his fingers as he pulled them out, making his mouth water. “But I can’t stop, can’t wait,” he said, his lips brushing her skin so close to where he wanted to be. So close the scent of her arousal had him going light-headed. Hooking his fingers, he thrust back into her, scraping the swollen pad of her G-spot and earning Lyse’s hands in his hair, urging him forward. When her legs parted just that little bit more, he accepted the invitation.
His lips surrounded her clit, the nub hard and throbbing, its hood pushed back. He grasped it gently between his teeth and sucked, drawing on her, beginning a rhythm that he matched with his fingers in her core and on her tits. Lyse writhed against him, pulled his hair, forced him tight against her, her cries filling his ears just as her taste and feel saturated the rest of his senses. In mere seconds she was gushing and pulsing around his invasion, her body straining toward him as she climaxed.
“We’re not done,” he warned her as he got to his feet. Watching her, he did a hasty wash of his body. His cock was stiff and straining, just as Lyse’s clit and nipples had been, threatening to blow with the lightest touch, but he fought back the hunger viciously. He wouldn’t blow until he was inside her, not tonight.
His rinse was equally quick, and then he had the water off. Lyse came first, with a thorough drying, before he scrubbed the water from his own body and threw his towel on the floor.
“You know,” Lyse said, her tone drowsy and satisfied, “you talk about how nice my body is.” Moving closer, she trailed a hand along his chest, the ridges of his abs, right down until she surrounded his aching cock. “I could never have imagined a man as beautiful as you.”
He hissed as her fist stroked up his cock, tight around the head, then back down. “Men aren’t beautiful.”
She stroked him again. “You are.”
A growl burst from deep in his chest. Afraid one more touch would destroy his self-control, he surged forward, lifting her slight body in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom. “I’ll be showing you beautiful.”
In the bedroom he flipped her around and set her on hands and knees on the bed. “Now that is beautiful.” The lines of her body were smooth and sensual, the dangling of her tits too much to resist. He crowded over her, using his chin to clear a path from nape to spine, his hands already full of the gorgeous mounds. He took his time then, biting at her neck, sucking the sweet flesh, leaving his mark on the most sensitive parts of her body. Nipples were pinched and pulled and fondled. The long line of her spine was licked and nuzzled. And that plump ass—she was so delicate you might never guess how round and generous her ass was. He bit the sensitive curve, scraped his stubble over her until goose bumps rose, then traced his tongue down the divide until he hit that most secret opening.
Lyse flinched, but his grip on her tits wouldn’t allow her escape. Before long her self-consciousness was forgotten in the moaning delight of his tongue right where he wanted it. Only when she was rocking back against him did he pull away.
“Every part of you belongs to me,” he told her, reaching for a condom. Rolling it on. “Every bit is mine.” No matter how unfair that seemed.
Lining his cock up with her clit, he rubbed gently for a moment in a desperate effort to stave off his climax.
“Don’t wait,” Lyse begged, arching against him. “Please, Fionn, do it.”
A quick adjustment of his hips and he slid right into her core. “Lyse! Feck.” His eyes crossed behind closed eyelids. When Lyse slid forward, stroking herself along his erection, then back, his gut clenched, his balls drew up. “Feck!”
He reached for her then, one hand on her hip, one knotting in her hair. “Give me a minute, love.” Breathing deep, he opened his eyes and stared at the sight before him—Lyse impaled on his cock, her legs spread wide, skin mottled with red where he’d taken his pleasure. He stared at her, and something deep inside him shifted, ached, tore apart.
“Lyse?” He slid back, then thrust, a gentle rhythm; his heart couldn’t bear more than that.
Lyse tilted her head back into the hand grabbing her hair. “Tell me what you need, love.”
Love. It