His hand slid between my thighs. Two stiff fingers pushed into my soaked *, catching me by surprise, so sudden and intense I nearly flew off the bed.
“Relax, babe,” he whispered softly, a mischievous smile on his face. “You picked the best man in the world to fuck you for the very first time, and I'm not gonna let you down. I'll just leave you hoarse from all the screaming you'll be doing tonight, fucking my mouth, my hands, my cock, fucking me 'til you can't. You'll love it.”
“Yes!” It wasn't even a question, but I added my voice anyway, staring at him with such heat in my eyes it was starting to scare me.
We kissed while he fingered me. Skin's marvelous thumb pressed on my clit, and I went wild, rocking into him, bucking my hips over and over and over.
I thought he was going to send me straight over the edge again, but he had other plans.
If his fingers were bliss, then his mouth was heaven. Nothing prepared me for his face sinking down, stopping to tease my nipples with his teeth and tongue, before he stamped a hot trail all the way down my body.
His lips stopped at my * for a small eternity, teasing me with his hot breath and stubble. Shallow licks caressed my inner thighs, then drove higher, straight over my clit. My fingernails dug into his head and I tried with all my might to push him into me.
The bastard resisted, enjoying his amusement, teasing me until I couldn't hold it anymore.
“Please lick me, Skin. Fuck me. I'm dying. Please.”
I begged him for all I was worth. And tonight, that was everything, as I learned when he finally gave in and let me have what I'd wanted.
He taught me real passion. The bad boy between my legs savaged me with his mouth, pulling my legs open, throwing them over his shoulders while I trembled and gasped.
His tongue fucked me, sucked me, and did everything in between. Raw heat pulsed out his mouth, covering my entire slit, before he began to focus his licks and forceful kisses around my clit.
I clawed at the sheets underneath us, losing control in the space of a heartbeat.
“Oh, hell, Skin, that feels so good...too fucking good. Shit! You're going to make me...”
It sounded like I wanted to say come, but really it was yours on my tongue.
I couldn't get out another word as climax crashed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and the fireball building in my womb exploded, rippling outward, giving me the greatest pleasure of my life.
Incredible. Better than anything I'd had, except what I knew I'd feel with his cock slamming into me.
Skin's mouth fucked me into total submission through the whole thing. His pleasure dragged me so deep for so long the fiery stars filled my vision, engulfing me completely, scorching me from the inside out.
Somewhere inside me, the wounds Ricky inflicted broke open and drained.
I came back to life with his hand gently moving across my face, wiping away tears. He held my head, kept me from shaking, panicking, freaking out.
“Let it out, baby. Get it all the fuck outta your system before I shake you so hard you'll be crying over the pleasure instead.”
I pushed my face up to his, and we twirled tongues once again. His taste completely addicted me. I worried I'd go to pieces by now, but my body craved more, begged him to go all the way, to fill me and fuck me like no man ever had.
Like no man ever would.
No, I couldn't let myself think like that. I had to just enjoy the moment. If we did the sane thing, this would all be over tomorrow, just like it should be.
Breathe in, breathe out. Experience everything Skin had to offer for one amazing night. Just one night.
This wasn't love. This wasn't worship. This was fucking, plain and simple, two people throwing themselves into one wild attraction to sate their urges.
His hands gripped my legs and pushed them apart. His rough stubble grazed my neck as he traced a line along my throat, dipping to my cleavage, and then back up again, where he caught the skin on my neck and sucked it hard enough to bruise.
His cock moved against me, teasing, wedged against my clit. I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed, all I could do to stop myself from panting and going to pieces.
“Feels like I've been waiting half my life to feel this * wrapped around my cock. You ready for me, babe?”
I stared up at him through narrowed eyes, wondering how he had the energy to speak when we were so fucking close.
“Yes! Please, Skin. I want you inside me.” Blood brushed my veins like sandpaper, melting me from the inside out.
No exaggeration. I hadn't needed anything this bad in my entire life, except my own freedom.
He bared his teeth and kissed me again, rubbing his cock harder through my folds, one thrust away from claiming me forever.
“You'll have to do better than that. I don't believe you. Is this what you want, babe?” He rocked his hips into mine, grunting as my wetness coated him. “This, yeah? If you wanna feel me fucking you straight through this mattress, then you'll beg for it, Meg. Beg for every damned inch.”