hands were rough, but she didn’t object. Laila was too busy trying to tug off his shirt. Helping her, he yanked it up, tossing it away before stopping to pull down her black jeans. They landed next to his shirt.
She was down to her bra and panties when his patience ended. He gathered her up. Laila instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. A few steps forward let him pin her against the wall, his mouth devouring hers.
Laila was so petite it was easy to lift her high, her lace-clad breasts level with his mouth. He tasted her through the cups, wetting the material with his tongue and tugging with his teeth until her nipple was poking stiffly through it. Shuddering in response, Laila’s nails raked his back, digging in with just the right amount of pressure.
He used his teeth to pull the bra cup down, his mouth settling on the exposed caramel skin before taking the chocolate tip into his mouth. Laving it with his tongue, he shifted to support her with one hand, so the other was free to stroke. He ran his palm up and down her thigh before shifting her panties aside, working his fingers between them to touch her heated folds.
“Mason,” she gasped, her hands scrabbling down to try to reach his zipper.
“Wait.” If she did what he thought she was going to do, this would be over too fast. He’d been waiting too long.
Setting her down, he pressed her shoulders against the wall before bending. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he pushed, following them down. Kneeling in front of her, he pushed her legs apart, wasting no time. His mouth settled on her heat, licking and closing his lips over her clit.
Laila jerked, crying out. She might have fallen if the wall wasn’t supporting most of her weight. Pinning her legs open with the bulk of his body, he held her straining and shivering body while his mouth worked, tongue and lips and teeth moving obsessively…gluttonously.
Salt and sugar in one.
The months of abstinence came rushing back. He broke, giving in to the need. Mason had gone without because only this woman would do. Then Laila was crying his name, urging him up. Tearing at his jeans, he pulled out his already-throbbing erection.
“Please.”
Laila didn’t have to ask twice. Picking her up again, he urged her legs back around his waist as he thrust home.
Tight velvet wrapped around his cock, an agony so sharp and sweet a cry escaped him, too.
Mason flexed, withdrawing and pushing back in with a groan, repeating the sweet torture until he’d set a steady and demanding rhythm. Pulse pounding in time with his thrusts, he let instinct take over, letting loose the reins of his hunger the way he’d only ever been able to with her.
Laila urged him on with whispers and hushed moans that seemed to directly tap into that primitive part of his brain, the one that wanted to consume and possess every inch of her.
So that was what he did. That painful period of want and loss was over. His sweet sugar was here, melting all around him. He was taking her back, making her his, with each hard thrust.
Mason wanted to last, but each deep, penetrating stroke brought him closer to the edge. He fought to hold on a little longer, but pleasure this intense wasn’t mean to last—his heart might give out. Then Laila shuddered, her entire body clamping down on his shaft with a keening wail she couldn’t stifle.
His rhythm stuttered and broke. Losing control, he pistoned in and out, grinding against Laila as his cock throbbed, pulsing. Hot seed jetted as his orgasm tore through him. Pinned to the wall, Laila took all of him, her arms pulling him in tight.
Enervated, Mason leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the wall above Laila’s silky shoulder. Suddenly, it didn’t matter how much he worked out or how fit he was. He was buried in Laila, and he couldn’t catch his breath.
She still panted too, little shivers coursing through her body. Her channel pulsed around him. Although he was spent, he could already feel his hunger stirring again. With Laila, it was never too far.
Peeling them off the wall, he lifted Laila, working her up and down on his cock, which was already hardening in her warmth.
Gasping, Laila twisted to look at him. “Again?”
“Again,” he told her before lowering his mouth for another soul-devouring kiss.
They had a lot of time to make up