“Oh, that feels so right . . .” A burning rush spreads through my body when his fingers slide between my legs to caress me. My blood starts boiling, and my folds grow damper.
He murmurs my name in that thickened voice that drives me crazy and lowers his lips to my br**sts, laving the tips. They feel extra sensitive today, shooting ripples of pleasure to my sex. I gasp and bite his earlobe, saying his name. I can’t say it enough. “Remy . . .”
“Go off for me,” he pleads, plunging his longest finger inside me. I thrash and clutch his shoulders as his fingers burrow into my cleft. I’m soaked, my whimpers of pleasure echoing in the room.
“Shh, baby, loosen up for me.” He slides down my body and bends to lick my belly button. He drags his tongue down my navel and then I feel him trailing it lower. I scream when he traces my clitoris. He pulls me open with his thumbs and licks into me. Pleasure rushes through me as my body tightens for release. Then I come.
I gasp as he licks me all up and am still thrashing in residual waves when he goes up to his knees between my legs, takes his c**k in his hand, and feeds it into me. I see his muscles clench, his body working as he pushes himself deep. I moan when he presses my cl*t down with his thumb and f**ks me even deeper with his big, thick cock.
Thrashing as a sound of pleasure escapes me, I tilt my h*ps up for more. He mutters my name and leans over to brush kisses along my face, cooing down at me, “You’re so f**king tight, baby. . . . You drive me so crazy.”
When he’s buried in me, we stop.
I hear our breaths, my own rapid heartbeat, in this stillness.
The urgency is there, pulsing and shimmering in our bodies. But he’s in me. I have him. I f**king grip him and don’t want to let go.
He doesn’t want to come out of me—he’s in me. Hard and pulsing. Completely possessing me.
We start kissing as he sinks a little farther in, his mouth primal and raw, loving but deliciously rough. I feel that familiar stretch of him inside me and bite his neck, whimpering as I adjust. He stays in place, waiting for me to start moving.
I wait, though, and pant, my eyes close as I relish him, wide and long and alive, inside me. I love his ni**les, his skin, him. I rub the tips of my fingers over the dark points. I hear him exhale in pleasure as I raise my head to suck one softly. I love his rumble. He takes my head in his palm and tips it back, kissing me lovingly. I tear free and run my tongue over his other nipple. “Remy . . . I can’t wait. . . .”
He growls and starts moving, whispering as he nuzzles the top of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair. Tight . . . beautiful . . . my Brooke Dumas . . .
His words caress me.
Nobody ever taught him how to love.
He does it instinctively.
Pulling me closer, he suckles, nips, bites, and licks me, drawing out the pleasure until my eyes burn. My body clutches him. I can’t breathe, and all I hear in the room are our combined sexy sounds—and the ones he makes drive me half-crazy.
He thrusts, slamming hard. He’s wound me up by now, and I scream. He fists his fingers in my hair, kissing me as our h*ps pump fast and violently, with hardly any rhythm now.
I come a second time, and he penetrates completely and holds me tight as he goes utterly still. I feel his warmth and a hot growl followed by a kiss in my ear as he comes in me. Then we ease in relaxation, our breaths calming.
He grabs me and pulls me to his chest as he rolls, our bodies slick with sweat. He wants me naked, and I want him to hold me naked. He eases out as I start relaxing, then he tests my entry and pushes his se**n back in, surprising me.
Our instincts suddenly take over. My h*ps rock to his fingers. The warmth of his breath bathes my throat as he presses his mouth to my skin. I can hear us, the noises we make—my whimpers and his growls of male satisfaction of pleasuring his mate. A bubbling sound tears out of me as I begin shuddering.
He’s not touching my clitoris. It is not receiving any stimulus, but the way he pets my body with his hand, shoves his se**n back into my body like he never wants to leave, and licks my skin with slow drags of his tongue, makes my sex grip around him and my ni**les bead so that even the air is a stroke that he means to give to me. When he bites the back of my neck, I buck and cry out, “Oh god!”
He pushes me down on the mattress on my stomach and keeps gently biting my neck, marking me as he f**ks me doggy style.
By the time we sag onto the bed, it’s a task for me to summon my energy to move. I’m a boneless heap beneath him, still trying to make my lungs work.