He trailed his fingers lower, across the opening of her *, then up to circle her clit. She moaned, gripped his forearm, and trembled against him.
He flicked her clit again. “You like it rough and dirty, don’t you, Cynna?” His fingers slid lower, and he pressed one thick digit deep inside her. “The same way I do. Say it.”
“Nick…” She flexed her hips, forcing him deeper.
He pumped into her body and rubbed his thumb over her clit again and again. “Say it, and I’ll give you exactly what you need. No more teasing.”
She groaned, turned her face into his neck. Her hot breath washed over his skin as she pushed her hips forward and back, seeking more friction, making his cock ache and his balls vibrate with his own need for release.
He drew his finger out and pressed back into her tight depths with two, rubbing that special spot he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. “Say it, Cynna.”
“Oh gods.” Her back bowed. She reached one arm up, wrapped it around his neck, and lifted her mouth to his.
Their lips met, their tongues tangled. She was slick and wet and tight around his fingers, hot and wild and wicked in his mouth. Everything he needed. The only thing he wanted.
“Say it, Cynna,” he whispered, easing back from her mouth and thrusting deeper with his fingers. “Say you like all the wanton, sinful things I do.”
“I do,” she whispered, bucking against him. “I like them all.”
Victory flared in his veins. He released her, pushed her forward over the table, and kicked her legs wide again. Her hands slapped against the solid surface, and she gasped in surprise, then moaned and pushed back, searching for him, telling him, oh yeah, she’d love every naughty little thing he wanted to do to her.
He pushed his pants down and pulled her hips back to the edge of the table. Fisting his aching cock, he bent his knees, then rubbed the head all along her steamy center.
She groaned and pressed her forehead against the table.
Reaching for her right hand, he pulled it to the small of her back and pinned it between their bodies. Then he leaned forward, breathed hot against her neck, and nipped at her earlobe. “I’m gonna fuck you. Just like this. So you can’t move. So all you can feel is me, taking you deep, again and again. Do you want that?”
“Yes.” She arched her back, rubbing the heat of her sex against his already straining cock. “Skata, I want it. Take me, Nick.”
He gripped her wrist tight against her lower back, leaned away, and watched as he pushed in slow, feeling her tight sheath stretch around his cock. His body trembled. Sweat gathered along his spine as he fought from shoving in hard and fast. Her guttural moan rang in his ears as he wrapped his free hand around her hip, as he drew out slightly, then pressed in farther, sliding as deep as he could reach.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped as he bottomed out. He held still, letting her adjust to this new depth, to his cock stretching her so wide, all the while loving the way she trembled and wiggled back against him, as if she couldn’t wait for him to move. “Nick.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, dammit.” She turned her head so her cheek pressed into the table, then slapped her free hand against the hard wood. “Fuck me. Hard.”
That dark energy inside leapt with excitement, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore, didn’t want to. He drew almost all the way out, then drove back in, as hard as she’d asked. She cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain, and arched her back, encouraging him to do it again. Dragging his cock along her slick walls, he watched her face as he plunged deep again and again, as lust glazed her eyes, as her * grew hotter and wetter around him. Her moans turned to fevered cries of carnal need that echoed in his ears and pushed his hunger for her even higher.
Letting go of her arm, he grabbed her hips and jerked her body back into his, fucking into her harder and faster, the way he’d wanted since the first moment he’d met her. “Tell me you love this,” he growled. “Tell me you love fucking me as much as I love fucking you.”
“I do.” Her fingers curled against the table. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t think he could. He shoved deep, needing to get farther inside her, needing her to feel him everywhere. She pushed up on her hands and arched her back, taking him in even more. Pleasure raced down his spine. His orgasm was dangerously close. Wrapping his arm around her thigh, he slid his fingers along her steaming wet heat and found her clit, needing to feel her explode before he went over. She groaned as he flicked the taut bundle of nerves again and again. Closed her eyes. Arched even more.