“Are you sure it’s one you want to play?” she asked. “Don’t make demands you can’t back up, Navarro.”
She touched him.
She was dying to touch him.
With her fingertips alone she caressed down his chest, stopping just short of the straining length of his cock, feeling his abdomen clench beneath her touch, stomach and thighs tightening to iron-hard tension.
Hers.
He was hers.
Swallowing tightly, she fought to breathe as his fingers cupped her breast, thumb raking over the swollen, hardened tip of her nipple.
“Please,” she whispered.
She needed. She needed so much more than he was giving her. A firmer touch. The heated, erotic pleasure and the burn of his c**k working inside her.
And more.
So much more.
As she stood beneath his touch, feeling his fingertips rasping against her nipple, stroking a hunger and a need that clenched her womb and had her hips jerking forward.
The sensitive flesh of her pu**y raked against his hard thigh, the swollen, slick bud of her clit. It pulsed.
Throbbed.
Spreading her thighs, Mica breathed in roughly as the hard muscle of his upper leg pressed forward, the pressure against her clit sending a stroke of agonizing need racing through every cell of her body as one hard hand gripped her hip and jerked her forward on the heated flesh.
“Navarro.” Weak, pulsing with hunger and dazed, oh God, she felt so dazed, so weak, but strong enough to grip his shoulders with desperate fingers and to clench her thighs around his to ride the incredible pleasure rushing through her. “Oh God, it’s so good. So hot.”
His head lowered, his lips brushing against her shoulder just before his teeth raked it sensually.
“It’s going to get hot,” he growled at her ear as he caught the lobe for just a second before releasing it with a quick lick and moving his lips to her neck.
“You know what you’ve done.” His voice was now closer to a growl. “Don’t you, Amaya?”
“I didn’t do it.” She breathed in roughly, her head falling back as a low, drawn-out moan escaped her lips and her hips rode his thigh harder, fighting for release, feeling it surge through her.
“You knew.” He nipped the sensitive flesh of her neck, the pleasure burning through her womb and into her cunt.
Clenching. Slick, hot moisture easing along the walls of her vagina, creating an internal caress as Navarro’s hard thigh created a friction against her clit. Her hips rolled. Her juices heated her cunt walls as she felt it easing past the swollen folds to heat the flesh of thigh.
His lips moved lower, his tongue licking along the base of her neck.
“I didn’t know.” She gasped.
He bent lower, his lips moving to the swollen mound below as one hand cupped her breast, lifting it to his lips.
His lips covered the engorged peak, sucked it and sent a maelstrom of brutal sensation surging through her. Her fingers sank into his hair, clenched. Arching into his hold, desperate to press the hardened flesh deeper into the hot cavern of his mouth, Mica was all but sobbing with the need for more.
She knew what was coming, but she hadn’t known what to expect.
She actually felt the spicy heat of the mating hormone against her sensitive nipple. As he sucked the violently sensitive bud, a hint of the swollen glands raked against it.
She was dying for him.
His touch.