“Spread your legs, Mica.” His hand pressed between her thighs, pushing at the inner muscle of one as she trembled before him.
“I don’t know if I can stand up.” Her knees were weak, tremors of pleasure racing through her and stealing her strength.
“I’ll hold you up, baby.” His fingers brushed against the swollen, slick curves of her pu**y as Mica heard the pleading, needy little groan torn from her own throat.
Spreading her legs, she watched, barely daring to breathe now as electric, burning sensation sizzled everywhere he touched her. Parting the saturated curls that covered her pu**y, his fingers stroked through the narrow slit, caressing, stroking down, then up and around her swollen clit, before easing back to the entrance of her pu**y once again. Once there, he rimmed the opening, pressing and rubbing against it firmly.
“I’m going to push my fingers inside you, Mica.” He teased at the opening as her gaze lifted to his, watching the black of his eyes as he stared back at her. “I want to f**k you with my fingers, baby. I need you ready. I need your snug little pu**y so hungry that the pleasure borders pain, and taking me will be easier.”
Her hips tilted forward, the unashamed pleading in the act bringing a rumbling growl from him as his fingers began to ease inside her.
She wasn’t going to be able to stand. She couldn’t. She could feel her legs weakening, becoming rubbery as she fought to stand in place, to take as much pleasure as possible.
As each digit pushed slowly forward, the delicate inner muscles stretched and her juices spilled to his fingers, the pleasure stealing the strength from her body.
She was leaning heavily against him now, eyes closed, the whimpering cries tearing from her throat as her nails bit into his shoulders.
His fingers, the pads a bit calloused, the fingers lean and strong, forged inside her as his head bent, his tongue licking the tender flesh just above her mound.
His fingers pushed farther inside her, a deliberately dominative, quick thrust that filled her halfway and arched her back as a cry tore from her. His fingertips rubbed, caressed and set off a series of internal explosions of pleasure so intense she swore she would melt right there onto the floor.
Exquisite agony raced through her, tightening her pu**y around his fingers, the muscles fluttering around them as convulsive orgasmic clenches overtook the snug inner muscles.
She could feel the moisture gathering and spreading in the narrow channel as he stroked his fingers inside, spreading her flesh, easing it, stretching it with slow, burning intensity.
Her hips writhed, thrusting against his fingers with slow, rolling movements, her breath panting from her chest.
“So sweet and tight.” His lips brushed against her lower stomach as he worked his fingers deeper inside her, scissoring them, stretching her with an exquisite, unbearable pleasure pain.
His tongue licked over her lower stomach before laying in a series of hard, hot kisses that moved steadily lower. His fingers worked inside her pu**y, scissoring, thrusting, his wrists twisting as he f**ked her with smooth, delicious strokes that built the flames burning across her nerve endings.
“You’re killing me,” she cried out desperately as a firm thrust separated and stretched her before his wrist twisted, screwing his fingers inside her and sending a burst of ecstatic pleasure surging through her system.
Rather than answering her, his head went lower, lips parting, and as she watched in amazement, his tongue pressed against her clit before flickering around it with quick, destructive strokes.
Digging her fingers into the heavy strands of hair Mica held on tight and pressed closer, gasping for breath as she tried to hold him nearer to her. To force his lips to her clit rather than his teasing tongue, as she fought to stay upright, to breathe, to maintain sanity.
Oh God, it was so good. The heated moisture of his tongue, the threat of his lips as he laid a perfect, suckling kiss to the sensitive bud.
The pressure sent shards of erotic sensation racing through her and clenching her womb in the desperate need to come. His fingers speared inside her pu**y, stretched and stroked until that need was like a wildfire whipping across her flesh.
Her inner muscles flexed convulsively as the need throbbed through her. Her flesh was too sensitive, the need too intense, as hunger tore through her mind.
“I need you,” she panted, forcing her eyes open to stare down at him. “Please, Navarro, let me come. I need to come.”
That need was burning inside her. It flamed through her pu**y, tightened her clit and clenched her womb as she strained to fall from the edge of the exquisite tension she seemed poised on.
He stared up at her, heavy, thick black lashes shadowing his midnight eyes as he let her watch. Watch his tongue as he licked at her clit with an edge of restrained rapacious hunger and a growl seemed to rumble in his chest.
Firm, latently powerful, his fingers moved inside the violently sensitive flesh of her vagina, working deeper, stretching her sensually as those wicked black eyes stared back up at her, watching as she cried out helplessly and finally felt her legs lose the strength needed to hold her on her feet.
Navarro caught her, one powerful arm wrapping around her hips as he lowered her slowly, so slowly, until she was straddling his bare thighs, the engorged, overly thick length of his c**k pressed between them.
Helpless against the overwhelming hunger beating at her, Mica ground her pu**y against the heavy shaft as Navarro gripped the back of her head, holding it still as his lips covered hers.
The taste of honey was an aphrodisiac to her dazed senses as she felt his hands grip her ass and he rose to his feet in a powerful surge of strength.
Her knees gripped his hips, her lips parting beneath his to accept the thrust of his tongue between them.