she stopped thinking.
Slowly, he pulled her thighs apart. Wide. Wider. The cool air rushed over her pussy and contrasted with the burning heat tearing her apart. He licked his lips and leaned over the bed, his shoulders keeping her legs spread wide, trapping her deep in the mattress. His palms slid up her trembling belly and stroked lightly, peppering her skin with goose bumps. The amazing sensations of cold and hot, hard and soft assailed her. Another moan tore from her lips.
He looked up from her body and slowly smiled. “Now let’s see how many times you call me ‘Officer.’”
He dipped his head.
Sanity was ripped away from her inch by ragged inch. He was the devil himself, with his wicked tongue and lips and teasing strokes. He settled in and refused to be rushed, even with the urgent lifting of her hips, grinding against his mouth with no shame, only the need for release. Those soft lips sucked at her clit with just enough pressure to turn her on but not get her off. His tongue rubbed and licked down her slit, over her labia, making hungry noises that buzzed vibrations through her body.
Oh, she begged. Every inch of her ached and burned, her muscles straining for what only he could give her.
“Please, Stone, I need to—oh, God, please.”
He circled her aching, hard clit with the tip of his tongue, then massaged it with his thumb. Pinpricks of light marred her vision. She’d never been so desperate to come in her life, until she finally understood the darkness in sex, the ultimate, encompassing need to do anything for the orgasm being held from her.
“You’re so wet. So hot. You’re coming apart right underneath me, little one. Your responses are perfect. Ask me again.”
“Stone, please let me come!”
“Yes, baby, now, against my mouth, give it all to me.” Curling his finger, he plunged inside her tight channel while his tongue increased the pressure on her clit, licking harder and harder and then—
She screamed. She cried. She yelled. The orgasm hit her like a train wreck, squeezing every muscle in her body with an agony of pleasure, all she could do was shake beneath him and surrender. He never stopped, his tongue and teeth nibbling and licking her right up to another orgasm, letting her free-fall in space.
Arilyn fell back into the mattress, giving herself over to him. She watched from heavy-lidded eyes as he donned a condom, paused before her dripping center, and began to fill her inch by slow inch.
Her body reawoke. The delicious friction and pressure as he invaded and took over her body was too much. She flung her head back and forth against the pillow, moaning, not even sure if she was fighting him or urging him closer. His fingers entwined with hers, holding her hands trapped against each side of her head, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep within her. Arilyn blinked up at his face: teeth clenched, sweat dripping from his brow, his gaze pinning her as helplessly as his body.
“Too big,” she gasped. “Can’t.”
“You can. Fuck, you’re so tight, little one.” He moved an inch, going even deeper, until she felt split apart. Slowly he rocked back and forth as she opened up further, every muscle in her body squeezing him. “You fit perfectly. Holy shit, you’re coming again, Arilyn, I can feel it. Let go, baby, give it to me.”
“Too much—I can’t—oh!” And then he pulled back out and slammed inside of her so fast and so deep and so hard, she climaxed again, surrendering to the brutal, aching pleasure that almost bordered on pain.
She rode out the climax, whimpering deep in her throat, and hung on as he pounded inside her body with all the rough violence and lust she craved, until he shouted her name, giving her his orgasm, never pausing until there was nothing left of either of them.
Somehow, he managed to roll over so he wasn’t crushing her. He spooned against her, his arms slipping around her stomach, keeping her close, his lips buried in the crook of her neck. Surrounded by his warmth and delicious smell, she relaxed completely in his embrace.
“What did you do to me?” he whispered in her ear.
She managed to rouse herself enough to answer his question with one of her own. “What did you do to me?”
Arilyn knew they spoke of something bigger than the sex, but she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. She did the only thing left.
She lost consciousness.
STONE