“Abram, please,” she begged, her voice raspy.
“Please, precious,” he crooned in a dark, black velvet tone. “Please let me touch you. Just for this moment.” There was no plea in his tone despite the words.
There was nothing but pure, dominant demand.
One hand still held her wrists, his fingers locked around them to hold her in place. His lips lifted from her upper chest, his black eyes flaming with heated hunger as he stared down at her.
The expression on his face had her h*ps arching involuntarily, desperate for more now. cov height="0em">
She couldn’t get enough of him. Each touch had her flesh tingling, aching for more.
The long, powerful fingers cupping her breast lifted it, his gaze holding hers as his head lowered, lips parting, his tongue peeking out to curl around her nipple as his lips met the flushed, swollen flesh.
“Yes,” she hissed roughly as she watched, mesmerized by his lips closing on the tip and the feel of his mouth suddenly drawing on it, his tongue rubbing and stroking the nerve-laden tip. “That’s so good.” She arched again, her back bowing as she pressed her pu**y into the heavy heat of his cock. “It’s so good in your mouth, Abram. So hot.”
She was afraid she was going to come from this alone and she didn’t even care. She just wanted to come. She wanted the explosion tearing through her senses and throwing her into a pleasure she knew was going to leave her aching for more.
Sensation was racing to her clit, to her pu**y. Her womb clenched hard and tight, rippling with nearing ecstasy as she moaned and fought desperately to get closer to him.
The heated, heavy juices of her arousal were saturating her pu**y now, as well as the cotton that covered his leg where it pressed into her.
A cry tore from her as his teeth pressed against the hard nipple, sensitizing it further. He raked them against it, then drew it back, sucked it inside, and licked over it.
The different sensations were killing her with pleasure.
“What are you doing to me?” she gasped. “Oh God, Abram, it’s so good. So good.”
His head lifted to allow his lips to smooth over her nipple. “I’m pleasuring you, baby,” he growled. “And how I’ve dreamed of pleasuring you.”
Paige pushed her head deeper into the pillow behind her as she lifted, trying to get closer.
“I can’t think,” she cried out. “Let me think.”
She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t draw in enough oxygen to push the sound free.
As she fought for breath, fought to find a way to think, to consider what she was doing, she felt his hand move from the curve of her breast, his fingers stroking, rubbing, easing slowly down her torso, over her lower stomach, then brushing against the light growth of curls at the top of her sex.
Her fingers curled against his hand as his fingers slid through the slick, saturated slit of her pu**y. He parted the swollen folds, the roughened fingertips rubbing and stroking until his fingers found her straining c0">Her finrawing another cry from her lips.
She loved it. Each touch. It was incredible.
It was like little flares of lightning piercing her cl*t each time he stroked around it, sending flames to caress her pu**y.
Her h*ps jerked, pushing closer, feeling his fingers rake against the opening of her saturated cunt. She could feel her juices, thick and heated as they coated the folds and then his fingers.
The need for more, the need to have his fingers filling her was making her crazy.
“What do you want, Paige?” he groaned, his voice rough. “Tell me, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”
“You know what I want,” she protested weakly.
She couldn’t think. She couldn’t make sense of the impulses surging through her system.
“Let me hear it,” he demanded roughly. “Tell me what you want. How should I touch you?”
She shook her head, imperatively. So many fantasies. She wanted so much, needed so much. How was she supposed to settle for just one touch?
“How sweet and soft your pu**y feels, Paige.” His lips moved against her ni**les again. “I love the feel of it against my fingers, but I want to feel it on my tongue. The way your juices feel, the tug of your pu**y as I f**k my tongue inside you. The feel of you coming on my tongue—”