Need became a desperate hunger raging through her system as her skin felt flushed, heat surging through her as her juices wept from her pu**y to coat the hardened shaft grinding against it.
Mica felt her back meet the bed, Navarro rising over her, his lips eating at hers as his tongue licked and stroked, spreading the heated almost taste of honey to her tongue.
And she wanted more than that almost taste. More than his c**k grinding against her mound. More than just his kisses.
As his tongue thrust between her lips once again, Mica found her lips closing on it, sucking it inside as Navarro froze against her for her a heart-stopping second.
But it was there. That taste, so beguiling, mixed with the heat and surging adrenaline born of a hunger she could no longer control. As she sucked at his tongue, that taste seemed to spread through her system, still light, with a heated nuance that had her moaning into his kiss as he began moving once again.
His hips shifted, the hard shaft dragging across her sensitized clit as the engorged crest raked over the swollen, slick folds.
He tucked against the entrance as Mica shifted her knees and felt the blooming ache, a sense of wantonness that filled her veins as the sensation of heat began to build.
Navarro tensed further, a muttered groan dragged from his chest; she could have sworn she heard a growl, a desperate rejection of something as his body jerked against her.
Then her breath caught. That heat that had begun at the entrance seemed to fill her vagina, at first bringing almost a sense of numbness before it became so sensitive, the nerve endings so incredibly acute, that nothing mattered but easing the internal ache building out of control.
“Mica. I’m sorry.” The words whispered at her ear made no sense, but a second later, the feel of that heat suffusing her again, the feel of his c**k flexing, thrusting into her, almost had her pausing.
She should be frightened of something. Wary. But there was too much pleasure, too much need. Her knees tightened at his hips, her hips shifting, pressing against him until the engorged head wedged inside the tender opening and sent pulses of exultant pleasure raging through her pu**y.
The impression of heat surging through her, the flex of the wide head of his cock, the feel of the iron-hot flesh working inside her, rasping over the hypersensitive nerve endings, sent her senses spinning. Desperation was building inside her, incoherent pleas escaping her lips as she writhed beneath him.
“Mica.” Hard, rasping, the growl that left his throat was primal, hungry. “Hold on to me, Amaya.”
She was holding as tight as possible. Arching forward, she worked her pu**y against the hard stalk of flesh beginning to penetrate her.
Then he was moving, his hips shifting, rotating, screwing the throbbing flesh deeper inside her as elation surged through her.
If pleasure could be violent, painful, then that’s what this was. Each sensation was so sharp, so incredibly vibrant she wondered if she could bear it.
Each thrust stretched her farther, his hardened flesh raking over the tender muscle as he worked his c**k deeper. The impalement was agony and bliss. Each stroke, each thrust that lodged him farther inside her sent her senses spinning further out of control.
“Please, please.” She could barely breathe; there was no thought, no reality but the feel of him taking her now. “More, Navarro. Oh God, I need you.”
She couldn’t get enough. He wasn’t deep enough inside her. She wanted more of him. Harder. Hotter.
The next thrust speared to the center of her and dragged a breathless, agonized cry from her throat.
She could feel his c**k throbbing, heat spilling into her, and a distant part of her realized, knew what was happening. The unthinkable.
Her fingers clenched against the powerful muscles of his biceps, nails digging in as her hips writhed beneath him, her knees tightening further against his hardened thighs as he began to thrust inside her.
Spearing into her, the wide shaft of his c**k began stroking, surging over tissue and nerve endings that screamed out for release. The burning ache that centered beneath her clit seemed impossible to sate, to satisfy. Each stroke only intensified the need, intensified the fire burning in the pit of her womb.
She couldn’t get enough of him.
She wanted to scream in desperation, in a hunger that tore at her senses and had her thrusting desperately against him.
His hand locked onto her hips, and still she fought his hold.
She couldn’t get close enough. He wasn’t thrusting hard enough.
“Still,” he commanded, his voice rough, so primal it stroked against her senses with the same reaction as to his c**k stroking inside her pu**y. It pushed her higher, yet she couldn’t seem to fly, couldn’t seem to find the release she was suddenly craving like an addict craving a fix.
She ignored the order to stay still, to simply take. Her hips jerked against his, fought his hold until suddenly, he jerked back from her.
“No!” She was reaching for him, her eyes flaring open to stare up at the savagely hewn expression on his face as he suddenly gripped her shoulders, pulled her to a sitting position, then flipped her to her stomach.