Southern Pleasure (Southern Heart 1)

He continues to trace every inch of my body, kissing, biting, and soothing the pain with his tongue. I writhe beneath him, biting my lip to keep from begging for more. He’s made it clear that slow and steady is his game plan.

My cock is hard as steel. I’ve never been this hard in my life, but I ignore it as I kiss just above her pelvic bone. Sliding my lips lower, I settle in between her legs and trace my finger through her folds. She moans, the sound causing my cock to twitch with hunger.

Leaning forward, I slowly taste her. One small stroke of my tongue and that’s all it takes for me to second-guess this ‘let’s go slow’ shit I’ve started the night with. Almost. I fight the urge to give both me and my cock what we want, what we’ve been craving. The wait will be worth it. This is McKinley after all.

I work my tongue and my fingers in tandem. Feeling her body quiver, I know she’s close. I need her there, need to feel her come undone, need to taste it. Only then will I allow myself to be inside of her. I promised her a night we would both never forget.

Her hands tighten in my hair and she pulls, trying to move me. “Evan, I . . . I can’t take any more, please,” she breathes.

I don’t stop, can’t stop. I’m addicted.

“Please,” she says again, only this time she holds my head in place, thrusting her hips. “Don’t . . . stop,” her words spur me on.

She’s close.

Before I even finish the thought, she’s screaming my name, fingers tight in my hair, legs locked around my head. I don’t stop until I feel her relax against the mattress. Satiated.

Rising to my knees, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, all while taking in the sight before me. Her eyes are closed, a small smile graces her lips. Her body is flushed, hair spread out across the pillow. As long as I live, this image of her will always be with me. No matter what happens between us, how long she stays mine, no matter how the future pans out, I will never forget what she looks like in this moment.

Her eyes flutter open. “What are you doing?” she asks.

“Taking in the view,” I tell her. The tint of her cheeks reddens, but this time it’s not from her arousal. She lays an arm over her breasts, trying to cover herself. Tha

t’s not going to work for me. “Don’t.” I lift her hand and place it back on the bed. “You’re stunning. Don’t hide from me. Ever.” Her reply is silence, but doesn’t try to move her hand back either.

I reach for the strip of condoms by the pillow and rip one off, tearing it open with my teeth. Her eyes follow my every move. As I stroke my steel length a few times, her eyes widen and she licks her lips. I stop my movements and take a deep breath. I could unload on her just like this, but I want to be inside her when I do. I make quick work of sliding the condom on and settle on top of her. My elbows rest on the bed on either side of her head as my hands push her hair back from her eyes.

“Make love to me, Evan.” Her voice is soft, but full of conviction. There is no doubt she wants this.

My lips take hers. Softly, I kiss her, tracing my tongue across her lips. She buries her hands in my hair and slides her tongue inside my mouth, deepening this kiss. It’s in that moment that I slide inside.

Tight.

Wet.

Warm.

Life-changing.

I’m buried deep inside her and can’t move. My orgasm is there. I’m right on the edge of bliss, and it’s too soon. Never. It’s never felt this good. I bury my head in her neck and take deep, even breaths. Her fingers trail softly up and down my back.

“Evan?” I can hear the question in her voice. I’m about to lose my shit just from entry. If I could form words, I would tell her she’s ruined sex for me. That from this point forward, it will never be the same.

When I finally feel like I’ve got myself in check, I trail kisses from her neck up to her ear. “McKinley,” I whisper her name; it’s all I’m capable of. Her body shudders beneath me. That’s when I pull out and slowly slide back in. Repeating the process over and over again.

She pulls her legs up and fastens them around my waist. Her hands are digging into my shoulder blades.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I know what she wants, but as soon as I give it to her, this will be over. I never want it to be over. “I won’t last,” I tell her.

Her hands leave my shoulders and find their way to my face. She holds my stare. “We’re married, Evan. This isn’t a one-time thing. We both agreed to this. Until this arrangement is over, I’m yours.”

I kiss her hard as I slam home. “Yes!” she screams as her hips rise to meet mine thrust for thrust.

“I’m close, babe.”

“I’m . . . don’t stop,” she pleads. I sit back on my legs, holding onto her hip with one hand and running my fingers through her folds with the other, never losing pace as I bury myself inside of her over and over again.