her with reckless abandon until I felt her fluttering around me.

“Let go, Dani. Come for me,” I groaned out, knowing that my own release was not far behind.

She came almost immediately, her pussy closing around me like a velvet fist, contracting in waves that had me jetting into her over and over again as she milked me, wringing every last drop from my cock.

I stayed pressed fully inside her for a minute, trying to catch my breath enough to move before I slipped out of her, dropping a quick, hard kiss on her lips as I stood and went to take care of the condom.

She hadn’t moved when I got back, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, eyes closed, faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. I laid down beside her, gathering her in my arms and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She burrowed into me, her soft, smooth thigh slipping between mine, her arms twining around me, her lips brushing my chest.

I held her like that, my fingertips tracing her spine, memorizing the feel of her against me.

It felt good. No, more than good.

It felt right.

It felt like something I’d never felt before.

And that scared the hell out of me.