He curled his fingers just right. An electric current went through me. He kept his fingers moving, working my pussy, as he prowled up my body, forcing my head back into the bed. His other hand gripped my face, thumb on my pulse-point. “But if I’m going to fuck you into sweet forgetting, you’re going to let me devour you.” He licked my bottom lip lightly. Caught it between his teeth—the pinch of pain was everything. “Are we clear?”
My response was to lean in. Nip his jaw. Drag a sexy, crooked grin from him. “Clear,” I purred. I lay back down like a good girl.
And I was devoured.
33
Abe
Intoxicated.
I was drunk on Sloane.
Naked, glowing skin; full, rounded breasts and her soft belly; strong thighs, pretty feet, bare neck, hair in strands of midnight chaos. The goddess was curvy and feminine, dangerously edged; the enchantress was an erotic dream, a glimpse of sexual paradise I wasn’t sure a man like me deserved. Now she was splayed out for me, a feast fit for a king, every naked inch of her available for me to obsess over.
And it felt like an obsession. Her fingers landed back in my hair; my mouth landed back on her clit, licking her in long, decadent strokes that had her body rolling and writhing on the bed. I buried my tongue inside of her, tasted honey, tasted heat, tasted sweat and salt and everything good in this world. Her legs tightened around my ears as my palms slid up her hips, her belly, cupped her breasts greedily. They spilled past my hands, voluptuous, gorgeous—I pinched her nipples harder than I intended, but her response was a raspy moan I’d be jerking off to the memory of for years to come.
I pinched them again—increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit—and she pulled on my hair. Gasped out a breathy, “Yes, Abe, oh god,” as her feet kicked my back. She was writhing, wild beneath me, and I was starving for every moan, every sigh, every indication her body offered up that was evidence of her sexual pleasure.
Beneath my mouth, her pussy was wet and hot, open and eager, her clit responsive against my tongue. I watched her face as I fluttered my tongue quickly, watched the glide of her body, the curve of her ribs, the tightening of her pink nipples. Between my own legs, my cock was heavy, rock-hard—already I was sweating from the effort it took not to grind myself to orgasm against this goddamn bed.
My tongue dove between her folds, dipped deep into her center. Sloane’s cries grew louder, more out of control. I gripped her hips and yanked her higher, giving me greater access to tongue-fuck her as deep as I could. The look of euphoria on her face tattooed itself on my soul—once, twice, three times, a hundred times. I was going to wrench orgasm after orgasm from this siren, bring her so much fucking pleasure she’d forget this case, forget her past, forget her loneliness and her disappointments.
Ecstasy was all that mattered, and I was more than willing to stay here on my knees until she demanded otherwise. I was dimly aware of the sounds I was making against her pussy, of my fingers bruising her hips. Time and reality held not a scrap of meaning to me. I replaced my tongue with my fingers—one, two. I worked a third finger into her tight cunt, and her hands slapped my shoulders, pulled my hair. I allowed myself thirty seconds to lift my head and watch her, to press my face to her soft, supple thighs and bite her skin, marking her.
“I am going to fuck you into goddamn oblivion,” I growled. “But not before you come on my mouth.”
Sloane sat up on her elbows, chest flushed, fucking my hand. I reached forward, gripped her neck, and yanked her face against mine. She kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe, didn’t need to breathe. Her fingers scratched at my chest as I finger-fucked her faster. Faster. Her kisses grew ragged, whimper-filled.
“It never feels like this, Abe,” she whispered. “Abe, Abe, it never, I’ve never, what if I can’t?”
I kissed her throat as she tilted her head all the way back, the ends of her hair brushing the bed. “Can’t what, beautiful?” I murmured. “Can’t come?”
“No,” she wailed. “No, I’m so… god, I’m so… it’s too much…”
I dipped my head. Sucked her nipple between my lips. She shrieked, starting to tighten, tighten, clench