as the heat. “Please,” she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for anymore. The slow thrust and drag of his fingers was only a miniscule reminder of what was to come.
“You want me?” he breathed. “You want my mouth on your pussy, sucking it until you scream, or my cock back inside it? Tell me how you need it, and I’ll give it to you.” His tongue darted once over her clit. She nearly had a seizure. Her hips wouldn’t remain still, undulating against his plunging fingers in a perfectly sensuous and torturous rhythm.
As good as it was, it wouldn’t compare to a blinding climax with him buried deep inside her, impossibly thick, impossibly hard. She needed it. “Your cock,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
Oh no, was he really going to make her do this?
“I want you inside me,” she said. There could be no mistaking it that time. “Now.”
He didn’t seem to mind the order. Quickly, he stripped his jeans the rest of the way off. At last. When he stretched out over her again, she cradled him between her legs and wrapped her arms around his naked flesh, her breathing harsh and irregular. Her trembling had never really subsided—now it doubled. His lips sought hers. She sighed as their tongues swirled around each other, tasting the faintest hint of herself on him. When he glided back into her body, the cry that wrenched from her throat must have sounded deceptively painful.
“Okay?”
“Don’t stop.”
That was the beauty of this, knowing he wouldn’t, knowing he would take her there as many times as she needed to go. Confident now in her well-being, he unleashed his strength on her. She was more than ready for it, locking her ankles behind his back and hanging on for dear life, letting him exorcise all these months of accumulated frustration. She clung to him, taking it all and giving it back to him. Ecstasy had made her blind, but when he rolled them over so that she was on top, she vowed it wouldn’t make her weak too.
A very fine sheen of sweat coated his chest, glistening in the lamplight. His body was nothing short of a work of art from his hard lines and planes to his ink; she’d only caught a glimpse of all of it but already knew she wanted desperately to run her tongue along those hip dips.
Later. The wicked glint in his eye was too enticing, and he felt too damn good inside her.
She squeezed her internal muscles and grinned at his reaction. His fingers bit into her thighs, and his chin tilted up. “Fuck, woman.”
“Don’t forget how much I like to ride.”
He groaned in agony. “Crap. I’m dead.”
She leaned down and grasped his chin, locking gazes with him. “I’ll go easy on you.”
His laugh sounded pained, and she couldn’t help but enjoy the amazement in his expression. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”
She rolled her hips, and his voice became lost in a growl. His hands roamed up to cup her breasts, and she covered his fingers with her own, keeping up the pace and the angle that had him hitting all the right spots inside her. She’d wanted to deny there was something to be said for the piercing, but she’d have to be a fool—or a liar. When she leaned back just so…
Oh. My. God.
She gasped his name. Her rhythm became erratic, lost to passion. Pleasure, hot and molten, pooled low in her belly. Her first orgasm was usually her most intense, but he was going to shatter everything she thought she knew about herself and sex. One of his hands slid down so his thumb could circle her clit, and there was no fighting it. Her thighs locked down on his hips; her body clamped hard on him. The world exploded.
She collapsed over him as wave after wave swept through her, each contraction seeming to allow him deeper. So deep she didn’t think she could take any more, but she did. He murmured insanely wicked things in her ear. And just as the maelstrom was ending for her, he was caught up in his own.
He flipped her underneath him as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, crushing her to the mattress. His sexy growl in her ear as he pushed deep and shuddered had her thinking enough naughty thoughts to keep them both occupied all night long. She stroked his back as he came, scoring him lightly with her fingernails. Judging