Wicked and True - Shayla Black Page 0,9
sucked even harder, grazing her with the edge of his teeth.
Under him, her legs moved restlessly, wrapping themselves around him. She fought to free her hands and plant her lips on him. But he held her in place with a firm grip, switching his attention from one breast to the other. If possible, she tasted even sweeter here. He pulled hard on her. She sucked in a needy breath and gave up trying to escape. Instead, she arched and twisted as if trying to give him more and grabbed at the hand covering hers.
Beneath him, her legs parted, allowing his body to slide between.
Just where he wanted to be.
A flush crept up her peachy-pale skin. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, her body tightening. The pulse at her neck pounded. Her swollen lips parted, tempting him every bit as much as the gorgeous breasts he gorged on.
“Zy…”
He released her nipple and squeezed it, delighting in her soft gasp. “What, baby?”
She wriggled and cajoled. “Now.”
Soon, but… “Not yet.”
Tessa opened her eyes. “Haven’t we waited enough? Is something wrong?”
Their gazes fused, and he felt a zing inside him, at a place so deep in his chest he’d never felt it. He’d never even known it existed.
His heart?
“No, baby. Everything is so right. You feel it, don’t you?”
She nodded, then nibbled her lip. “Then why…”
Would he torment her and refuse to plunge inside her immediately? “Because we only have one first time, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
“I already won’t because it’s you.”
Fuck. Women who said things like that were usually mentally picking out china patterns and choosing monogrammed towels. In the past, he would have taken his quick orgasm and run. Not with Tessa. That was the closest she’d come to telling him she loved him. And it turned him on almost more than he could stand.
“You’re making it hard to resist you.”
“Because I don’t want you to.”
There were a thousand ways he wanted to touch her and a million ways he wanted to take her. Right now, all he could do was close his eyes and try to bring his runaway heartbeat under control.
But it was no use.
“Fuck.” He rolled to her side and positioned his mouth just above her nipple, then covered her soaking pussy with his greedy fingers. “Get ready. This is going to be fast.”
“What?” The word trembled from her lips, but the question came too late.
He’d already dragged her taut tip in his mouth with a savage suck and plunged a pair of fingers between her folds. He began working them inside her. Oh, holy shit, she was tight. He got dizzy just thinking about how much patience it would take to ease his way inside her and how perfectly they would fit once he did.
As he finally wedged his fingers as far inside her as he could, Tessa let out a low moan, planting her feet flat on the mattress and bucking up to meet his searching touch. With one hand, she gripped the sheet. With the other, she dug her nails into his back.
Zy looked at her, lost in the passion he heaped on her—and he nearly lost all restraint.
His impatience mentally yanked like a rabid dog on its leash, but he jerked it back and focused on Tessa, on her pleasure, hooking his fingers inside her to rub the smoothest bit of flesh behind her clit. All the while, he settled his thumb over the little nubbin and started a teasing counter-stroke.
Instantly, she gasped. Her eyes flew open wide. Her body tensed. And her pussy clamped down on him. The little bead under his digit was as hard as a diamond. “Zy!”
“You’re getting close, baby.” He didn’t ask; he knew.
“Yes, but I want to touch you, taste you…”
He wanted that, too. “Later. The first time will be hard and fast. I can’t help it. I fucking need you.”
“Yes!” she cried as he took her nipple onto his tongue again, sucking it deep as he traced fevered circles on her hardening clit.
She kept tensing, tightening, clamping down as her breathing quickened, her color flushed, and her pulse drummed. She was seconds from orgasm.
“Oh, my…Zy. Zy!”
Her body was seizing up, and that was his cue.
He pulled his fingers free, shoved his jeans around his hips, slid between her legs, and fitted his thick crest against her slick opening—and started pushing in. Sweat already slicked his back as he locked his fingers with hers, then drilled his stare into hers as he did