He murmured filthy words against my lips, and I felt them everywhere, setting me even more on fire. I ground harder against him. I’d never been this close to an orgasm with someone other than myself before, and I craved the experience. I needed it, more than I needed air.
He paused, his fingers resting against my entrance and his lips hovering over my own, sharing breath. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment I thought he was going to pull away from me.
My forehead creased, confusion warring inside me, wondering what I did wrong. But then he barked out a sharp, “Fuck,” and plunged a thick finger inside me.
I cried out as he rocked his hips into me, slowly easing in a second finger until both were buried to the knuckles. “You’re so tight, Maddie.”
The sensation burned, but only for a moment before it was shadowed by the rapidly rising pleasure he was coaxing out of me. I didn’t know it could be like this with another person. My body felt like it might burst if I didn’t have more of him.
The man still had control of my head, so I reached up, grasping his face with both hands and yanking him to my mouth, practically attacking him in my impatience. He responded enthusiastically, his tongue dancing in my mouth in time with his fingers as he stroked them in and out of me.
We stood there for what could’ve been minutes, hours, days, eating at each other’s mouths as he finger-fucked me. Both of us pressed forward like we wanted to climb into the other’s skin, and even then, we’d still never be close enough.
“You need to get control of yourself, baby,” he said when he finally pulled back. His eyes roved over my face, taking in every minute detail while he continued his relentless torture, leisurely working his fingers all the way out and circling my clit before sinking back in.
I moaned, eyes still closed, clawing at his chest. “Why?”
He tightened his grip on my hair until I opened my eyes and met his hungry gaze. Swiping hard up my center, he jerked his hand out of my pants and placed both fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Because I’m not down there yet, and you’re wasting it all.”
“Oh God.”
Releasing my hair, he moved to wrap his fingers around my jaw and leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“That’s your one freebie. Once I have you naked, the only name I want to hear you call out is mine. You need to send up a prayer when I make you scream? I want it to be to me.”
He slammed his lips onto mine in another scorching kiss, both of his hands skimming down my sides to grip my waistband. I whined when he took his mouth away, but the sound turned into a gasp when he dropped to his knees, taking my bottoms and panties to the ground in one fluid motion.
I was completely bare from the waist down, and he wasn’t just seeing me naked, his face was literally inches away from said nakedness. I tensed, squeezing my thighs together to hide, but that only earned me a stinging slap to my ass cheek.
“Ow!”
He curled his hand behind my left knee, lifting my foot out of my rumpled clothes and resting my leg over his shoulder. Leaning his head back, he unabashedly took me in, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them before. He seemed to be trying to implant the image of me in his mind, and I’d never felt more exposed—or more turned on in my life.
He circled my clit with his thumb, watching the movement with the same intensity he did everything. “This is mine.”
Circling one final time, he slid his thumb down through me until it met up with my ass, spreading my wetness around the rim before retreating back up. I might have been vividly hallucinating at that point.
“The next time you get wet over me, you better sit on my fucking face until I feel my soul leave my body and tap out.” Then he was on me.
The first touch of his tongue had my spine arching, and when he swirled the tip around my clit, my head fell back as I panted. By the third thrust of it inside me, I wasn’t just seeing stars, I was mapping out entire fucking constellations.
Balancing on only one leg, I sank my fingers into his dark hair, fisting it at the roots to steady myself. He didn’t seem to mind the pain. If anything, he sped up.
He plunged two fingers back inside me as he focused in on my clit, licking and sucking at it until my senses mixed and I was hearing smells and seeing tastes. “Oh fuck, I’m going to—”
“Do it.” His words vibrated against my core, and then he sucked hard.
I broke, clenching around him and yelling out his name among a multitude of incoherent sounds. He never stopped his ministrations, letting me ride his face like an animal as I fell apart.
“Holy shit.”
“Baby, that wasn’t even the half of it.” He gave me one final lick, all the way up with the flat of his tongue, before standing and cradling my head.
I looked into his eyes, and the desire and affection looking back at me made me feel powerful. I reached up and encircled my hands around the wrists framing my face. “Then give me the rest.”
His nostrils flared, and he brushed a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. “I want to. I want you so badly I could saw through these goddamn pants, but I need to make sure you understand something first.”
“Okay.”
“In here, I will take control because you and I both know you need it that way in order to turn your mind off. I will learn your body better than my own and have you writhing and begging me for more.”
He caressed his thumbs across my cheeks and down the line of my jaw to press on my chin, forcing my lips apart. “But outside this room, Maddie, you fucking own me. I will worship the very ground you walk on if you’ll only let me.”
Closing the distance, he kissed me, and it was gentle and thorough. He molded himself to me until I could taste, not just myself on his tongue, but his soul.
He only removed his mouth long enough to drag my top up over my head, then he was back on me. His hands were moving up and down my back, pulling me in and pressing my stomach against the hard bulge fighting against his sweats.
Diving under his shirt, I ran my fingers up his torso, feeling every ripple of muscle as I made my way up to his chest. I raised his shirt high enough to catch a glimpse of his nipples, waiting for him to lift his arms and allow me to remove it all the way.
But he didn’t budge, the control freak apparently taking his claim seriously.
I pouted. “I want to feel you.”
When he still didn’t move, I pressed an open kiss to the divot between his pecs, darting my tongue out to taste his skin. He shuddered, his hands lowering to my bare ass.
I refused to be the only one naked. Continuing to kiss his skin, I worked my way across the muscle until I reached my goal. Digging my nails into his sides, I twirled my tongue around his nipple before pulling it sharply into my mouth.
He lost it. Reaching an arm back, he yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. I raked my greedy eyes over his skin, trying and failing, to fight back my smile.
“Keep giving me that shit-eating grin, and you’ll be eating something else in a minute.”
My core turned molten, wetness pooling between my thighs, begging for what he could give me. I pressed them together, not to hide this time, but to provide me with any form of friction.
“Promise?”
His hands came around to squeeze my ass, and he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing me fiercely as he carried me to the bed. I thought he’d lay me down and crawl over me, but he didn’t. Instead, he tossed me on the mattress like a bag of flour, and a startled laugh burst out of me.
His smirk disappeared, and he stared down like he’d just seen a glimpse of heaven. “That fucking sound.”
His fingers moved to his waistband, and I watched hungrily as he shoved both his sweats and boxers down his legs.
My eyes were riveted to his hard length, watching it rise to attention as his clothing dropped to the floor. He was huge. Granted, I didn’t have a whole lot of experience to compare him to, but even I knew he was a fucking magnificent specimen.