He lifted her easily, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to bed and laid her on the sheets. She reached for him as he came down over her.
“Soon,” he said. Gently bringing her hand to his mouth, he dragged his tongue along her fingers and palm, leaving them glistening, and turned so they were lying head to foot. “Tell me if this isn’t okay, Lizzie. We can slow down. You don’t have to—”
“Oh, Lord…Yes…” She wrapped her hand around his erection, giving him the green light he needed. She stroked him as he lowered his mouth between her legs and took his fill of her sweetness.
Her grip tightened every time he brought his tongue to her swollen sex, making him want to do it over and over again. He slid his fingers inside her as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his erection. He was careful not to press his hips forward, even though he wanted to thrust into her hot, wet mouth and feel her lips stretched around him. He let her lead, and lead she did. As he teased and taunted, she licked him from base to tip—pulling a groan from his lungs. When he gripped her thighs, she took him in her mouth, pressing on his hips. A sweet invitation he couldn’t resist. He thrust his hips forward, and she took him in, relaxing her throat to take him deeper. She sucked and licked and met every stroke of his tongue with a stroke of her own, taking him right up to the edge.
“Lizzie,” he warned.
She pressed harder on his hips, keeping him in place as her thighs tensed and her inner muscles clamped down. Heat shot down his spine, and they both spiraled over the edge in a bucking of hips and moans of ecstasy as they drank in the evidence of their desire.
Holy hell. Blue could barely breathe. He’d never come that hard, never felt a woman come so hard or taste so good. He moved to the top of the bed, taking in the hazy look of lust in Lizzie’s eyes, the glistening of her swollen lips, as he sealed his mouth over hers. He didn’t care that she tasted of him. He wanted to be closer to her, so close he would climb beneath her skin if he could. And the way she was holding him, kissing him, pressing her wetness against him, told him that she felt it too.
“Lizzie,” he said between kisses. “Fuck, Lizzie. I can’t get enough of you.” He kissed her harder, unable to hold back, and within seconds he was hard again. He shifted over her, parting her legs with his, and drove his hard length into her until he was buried to the root. They both cried out with the intense coupling.
“Harder…faster,” she pleaded. “Deeper…”
He pounded into her so hard he worried she’d bruise, but he couldn’t stop. Too much emotion welled inside him. He moved his hands beneath her knees, bringing her legs up beside his hips as he drove in time and time again.
“Yes. So good…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her tongue in his mouth.
He’d never felt such intense pleasure. Her muscles tensed, and he knew she was on the verge of coming again. He slowed his efforts, easing the roughness, wanting to come with her, needing to look into her eyes as she spiraled over the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Never. I’ll never stop.” He continued the slow, torturous shifts as she arched beneath him.
“Ohgodohgodohgod. Blue…Please…I have to…”
She cried out, a sexy, greedy noise filling the bedroom. Their slick bodies slid together in a perfect rush of momentum as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and grunted through his own powerful release, holding her tightly as aftershocks shuddered through them. They collapsed to the mattress, breathing hard, their bodies still tangled together.
He cupped her cheeks, kissing her with all the love in his heart and all the emotions that had been mounting for so long.
“You own me, Lizzie. Heart, body, and soul.”
She smiled up at him, the sleepy smile of a sated lover, as he gathered her in his arms, never wanting to let her go.
Chapter Eleven
LIZZIE BLINKED SEVERAL times, her thoughts slowly coming back into focus. Blue’s arms were wrapped tightly around her. Even in sleep he held her possessively, and she loved it. His bedroom was silent, save for the peaceful cadence of his breathing. Her eyes were drawn to the digital clock, glowing like a beacon in the darkness.
Shit!