His rumble of satisfaction vibrated in my lips and tongue as he kissed me, sending a reverberation down my throat and exploding in a wave of tingles throughout the rest of my body. He stroked my slit, stopping at the top to tease the bundle of nerves nearly hidden in the folds of my swollen sex. Then another long, slow sweep down and he pushed two fingers inside me.
With his mouth controlling mine, I couldn’t arch up. Every swirl across my clit and two-fingered plunge proved that he set the pace. I couldn’t force this orgasm to happen on my own. It was his to give me.
When my thighs started to shake and I dug my nails into his forearm, he didn’t pause in his rhythm, but he pulled back so our lips were barely touching and gritted out, “Give it to me. I want to feel you coming around my fingers.”
“Boone.”
“You’re close. I can feel it. Let it go.”
I sucked in a breath of air on a gasp when Boone fastened his mouth to the side of my throat, in the one place guaranteed to set me off again.
And it did.
I shattered. My pussy pulsing around those thick fingers, my clit throbbing against the hard press of his thumb.
By the time that bonus O faded, Boone had levered himself over me.
A whisper-soft kiss crossed my brow. “Sierra.”
“Mmm?”
“Look at me.”
I managed to unroll my eyes from the back of my head and opened them slowly.
That tight feeling in my chest expanded when I gazed into that gorgeous face. We were really here. Together. Like this. The way we’d always wanted.
His gaze never left mine as his hands moved to the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider as he started to work his cock into me. “You are so fucking tight.”
“That’s because you’re packing a cannon.”
Once he filled me completely, he brushed his lips over mine. “Feeling this hot, wet pussy bare around my cock? This might be rocket fast. Put your hands on my ass and hang on.”
I murmured, “You’re so bossy,” but my fingers were already digging into that smooth, hard muscle.
“You can complain when I don’t get the job done.”
When he slammed back in twice in rapid succession, I might’ve screamed.
Cocky man just chuckled against my neck. Then he pushed up so he could watch his cock tunneling in and out of me. “You’re so wet. Fuck. It makes me crazy to see that. Makes me want to bury my face in you again.”
“Anytime you want to do that, feel free. You don’t even have to ask.”
That got his focus back on my face. He angled his head and bit my bottom lip, holding it between his teeth like he’d held my clit. Flicking his tongue over it like he’d teased my clit.
My clit pulsed hard.
Then he let my lip go, only to kiss me in that fleeting manner, so he could watch my eyes as he fucked me.
The man was an animal in bed. His instincts were unparalleled. He knew when I needed more pressure on my clit but not harder thrusts. He knew I needed the stroke of his hand—on my leg, my side, my chest, my neck—to hit that next level right before I unraveled. So the soft scrape of his nails up and down the outside of my thigh pushed me that much closer.
Boone’s tongue swirled just inside my ear. “You ready to come?”
“I can’t come on command,” I panted. “But I’m close.”
Then he was back to kissing me. Hard. Fucking me. Hard. He eased back to say, “Come now. Let me see it.”
He did some flex and grind motion with his hips.
Sensations hit me from all sides: Boone’s breath on my lips, the throbbing in my clit, the rocking of his pelvis, the tight clamp of my pussy muscles around his cock, which was pulsing hard as he groaned above me.
Whoo-yeah. He could be as bossy in bed as he wanted after that.
My skin was sticky, my nipples ached, my throat was dry.
I’d never felt so…spectacular. And not just spectacularly fucked either.
Boone kept me spooned against him as we caught our breath. He trailed his fingers up and down my arm.
I rolled over and faced him. Or rather, I faced his bare chest. His muscled bare chest. Now that we were lovers, would he let me touch him and kiss him any time I wanted? Would he let me lick and suck and taste? I bent forward and placed my lips on the upper curve of his left pec.
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