Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,71

grazed over her lower lip again, and her nostrils flared as she let out another one of those fucking gorgeous sighs.

“This good?” I checked as I smoothed my hands up her thighs. There was dampness along the inside of them, and her pussy was soaking when I traced my fingers over the slit. My cock jerked in anticipation, but I ignored its demands.

“Hmm,” she said, and wiggled her ass invitingly. “It’s a little awkward.” She had no leverage.

“Only a little?” I gripped the belt where it joined her wrists.

“Yes,” she said. “But it’s not too bad. I kind of… Fuck…”

I pushed in with one smooth thrust, and she took every inch of me in a vise-like grip that threatened to blow my load right then and there. Her gasps echoed the ones inside me as I balanced my grip on the belt and rocked my hips back and then thrust forward again, even as I pulled her back.

She snapped her head up and let out a little cry. Oh, I liked that. I repeated the motion, and she clenched down on me with every deep thrust. I controlled every part of this dance, and I stroked my fingers over her tattoo and kept my gaze fixed on the way her head tilted, the muscles straining in her shoulders and her throat.

When her head fell forward with one of my thrusts, I gathered a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. I needed to see her, I needed to know she was all right. Lips parted, eyes closed, and her expression taut with pleasure, and I thrust harder and deeper. I didn’t think I could get any deeper, and at the same time, I wanted to pound myself into her skin.

“You can come for me anytime you feel it, Angel,” I told her through clenched teeth. I’d been holding back my need all evening, and I had a feeling so had she. She writhed in my grip, and I caught her rubbing her nipples against the covers as we matched rhythm. I could live here, feeling her taking me over and over.

The clamp of her inner muscles only increased the friction, and I let go of her hair to reach around and tweak her nipples. The cry tearing from her throat dragged my balls up tight. She was so close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” She chanted it like a litany, and I grinned as lightning seemed to gather at the base of my spine. Need was like a raging fever in me, but I needed to be in her as deep as we could get and I needed to feel her come around me. Sliding my hand down to cup her pussy, I tested the stretch where she took me, and she gasped again.

No more teasing. No more prolonging it.

Faster, slower, and then fast again, until she thrashed around me. Then I found her clit, and with three hard, swift circular strokes, she let out a cry. The ripple of relief that went through her was matched only by the fierceness of her response, and I released that last bit of control as she orgasmed around me. The hard clamp of her muscles fisting around me coupled with the harsh loss of control in her breath shredded my control.

The delicious combination had me gasping in turn as I came with a fierce shout and a rush of pure heat. She bucked back against me as I ground into her and teased that clit. Another sharp cry, too much or maybe not enough, and I kissed her damp shoulder and moved to nuzzle against her throat as I tried to keep my weight off of her.

With care, I pulled the belt free and eased her arms before rolling onto my back and bringing her with me. She trembled against me, and I cuddled her close, aware of the spreading dampness of cum spattering her thighs and running down her legs onto mine. I didn’t care about that, I just cared about soothing her until she was boneless and soft against me.

“Sir Ian,” she murmured, and a thrill curled through me. “That was very nice.”

“Nice?” I teased. “I need to step up my game.”

“And I am here for it,” she told me with an almost drunken laugh, and then she smiled up at me and I met her kiss as she rolled over to curl against my chest. I drank down her laughter and breathless little sighs, and kept running my hands up