when I suck them into my mouth, when I tongue them all shiny.” He touched the tip of one, lapping at it until she made a frustrated sound and buried her hands in his hair.
“Greedy girl,” he whispered, then opened to take a soft bite of her areola, his teeth pulling up to scrape the jut of flesh.
Layla groaned and he did it again, the lap, the bite, the scrape. Her lower body pushed against him in slow rolls, and her taste, her body, her need, they all enticed the beast, teasing it without mercy. But Vance held on and moved to the other breast, playing with that one, too, listening to her little cries.
Finally, he needed something more. “Greedy girl probably wants something hard inside her,” he said. “I’ve got it pulsing and ready right here.”
And she stilled again, shocked, he thought, then aroused, because her hands shot down to his pants to divest him of the confining denim. He laughed, low and uncivilized, and rolled away to take care of the issue.
She made another of her frustrated noises, an appetizer that fed his animal as he struggled with the jeans. His erection wasn’t making things easy.
“Vance,” she breathed, anxious.
“Shh,” he said, and rolled his head on the pillow to kiss the warmth of her cheek. “Settle down. I’ll fill you up soon enough.”
Her mutter sounded like a curse and a plea.
Vance threw his pants over the side of the bed, then yanked at his boxers. Again, the cast and his cock made the process more labor-intensive than it should be. Suddenly Layla’s hands were on him, and she was tugging at the material, too, shoving it down his legs.
Then he was naked and Layla was on her knees beside him. “Oh, I like this,” he whispered, touching one flank with his knuckles. “Straddle me, sweetheart. Put your breast to my mouth.”
Her breathing hitched, but then she obeyed. With a knee on each side of his hips, she leaned toward him. He lifted his head and caught her nipple, feasting, suckling, hard and deep. His hands found her hips and he held her there, drawing her in to slake his hunger.
“Vance,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Now the other,” he instructed, and she shifted her weight. “Offer it to me, Layla. Let me have you.”
She was shuddering as he pulled on her second breast now, and her glorious bottom dropped so that the juncture of her thighs kissed his cock. She was wet there, hot and wet, and the moisture bathed his shaft.
He sucked harder on her, ravenous for her taste. But when her wetness slid over him again, his mind clicked. “Condom,” he said, releasing her nipple. “We need a condom.”
His hand reached blindly for the bedside table. Now it was his turn to curse as the drawer’s knob eluded him. Every moment of delay aggravated the raging appetite inside of him. His cock was throbbing, his pulse was pounding, the blood racing around his body was scalding and he was primed to go off. So ready to shoot.
Sweet Lord, he tried telling himself as the drawer squeaked open. Take it easy. The beast was on a short chain and despite the warnings he’d given Layla, he didn’t want to scare her. But then his fingers found a foil square. When he lost it again he almost screamed.
“Can you reach into the drawer, honey?” he asked, his voice tight. “I’m a little desperate here.”
“You’re desperate?” Layla said, the edge to her voice making him laugh despite his urgency. “Let me get it.”
She was more efficient than he. A triumphant sound and the tearing of foil. He meant to protest but from his mouth came only inarticulate sounds meant to represent words—I can put it on oh my God your touch is going to send me over sweet baby what are you doing now oh yeah oh yeah like that. Just like that. What she was doing now was sinking down on him.
His head pressed back into the pillow. “You’re so slick inside,” he muttered. “So damn tight.”
And then she had taken all of him in. He was rooted deep and they both stilled, absorbing the sensation. His hands were on her hips, the sleek insides of her thighs on either side of his.
She shivered and then he felt her muscles gather. His fingers tightened on her. “Don’t move,” he said. “Give me a minute.”
Another shiver ran over her skin. “Have to move,” she said, her husky voice breathy. “Have. To. Move.”
Then