I didn’t need persuading.
My grip on sanity loosened as his thumb sank over my throbbing clit, his focus riveted on my *.
“Oh!” My back arched.
He let out a groan as his nose gently nudged at my center, the invasion of its hard edge causing explosions along every bunched nerve in my body. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, my fingers gripping the bra at my wrists. His hands clutched my bare ass as his hot wet tongue explored my *, the tense tip swirling up and down, teasing my slit.
“Oh, Bone.”
His tongue lapped at me in long, slow licks. I was going to die of pure sin and pure pleasure. Die here, hanging on the back of his front door. His fierce eyes locked on mine as he teased me, adored me. His lips latched on to my clit and sucked. I was bolted to the fucking door by his mouth.
Pure sin, pure pleasure.
I shuddered, my brain jamming, my body his desperate prisoner. His teeth lightly grazed me, and I cried out.
His eyes grew heavy, a devious slant to them. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Shit, I knew it. I knew it.”
“What did you know?” He licked my * again.
“I can feel your heart pounding through your mouth,” I said. “Just like I told you.” My head sank back as my hips arched toward him. “Just like I told you…”
He sucked with intention. I didn’t know which end was up any longer. I didn’t know where I began and if I ended.
“Let it go.” His voice rose over my burning skin. “Don’t hold on to it. I’m gonna give you plenty more.”
Boner buried his face between my legs, two fingers toying with my ass.
I let it go and burst like a ripe berry in his mouth, my body jerking in his hands, helpless, on fire. He kept on kissing, sucking, nuzzling as I came down, his eyes on me. That intense fervor pulsating through me made me limp in his hold. I was a gaping wound, an overflowing rushing river of emotions and feelings. I was high, laid bare on Boner’s altar of sensation.
And I loved it.
He slowly wiped his mouth on my thigh, kissing it, nipping it with his teeth. He tugged my skirt and then my wet and twisted peach thong down my legs, pulling them off my feet. I let out a moan as his hands lightly swept up my legs, my middle, and over my swollen breasts. His fingers tickled up the underside of my arms and unhooked them from the wall, tossing the bra to the floor.
Eau de Jill lingered on him, and something wild and savage overtook me.
I kissed him hard, my hand digging into his hair, then down to his waist, over his hard ass, and around to his thick, very thick, very hard cock.
Glory be to all that is holy.
I wrapped my fingers around his warm flesh and stroked him up and down, my hand twisting over his stiff length.
“Ah, fuck me,” he rasped, his mouth hanging open. The gleam of his bared teeth sent a shiver razoring through me.
Hungry black wolf and his willing mate.
Yes, that was what I wanted, to mate with him like the untamed creature he’d turned me into.
He pulled me to the edge of the long burgundy sofa as my heart hammered in my chest. “Lie back.”
I did as I was told and brought my legs up. On the sofa, he sat on his knees in front of me with his hands gripping me, and slid inside me with one smooth, slow thrust.
I struggled for air. So full, so full, and he wasn’t even all the way in yet.
He let out a deep groan. “Fuck.”
I rocked my hips toward his, and he gripped them tighter, holding me closer to him.
“Oh, yeah.” My hands pressed into the ridged fabric on the sofa. It was velvet to me, it was satin. I was suspended in air, in sensation, in his beautiful eyes.
He burrowed his way deeper into me. “Fuck, you’re like silk.”
We moved together, desperate to find one another, more of each other, to make a precious and hidden small dream come true. We wanted to touch it, touch the light it gave off with every hot breath, every grunt and gasp, every slide of our bodies.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you. Tell me. Damn it, Jill…”
He slowly thrust out of me, and a long cry escaped my throat.
I pushed my hands against the arm of the sofa behind me. “You’re not hurting me. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
He drove inside me once more, angling his hips a few degrees to the side. “You feel so good. Fuck, I missed you.”
His face looked pained as he finally buried himself deep. I felt the pounding of it through my heart, my lungs, my throat.
“You like my cock, Jillee? You want more of me?”
“I love your cock. So damn perfect. I need it.”
He pumped into me in steady strokes, and I relished the stinging sensation of his tight grip on my flesh, the burn of his thickness moving inside me, demanding its place. Yes, demanding, and I willingly surrendered.
All I wanted was to feel him, feel everything about him, the good and the bad, the dark and the shadowy, and feel it all over me.