Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I swallowed. “What?”
His teeth scraped my earlobe. “To know what you taste like.” He went to his knees on the carpet, gripped my thighs, and yanked me toward him. His warm hands spread my legs as wide as they could go, giving him better access. “Hands above your head,” he said, nuzzling my folds.
“Why?”
“Because I want them there.” He licked at the crease of my thigh. “Do it, Vienna.”
Gritting my teeth, I followed his directive. Lifting my head, I glared at him. “Happy?” Asshole, I barely resisted adding.
He sucked hard on my inner thigh and then gave it a sharp nip. “Stop swearing at me in your head.”
See? Warlock. “I’m not—” My breath caught as he rolled the tip of his tongue around my pulsing clit. I let my head fall back, moaning as he fluttered his tongue between my folds.
He hummed deep in his throat and then, well, I discovered that he was a champ at going down on a woman. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth to learn and ruthlessly exploit every sensitive spot I had. Seriously, if it wasn’t for the strong hands pinning my hips flat to the mattress, I’d be bucking all over the bed.
Flooded by endorphins, I moaned and squirmed as that skilled tongue licked, swirled, delved, and lapped … until I was a trembling, mindless mess. My system screamed with sexual frustration; with a desperation that bordered on feverish.
Only in my wildest dreams had I envisioned Dane eating me out. The reality was a million times better than any fantasy.
My back bowed as he shoved his tongue deep, and I felt my inner muscles spasm around it. “I’m gonna come.” My release was barreling toward me fast.
He suckled on my clit and jammed two fingers inside my pussy. My thighs shook, my inner walls clenched, and four pumps of his fingers later I came with a choked cry.
Replete, I sagged against the mattress, breathing hard.
Dane rubbed his face on my belly and gave it a little nip. Rising, he snatched a condom from the pocket of his pants. “I need you to twist around so you’re not lying horizontal across the bed,” he told me, moving to stand at the foot of it.
My pulse still racing, I returned to my original position with my head on my pillow and let my legs fall apart.
Having rolled on the condom, he knelt between my thighs and draped himself over me. “I’m going to give you my weight. If you can’t handle it, tell me.” He eased his body over mine, effectively pinning me in place—pushing a major sweet button for me—and then wedged the broad head of his cock inside me.
Gasping, I tried tilting my hips to take more of his shaft, but I was trapped beneath him and couldn’t move. I splayed my hands on his back and moaned as he began gently nibbling my neck. “Dane.”
He rammed his cock deep with such shocking force that my back would have arched right off the bed if his weight wasn’t pinning me down.
I sucked in a breath and dug my nails into his back. “Jesus, Dane.” God, the pressure, heat, and thickness of his shaft felt amazing.
He planted his lower arms at either side of my head and flexed his hips. “I’ve thought about this pussy far too often since I last had it. I thought about how tight it is. How wet it gets for me. How good it feels.” He smoothly reared back until only the tip was inside me. “Thought about fucking it again. And again. And again.” He slowly sank his cock into me but stopped halfway. Then he drew back.
I felt my brow furrow. I was hoping to get fucked raw. “What are you doing?”
He thrust his whole length inside me. “Indulging myself.” He once more pulled back. “I’ll give you what you need when I’m done.” He fed me a few inches of his cock and then drew back yet again.
It went on like that for what could have been hours. Sometimes he’d bury himself balls-deep, sometimes he’d stop halfway, sometimes he’d give me only a few inches. He constantly switched it up, so I never knew what to expect.
There were times when he’d give me a few slow, hard, full-on thrusts but then go back to teasing me—leaving me hanging on the knife-edge of what I just knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm. I was