The tips of my breasts throb as he tweaks them between his thumb and forefinger. My blood is like a scalding fire in my veins.
His lips continue torturing me, relentless, hot, wet, covering my skin, tasting, nipping, teeth grazing. A haze of pleasure envelops me, every feeling in me exponential. He presses his lips against my clit, then takes it between them and gently suckles as he fills me with two fingers.
I can sense the way he needs this. The way he needs me. He nearly lost me. He nearly lost me twice—and forever. His eyes have been haunted, as if he’s sometimes taken to that moment when he must’ve found me. Unconscious and almost gone to him.
I don’t know if this has been harder for him, or for me, but I never want us to go through something like that again. And by the determination I see in his face when he looks at me, neither does he.
“Jesus, you ready, baby?” He stands and unzips his pants, and I watch his cock spring free. Pulsing and pink, ready for me. Eager for me.
No condom tonight. Every inch of him will be inside me.
Quivering, I sit up on the bed, my voice unsteady. “Don’t make me wait this time, Greyson. I really crave and need—”
He presses a finger to quiet me, and I’m so starved, I suck it into my mouth.
Eyes smoldering, he watches me run my tongue up the length of his finger. “Hungry? Suck then,” he thickly commands.
“Make me,” I breathe.
He pushes his finger inside; making me. “That’s right,” he cooes with a soft smile, rubbing my tongue with his finger. “Your pleasure and need is mine to use and stir and mix until you’re a fucking beautiful mess. My wet mess.”
I’m hot enough to burst into cinders as I suck and I bite and nibble, tasting his delicious skin. As he slowly retrieves his lips, he lowers his head, the copper streaks in his hair shining in the lights as he comes closer.
Then my lips are under his, my mouth is his, my breath is his as I tilt my head back and melt into the fiercest, most delicious kiss I’ve ever had. Teeth nipping, biting, and then . . . our tongues.
His chest is warm, hard velvet under my fingers. Ripples of pleasure flow through me as his hands rub their way down to my bottom. My mouth throbs from his bites and I bite back, giving as hard as I take.
He spreads me out on the soft mattress beneath me, then he reaches between us and rubs his thumb over my sex. Moaning deep in my throat, I can hardly stand it as he slides down my body and kisses my * lips, lifting his head to look at me for a wild, frenzied heartbeat, his eyes shining like gemstones, then he bends down again and kisses my * some more.
“Stop me if anything hurts.”
“My * hurts,” I groan, locking his face between my thighs as I writhe from the intense pleasure. “My * hurts for you.”
“That’s all right, gorgeous, I’ve got just what you need.” He pushes his long finger inside me. I clench and almost can’t keep from coming.
He notices how close I am, my hands grabbing a fistful of sheets, and he surges forward and kisses me on the mouth, tasting of me. “Your smell, when you’re hot for me, intoxicates me. And you’re always hot for me, aren’t you?”
I can hear the heat in his words, his voice carrying a unique, but gentle force. “Yes,” I pant.
His deliciously hot kisses are driving me insane. Love, lust, need courses through me as he brushes his lips over my eyelids. “I want these lively green eyes, Melanie. I need these on me right now . . . when I’m in you. Just you and me.”
He’s on top of me, bare skin to bare skin, with only the necklace like some mark of his resting between my breasts. He smiles; he likes it. He watches me as he cups my nipples in his hands and I tease his nipples with my hands, one pierced, the other bare. Both of mine pucker for him. He groans when he looks at them and takes one in his mouth like something precious. He sucks so hard, my sex clenches around his finger.
I moan and rub my hands over his skin. “Ohhh.” I reach out to stroke his erection; he’s leaking and hard as rock for me. “Oh, god, here you are,” I breathe.
He pulls out his finger and brushes my clit with my own wetness as he licks my chin, my jaw. “Yes?” he rasps. Asking you okay?
“Yes,” I gasp, caressing his cock. I brush my thumb over the drops of semen already on the tip. He’s tense above me and his chest vibrates with a delicious rumble as he turns his head and sets his hot lips on mine. Wet. Our mouths are wet and hungry and our breaths fast and eager. We’re both bare naked and he’s so perfect. His erection long, thick, pink. I hungrily bend over and grab the base and kiss the tip.
“Awww, hell, Melanie,” he rasps as I savor him and carefully suck.
He takes a ragged breath, pulls me up with a gentle fistful of hair, and says, “Come the fuck here and let me put my cock where we both want it most.”
I press my nose to his throat and tremble knowing I’m going to feel him without a condom for the first time. “I want you.” I can barely get the words out, I’m so aroused. “You don’t know how I want you. I want this cock in me. This guy. This man. In me.”