His hold.
“Kiss me.” She needed his taste in her mouth, that hint of sweetened honey rushing through her. She was addicted to him, addicted to his taste, addicted to the intensity of the pleasure that would rage through her once the heat of the hormone hit her system.
And he didn’t make her wait long.
His head lifted from her breast, one hand tangled in the long curls of her hair, and pulled her hair back as his lips covered hers with a fiery, deepening hunger. She felt his arm wrap around her hips as he lifted her.
She expected the bed.
She expected him to lay her down, but instead she found herself perched on the back of the couch that sat in the middle conversation area of the suite, her thighs spread, lifted, and his c**k pressing against her.
A hard spurt of fluid jetted against the opening of her pu**y, spreading fire inside and out as the engorged head of his c**k began to stretch the tender opening. She felt it again, heated, numbing and sensitizing at once as Mica felt her pu**y clenching tighter around the head of his c**k as he began working it inside her.
His hips moved, shifting, rolling, pressing.
She was tighter than ever before, each spurt of mating fluid that splashed into the sensitive flesh tightening her cunt further, sending convulsive ripples through the clenching muscles milking him inside her.
Her juices were flowing, slick and hot, yet still, she was tight, clenching, milking his dick inside her as she arched into each rolling press of his hips.
Dazed, she looked down, the sight of his cock, so thick and engorged, spreading the folds of her pu**y, the slickened flesh clinging to the darkly flushed shaft as he pressed farther inside.
“Harder.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Pleasure was a rush of flames spreading through every inch of her body. Heat suffused her, rushed through her until she was crying out with it.
“More,” she moaned, arching closer. “Navarro, please.”
It wasn’t enough. Not enough sensation, not enough of the pleasure or pain she craved with every fiber of her being.
His hips jerked, thrust in deeper, and sent a wave of ecstatic pleasure burning through her.
“Say it,” he growled. It was definitely a growl. A hard, chest deep rumble as he jerked against her, thrusting harder, pushing deeper into the agonizingly tight flesh as another spurt of mating fluid squirted inside her.
His c**k throbbed with each pulsing ejaculation and still, she tightened, clenched, and cried out for more.
“Fuck. Too tight,” he groaned, his back arching as her gaze lifted, watching as a rivulet of perspiration eased down the tight muscles of his chest.
Pulling back, then thrusting again, his hips straining as she arched and ground herself closer. She was shaking, shuddering with need. She couldn’t get enough. He wasn’t deep enough.
“Fuck this!”
Navarro jerked back, dragging the engorged shaft from the greedy flesh as she cried out and fought to get closer, to keep him from taking the pleasure from her.
“Come here.”
Before she understood, his hands were pulling her to her feet and turning her, and he bent her longways over the back of the couch as he lifted one leg and guided it to the armrest at her side. Her knee dug into the padded cushion as his c**k pressed against her again.
The fluid filled her, his engorged flesh began pushing inside her, stretching her with a pleasure and pain that had her crying out in desperation, pressing back, taking him, her pu**y milking his flesh until with a final hard thrust, he buried his full length inside her.
She was crazed with pleasure. It was past ecstasy. It flew past rapture.
Each burning spurt of mating fluid ratcheted the sensation until the pleasure was vicious, raging through her until Mica arched, crying out weakly as she felt the first, explosive release as it ripped through her, lifted her to her tiptoes and had her shuddering in pure, white-hot rapture.
And she knew it wasn’t over.
Before he came, Navarro pulled the swollen length of his c**k from her pu**y, and before she could assimilate to the change, he was rubbing the engorged head against the tender, previously untouched, virgin flesh of her anus.
Mica stilled as his hand gripped her hip and the rough, growling order to “still” rumbled behind her.