Need Me - M. Malone Page 0,38
to see what I’ll do. I reach underneath and unhook my bra before sliding it off. His eyes land on the scar that runs down the side of my right breast like a red smile. Then he bows his head and places a gentle kiss there, like he’s soothing it. Soothing me.
He lavishes the left breast with the same attention before his tongue trails down my stomach. My hips move with him, eagerly anticipating the moment his lips will reach the place that aches for him. When his mouth finally, finally, covers my pussy my hips buck up off the bed, the pleasure too sharp to hold still.
“Ariana. My beautiful little devil. You even taste like trouble.”
My hands slide into his hair as his tongue rolls over my folds, playing with me like a piece of candy he doesn’t want to eat too fast. Back and forth, every lick taking me closer and closer to heaven. My thighs shake but he doesn’t let up until I’m screaming his name and gasping for breath.
He looks a little too satisfied with himself so when he leans back, I follow. Carefully, I slide onto the floor, on my knees next to him. He groans when I hook my fingers in the sides of his boxer briefs, tugging gently. He’s so hard that he pops out immediately and I lick the tip, circling the head gently.
“Ariana, I’m too worked up. I don’t think I can take this.”
Ignoring him, I fist his entire length with a tight grip while lavishing the head with soft suctioning kisses. As his breath comes harder, I take him deeper, staring into his eyes as he bumps the back of my throat.
It’s a challenge to take him that far but the look on his face makes it worth the effort. He groans and his fingers clench the sheets beside us, flexing with every pull of my mouth.
“Ari?”
His hands are in my hair now, trying to pull me away. But instead, I use my hand to stroke him softly before going back in to deep throat again.
“Oh god.” He chants it now, a steady rhythm of words before it switches to Italian and I don’t understand anymore.
Seeing him like this, completely at my mercy ratchets my own arousal higher. Especially when he opens his eyes again and our eyes connect while I’m taking him so deep.
“Fuck. I have to–”
At his anguished rasp, I stop immediately, chuckling when he groans. I need him inside me. I need to hold him closer.
He seems to sense my desperation because he leans over the bed to find his wallet.
“If I don’t have a condom I’m going to cry,” he jokes.
I lean over and pull open the nightstand. “There’s a box in here.”
He grabs it. I watch as he rips open the box and pulls out a strip of protection. With some guys the condom thing is awkward and I usually find a reason not to look. But not with Vin. His dark eyes stay on mine as he rolls on a condom, stroking himself the whole way.
My cheeks heat. Trust Vin to make putting on a condom a show.
When he climbs back in bed, I let out a sigh of satisfaction at the first touch of our naked bodies. Our skin sliding together feels so good.
His groan tells me he feels the same.
“Tell me what you want, my little devil.”
Gentle suctioning kisses cover my throat in between his words. All while his hips move with a slow, grinding rhythm.
“You. Inside me.”
His hand moves down to test my readiness and his sharp intake of breath tells me he loves what he finds. One finger curls deep, rubbing until I gasp his name. Then he grabs my thigh and wraps it around his waist.
I cry out when he thrusts deep, sliding right where I need him. My hips move with his like we’ve done this before a million times. With him, it’s natural. I don’t feel like I have to act sexy or do anything to make it good.
It’s good because it’s us.
It’s great because I love him.
“Vin. Please.”
My pussy clenches and his hands tighten under my bottom. The unexpected caress there throws my orgasm into overdrive. I can barely hang on as I splinter apart, screaming his name.
“Ari. My sweet girl.” His words devolve into a jumble of Italian until he pauses, his hips jerking in short, sharp thrusts like his pleasure is being pulled out of him.
The aftermath feels like we just survived a shipwreck.