Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I push her down on the bed, move to spread her legs, kneel down, and close my eyes.
“I need to taste you.”
I slide my tongue over her clit, finally sampling her juices that have consumed me since I first inhaled after our kiss at the door. That intoxicating mixture of tangy and sweet, with an extra zest that is Skye’s alone—like a hard peach cider. So delicious.
I lap at her, licking the wetness from her inner thighs and then shoving my tongue into her heat.
“God, you taste good,” I say against her thigh.
She raises her head and looks at me between her legs. “Are you ever going to undress?”
“In time,” I say. “But if you ask again, I won’t.”
No time like the present to let her know who’s in charge here.
I am.
No one else.
And a quick, hard fuck will prove it better than any words can. I’ll savor her later.
With a brisk move, I flip her over so she’s lying facedown, her legs hanging off the bed. I pin her in position. “Don’t you dare move.”
I fumble with my belt, my zipper. Then I remember… A condom. A fucking condom. God, how I wish I could experience her unsheathed, cock to pussy with no barrier.
I grab the foil packet out of my pocket, rip it open, push my pants and boxer briefs over my hips to mid-thigh, and sheath myself as quickly as I can.
She looks over her shoulder—
I push her back down harshly. “I said don’t fucking move!” Then I groan as I position myself and plunge deep into her. “Fuck, yeah.”
Fuck. Yeah. Nothing poetic about those words, but they say what my whole body feels. She’s tight and snug, warm and perfect against me, and for a moment, I wish I didn’t need the rubber. That’s how perfect she feels, how much I want her, and I know it would be ten times better with no barrier between us.
But I know better. I’m always careful. For now, though, I lean down, trapping her under me to give her a slight taste of the control I expect in the bedroom. “Don’t move, Skye. I’ll stop if you do. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I suck her earlobe between my teeth. “You’re so damned tight. Fuck, you feel good.”
I rise slightly, still inside her, and plant my hands on her shoulders—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that she can’t move. She’s trapped, at my mercy.
Exactly as I want her.
Completely under my spell.
I pull back and thrust into her again, relishing how well she grips me. How her body encases mine. I close my eyes then and surrender to the feelings in my body. Sparks ignite between us—sparks that are new to me. Slightly disconcerting, even, but that thought is fleeting. I open my eyes, fully expecting to see a visible current between us.
I plunge in and out of her, slowly at first and then increasing my speed. My shirt brushes her lower back as I push back inside her, her walls gripping me and turning me inside out.
She grasps the comforter in her fists, still immobile, as I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. She tightens around me, and I know she’s getting close to orgasm. The thought enthralls me.
I want this to last… To last…
But already my balls have tightened, and my time’s up.
“I’m going to come.” I thrust and thrust and thrust, each time her pussy grasping me more tightly, more perfectly. “Come with me, baby. Come with me.”
My words are a command—one I know already she’ll obey.
“Oh my God!” she cries.
And that’s all it takes for me. I burst, shoving into her so hard as my seed shoots from my balls through my cock and outward. Every cell in my body seems to pound in time with my heartbeat. Skye pulses in time with me, each stroke, as I finish inside her.
Chapter Ten
Skye’s eyes are heavy-lidded, dreamily satisfied yet with a touch of surprise. Shock, even. Yes, she just climaxed, but I know that look. I’ve seen it before.
This was her first orgasm. Ever.
I resist the urge to smile smugly. This isn’t the first time I’ve granted a woman her first orgasm. Will it be the last?
The fact that I’m even thinking that question disturbs me more than a little.
I’m not done, not by a long shot. After disposing of the condom, I undress. Quickly. Really quickly. So quickly I actually surprise myself.
Skye gasps.
She stares into my eyes and then drops her gaze to my semi-erect cock sans condom.
“Move to the head of the bed,” I say. “Lie on your back and grab two of the rungs of the headboard.”
She widens her eyes and continues staring at me. Will she obey?
“Now, Skye.” My voice is firm.
She hastily scoots backward as I demand, rests her head on one of the pillows, and grabs the headboard.