“Come to the edge of the bed,” he urged her, his hands at her hips to help her scoot forward until her hips were braced on the side of the bed.
Slowly he opened her thighs, spreading them wide as Eve fought to breathe through the anticipation.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispered, his finger easing through the bare folds again, sliding heatedly through the gathering juices.
“Brogan, please don’t torture me,” she whispered, her fingers clenching in the blanket above her head. “I’ve waited too long.”
She’d waited so long for him.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he promised, his lips pressing to her thigh as she jerked in reaction. “Just let it have you, Eve. Let me have you. Let me give you all the pleasure you’ve waited for.”
All the pleasure she’d waited for?
Could she bear it?
No.
She couldn’t.
The first heated kiss to the swollen bud of her clit had her crying out as his head lifted. Her hips jerked, lifting to him as the first warning pulse of her orgasm began rippling through her.
“No. Damn you, Brogan, don’t stop.” The breathless demand came out as a desperate cry.
Gripping her hips, he controlled her movements easily as she tried to press closer to his mouth once again.
Easing his tongue through the swollen folds, he licked at her flesh, tasting the slick, wet heat spilling from her. Heated kisses along the bare folds stole her breath. As he lifted her feet to the narrow edge of the platform to open her more fully to him, her breath caught.
His tongue glided through the narrow slit, licking and probing as he moved lower. The rasp of his licking strokes moving over the sensitive flesh had her hips lifting to him. The needs assailing her were so unfamiliar they were impossible to anticipate. She couldn’t hold back. Second by second she could feel more and more of herself becoming lost to this man.
Gasping, fighting to breathe through the building sensations, Eve couldn’t help the cries falling from her lips. She couldn’t hold back the burning, building pleasure of her cries.
Her pussy contracted in spasming waves as his tongue flicked around the clenched, weeping entrance of her sex. Quick, heated licks of his tongue lapped at the juices falling from her.
She screamed.
Brogan’s tongue plunged inside her pussy, suddenly fucking into the delicate tissue, rasping around it as the sensitive flesh and clenched muscles clamped down in an effort to keep him inside her. The fierce impalement, the heated internal licks and sure stimulation of her nerve endings sent her hurtling through an explosion that completely devastated her senses.
Ecstasy tore through her. Her hips lifted, her hands jerking from above her head to bury themselves in his hair, clutching the strands, holding on tight, holding him to her. Eve’s release swept through her.
His tongue pumped inside her, even through the brilliant explosions tearing her apart. Her pussy clenched and rippled, clamped down as heat surged from the depths of her cunt. Ecstasy sent her juices spilling to his tongue, explosions radiating through her as she cried out his name.
Shuddering, fighting to breathe, Eve sobbed beneath the overwhelming release, barely aware of Brogan moving, his hands forcing her fingers from his hair as she shuddered again.
She couldn’t imagine a greater pleasure, a more sweeping release. She didn’t believe she could survive it—until she became aware of the fiery, stretching invasion of her sex.
Her eyes opened, her gaze centering between her thighs. There, the head of his cock buried inside her as the slick folds of her flesh embraced the wide shaft.
“So fucking tight. Like a living vise clamped around my dick,” Brogan growled as her gaze jerked up to his.
His eyes were a cloudy gray now, his face savagely hewn and pulled into lines of agonizing pleasure. Perspiration dotted his forehead, but a bead slid slowly down his neck. The muscles of his chest tightened, the exertion of holding
back reflected plainly on his face.
Her gaze fell to her thighs again. Eve watched as he eased back, dragging the engorged crest from the spasming entrance of her pussy.
Throbbing, slick from her juices, the dark crest gleamed beneath the candlelight for a second, until he was pressing into her again, entering the flexing entrance and working into the snug muscles.
Eve’s breath caught, the fiery heat blooming in the delicate tissue he slowly forced to part, stretching them until she was certain she could take no more. Until he pulled back and pressed inside again, stretching her further.