Pierced Hearts (Southern Charmers 1)

He fits himself between my thighs, tips my chin, and brings my mouth to his. Our tongues touch, curling together, rolling in a familiar rhythm. He controls the speed, taking his time and exploring my mouth like we have all the time in the world. I lean into him, inhaling deeply, lost in the scent of him surrounding us and the promise of things to come that I barely feel his arm brush mine.

Freezing cold droplets fall onto my chest, breaking my haze, and I jerk away in surprise. The chocolate mixture drips down, covering my breast. Pierce’s expression goes hot as he leans in, licking the trail and grunting his approval. The air grows thick as he repeats the process with the other side. The warmth of his mouth, combined with the cold of the sauce, is nothing short of exquisite.

Pierce and I had an explosive sex life, neither of us afraid to try new things or explore. Last night proved that our bodies are still in sync, knowing the other’s desires. I couldn’t miss the way he held back, but this morning, that is gone. There’s an edge to him, a sense of dominance combined with the usual way he owns my body.

“Lay back, baby,” he orders, sucking at the tender area behind my earlobe, and easing me down onto my elbows.

I nearly come off the table when he drizzles the mixture from breastbone to navel. He trails the pattern with his lips and tongue, covering every inch of my torso. My body is wound tight. Part of me wants this to last forever, and part of me is greedy for him to give me what I desperately need.

He squeezes my hips, bunching my panties and yanking them down my legs. I expect him to tease his fingers along my sensitive spots. Instead, he takes the bottle and dribbles chocolate everywhere as he raises his eyes to mine. “Last night, I was too fucking gone for you. Deprived of your taste. This morning, I woke up craving what only you can give me.”

He kneels, positions my knees on his shoulders, and holds my gaze as he slips his tongue through my folds.

“Oh my God!” My arms tremble at the shocking sensations shooting through my veins. He holds my legs open, licking, sucking, and lapping the chocolate dripping down.

I can’t tear my eyes away from the erotic show playing out as he worships me. I’m close, so close that carnal need turns my stomach in knots, twisting and constricting until I can’t take it anymore.

With all the strength I can find, I knife up, fist his hair, and buck into his face. Shamelessly, I chase the release. He pulls me close to the edge of the table, delving deeper, swirling inside and fucking me with his tongue until I’m gasping for air.

“Please,” I beg, not recognizing the sultry voice coming from my throat. “Please, Pierce.”

He knows what I need, changing pace and sucking hard. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I scream hoarsely into the room, my orgasm ripping through like a bolt of lightning. He pries my legs apart in time to stand and catch me from tumbling over him. He fumbles between us, and I’m still convulsing when he positions my hips and slides in.

“Take me all the way, baby,” he coaxes.

“Yessssss,” comes out like a purr. Pierce was always large, but I swear he’s grown. His thickness glides in and out until he rams a little harder, filling me. A whimper escapes, setting off a mini-orgasm as my body adjusts to his size.

His soft beard scrapes along my cheek as he grips my ass and increases his speed. I come down from my cloud long enough to remove his shirt and run my hands over the firm muscles of his neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. They ripple under my fingers, and I can’t stop touching him, locking away the feel of his skin on my fingertips, the passion radiating between us. He rocks back and forth, kissing along my jaw.

“God, Darby, sliding into you, surrounded by your heat, sucking me deep; you have no idea what that does to me.”

“Mmm,” I moan, the coiling rebuilding at the base of my spine.

“Leaving you last night was torture. The whole time the system was being installed, all I thought about was this. Knowing it’s only me. I woke up and immediately needed you.”

“Yes,” I whine when he speeds up.

“Let me see your face, beautiful.”

I tilt his way, and my breath catches at the expression on his features. It hasn’t changed in all these years.

Possession, hunger, desire bleeding into my flesh.

“I need you with me.” He pumps harder, hitting my g-spot with each plunge. It takes less than a minute for me to hold on to him, shove my face in his throat, and shatter again. He’s right there with me, flexing tight and emptying with a guttural groan.