And he didn't bother with explanations.
In that second his head lowered, his lips slanting over hers as his tongue licked and then pressed demandingly between her lips.
Immediately the taste of spice exploded in her mouth. Heat sur-iounded her, whipped through her mind, then cell by cell began to invade her body.
She thought the clawing, driving hunger for his touch, his kiss, couldn't get worse.
She was wrong.
Exploding fingers of sensation began to tear through her nerve endings. Her womb clenched, knotted. The already aching flesh between her thighs began to burn with a spasming, violent need.
She screamed into his kiss, rising on her tiptoes for more, pressing against him, trying to sink into the heat emanating from beneath his clothing.
He tore his lips from hers, his breathing rough, harsh as she tried to claw up his body and capture his lips again.
"That f**king pill." His voice was animalistic, rough, hungry.
"No. Kiss me again." She pulled his hair, dragging his head back down until his lips covered hers again, a groan tearing from his throat as her tongue pushed between his lips. It was wildfire. It was destructive. She could feel the flames licking over her body, pinpoints of electricity sensitizing her flesh. And pleasure—the pleasure was overwhelming.
She felt him pick her up. Lifting her from her feet as she lifted her legs, bending them to clasp his hips as the fiery hot length of his erection suddenly seared the folds of her cunt. He was moving. Walking. Sweet heaven, how was he
walking?
He pulled his lips back again, his movements jerky as he braced her rear on the kitchen island and jerked open the small plastic container.
He pushed the pill between her lips.
"Swallow it," he growled. "Now, Lyra." He was moving against her, his c**k sliding in the juices of her sex as he stared down at her fiercely, raking the tender bud of her clit, sending spasms of sensation ripping through her belly.
She swallowed the pill before her gaze dropped to her thighs.
She whimpered.
"Do it," she whispered, watching the bloated head of his c**k part her and then slide up, raking against her clit.
"Damn," his voice was filled with lust, with a strengthening demand as his fingers caught in her hair, pulling her head back to force her gaze to his. "I told you. I'm eating that sweet pu**y first."
"I can't wait, Tarek," she whimpered, her hands pulling at his shirt, amazed as the buttons tore free, revealing his golden chest. "Now. I need it now."
"You can wait."
But he wasn't about to.
Her eyes widened as he pushed her back, spreading her thighs as he lifted her legs and buried his head between them. The first swipe of his tongue through the sensitive slit of her cunt had her screaming. He licked at her, lapping at the juices spilling from her vagina as he groaned against her flesh. She had never imagined such agonizing pleasure. She writhed beneath him, twisting, bucking against his mouth as he circled her clit, only to move lower to lap at her again. He nibbled at the sensitive lips, parted her, and then suddenly, astonishingly, drove his tongue inside her. She exploded in a firestorm of blazing pleasure as his tongue f**ked inside her with hard, blistering strokes. Her muscles clenched, shuddered, and more heated liquid spilled to his greedy lips. And still, it wasn't enough.
She was gasping, tears dampening her face as she shuddered a final time, staring up at him as he straightened between her thighs.
"Tarek?" She sobbed his name beseechingly. "I need more." She was exhausted, but the fire burning in her womb was never-ending.
"Shh, baby." He lifted her quickly in his arms. "I refuse to take you on the kitchen counter, Lyra. I won't do it." He stumbled as her legs wrapped around him, clasping his hips tight, her clit rubbing against the shaft of his c**k as he began to carry her to the stairs.
"I won't make it upstairs." She was riding the thick wedge, the agonizing pleasure ripping through her mind.
If she could just get the right position. Just a little higher…
She felt the thickly crested head part her, lodge against the tender opening before his first step onto the stairs forced it inside her.
He stumbled, growling, one arm locked around her as he braced his hand to the wall, breathing harshly.