jerked upward, to him, not away from him, and then his lips closed around the pearl of flesh. Suckling.
Sending her straight into screaming pleasure.
But not oblivion. Because it could only be this sweet by not forgetting who it was that treated her with such passionate care.
* * *
GAGE GROANED IN PLEASURE as he took Skye over. She was trembling, her body shaking through an orgasm fiery and strong. Sue him, but he felt ten feet tall, and hornier than he’d ever been in his life. He eased up on her sensitive skin, delicately lapping at her flesh before lifting away from her.
One of her hands fell to his shoulder, and he took it in his, kissing her knuckles as he moved to the pillow beside her. She was watching him with half-closed eyes. “Um...”
“Yum,” he said again, helpfully.
The outline of her lips had been smudged by his kisses, making her mouth more red. Definitely swollen. The corners turned up and she gave him a reluctant smile. “You are bad.”
“I am good,” he said, leaning in to kiss her chin, her cheek, the downy arch of her dark eyebrow. “I am very, very good. Admit it.”
“I can’t deny that, but...” Her expression was too serious.
“It’s okay to have fun, Skye. We can play here, honey.”
She appeared uncertain. So he teased her with a flurry of baby kisses, pecking them on her face and down her neck until she giggled at the tickling and pushed at his chest. He grabbed her shoulders then, flipping to his back and bringing her over him.
Her body went still, as his cock pressed into her belly. Then her eyes rounded and her muscles tensed. “Do you have condoms? If you don’t—”
“I have condoms.”
She relaxed. “Okay, then,” she said, looking at him expectantly.
When he didn’t move, she frowned. “Do you want me to get them?”
“The condoms?”
“Of course, the condoms.” She wiggled against him, forcing him to clamp his hands on her butt before they wouldn’t need a rubber after all.
“We’ve got something to do before that,” he told her.
“What something?” She squirmed again, and he laid a light slap on one tempting buttock. “Ouch,” she protested. “What was that for?”
“For forgetting the promise I made to you.”
A line developed between her eyebrows. “What—”
And then he saw she remembered, her eyelids flaring, her whole body heating in his arms. “I can’t,” she whispered. “You won’t.”
“You can. I will.” She’d come again before he entered her. Two times, just as he’d told her.
He watched her mouth open, and expected more argument, but then she just dipped her head and treated him to a lavish, wet kiss. He groaned, twisting again to take her under him. But she was like an eel, squeezing out from beneath his larger frame to gain advantage.
The bed turned into a sweet battleground then. She was determined to make him break, he decided as she held down his shoulders and extracted more kisses. Probably thought she could get him to cry “Uncle” or at least “condom.” But he was determined and she was already turned on again, her breath panting as he flipped her to the mattress and turned his attention to her breasts.
They were so pretty, soft and full, with hard nipples that he pressed against the roof of his mouth just to hear her moan. His palm slid down her belly and over her hip and he knew he was winning when her knee canted to the side, instinctively asking for his touch. Still teasing her breasts, he brought his hand to her swollen, flowered flesh, reveling in the slick heat there. He slid his thumb to her clitoris just as he sucked harder on her tight nipple and she was gone again just like that, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as her hips pulsed.
In the aftermath, her arms and legs were splayed across the mattress in exhausted abandon. Running his gaze over her, he chuckled. “You look like a victim of disaster.”
One eye opened. “Disaster? Is that what you call yourself?”
He grinned at her. “I call myself Stunning Sex Man, because I believe I just delivered two spectacular orgasms.”
Both of her eyes were staring at him now. “Stunning Sex Man?”
“New superhero. Bounds into bedrooms and dispenses incredible, passionate experiences to beautiful women.”
She frowned. He wondered if she might object to the “women” aspect of his job description. Instead, she tapped her chest with a finger. “I want a superhero name. What could I be?”
“I don’t know... Didn’t you meet with a repairman