put his hands on her flesh. The other rose he kept right where he had it, spinning the soft petals in a circle.
Audra was going to remember this if he had to emblazon it across her soul.
She squirmed as he parted her folds, running his fingertip up and down her soaking cleft, and then plunged into her slick channel while simultaneously swirling the rose in that intimate spot.
“Oh, my God.” She came off the bed as she clenched around his fingers in a lightning-fast orgasm of epic proportions.
Yes, more. He flipped her over and bent up one leg to open her wider. The first taste of her on his tongue made him groan. God, she flooded his mouth as she convulsed again, and he’d barely started. That was so hot, it nearly wrenched his own release from the depths of his body, but he fought it.
He needed her to come again, needed her to know who the author of her pleasure was. He needed to hear his name on her lips. Always.
Faster, he worked her with the flat of his tongue, rubbing at her nub and sliding fingers deep inside her again as she cried out through another round of contractions. Yes. Perfect. Gorgeous.
“Stop,” she gasped and swore as he bit down on her sex, drawing out the release until she collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving and her hair in a wild, gorgeous disarray around her head. “I think I’m on like number nineteen now. Please, for the love of God, let me focus on you for a minute. I just want to taste you. Make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
Absolutely not.
It was a reasonable request. One he should totally be on board with, especially given the way her gaze strayed straight to his erection. No doubt what she had in mind. What kind of a jackass turned down a hot woman who wanted to suck him off?
One who couldn’t afford the way it would open him up to her. He wasn’t in a place where he could be vulnerable enough to let go, to do something so intimate. It scarcely made sense to him, let alone as he struggled with how to explain the tension snapping his insides tight as he imagined her mouth stretched wide to take him deep into her throat.
Bottom line—that was too much.
He shook his head and let his lips curve into a smile. “I’ve got a better idea.”
He needed her now, hard and fast. The harder and faster the better, so he could pretend they were just having sex and he wasn’t in danger of spilling a heart he didn’t have to give all over this bed.
Her eyes widened as he crawled up her body, hands and knees sinking into the mattress. Clearly she’d read the intent in his gaze. Good. She understood exactly what was happening then. They were going to have the hottest, dirtiest sex imaginable, which given the rising passion in her expression, worked for her too.
He wound her hair around his hand and pulled, exposing her neck. She cried out as he bit his way down her throat, sucking with little pulls that would leave marks. Because he wanted her to have visual reminders of the one thing he could give her.
Shoving a leg between her thighs, he hit that sweet spot that was already soaked for him. It drove him wild when she was so turned on that he could practically drink from her core.
Which also meant that he didn’t have to spend a lot of time getting her primed. Fingering on a condom, he turned her over on her stomach and pulled her up on her knees.
“Grab on to the headboard,” he said and thank God she didn’t argue, because her gorgeous rear was right there for his viewing pleasure and he couldn’t wait a second longer.
Holding her hips, he drove into her center with one hard stroke. And another. To the hilt. She closed around him like a tight silky vise, and he threw his head back as the pleasure of it overtook him. Again. Oh, God. The feel of her. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Amazing, full, like he couldn’t contain the sheer ecstasy with just skin.
More. Faster. Better. Bigger.
He worked her hips with a grip on each side while carefully avoiding her bruise, tugging her backward a little harder each time until he was going so deep that he shoved himself to the brink almost instantly.
He groaned