The Price of Inertia (The Seven Sins #4) - Lily Zante Page 0,79
taking care of.
I pick up my towel and go to cover myself but he stops me. “No.”
“No?”
In answer, his lips trail down my shoulder and down to my breasts. He sucks hungrily at one, teasing and nipping gently with his teeth, making me feel loose and wet. Liquid heat swirls around in my stomach and lower. When he turns his attention to my other breast, I run my hand through his damp hair and yank a handful of it, holding onto it as a wave of excitement showers over me. He kisses and sucks, making satisfying sounds deep in his throat, as if he’s craved this for a long, long time. I throw my head back, lost in the wet heat that binds us together.
“I haven’t had sex for over a year,” he states, as if it’s the most normal thing to announce at a time like this.
“For a year?” He’ll be hungry for it, and I intend to be the one he feasts on. “That’s a long time.” His hair is cold and silky against my hand. The harder he sucks my breast, the more I want him. My skin tingles with electric sparks. I am intoxicated by him, by the new and strange turn of events. Knowing he has gone without for so long, makes me want him right now.
And then he does something that makes me jolt. He slides his finger inside me. It’s so unexpected, so glorious, so perfect, that I cry out with joy. He puts another finger inside. No foreplay, no rubbing or tweaking of my clit, just a straight up thrust of this long, thick fingers. I want to come so hard. I can’t help myself. Ward plays me like an instrument, making me mewl and sigh with abandon. I moan with each tantalizing grope of his fingers.
If he continues, I will come. And I don’t want to. Not like this. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, trying to tug at it hopelessly, so that I can yank it up and over his head, but I can’t keep my eyes on the prize, not when he’s stroking my clit like that. My brain has fogged over and I’m good for nothing right now. “This isn’t fair,” I whisper. “You’re fully dressed.”
Without a word he stops, moves his hand away and strips off. Completely.
I can’t take my eyes off his beautiful body. It’s hard, and taut and lean. My mouth waters at the sight of his glorious cock with its glistening tip.
We tumble back on my bed, naked at last, rolling around until he gets on top of me, The feel of him against me, his hot bare skin against mine, his hard wet cock, stabbing and leaving a wet trail where he touches me, makes my heart beat so loud, I’m sure he can hear it.
He lowers his head, our gazes unflinching. “What do you want, Mari?”
That’s easy. “All of you.”
“All of me?”
“All ten inches,” I giggle.
He throws his head back, hooting with laughter. “You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“Like this? Here?”
“Yes, like this, here.” I wish he’d stop the questions and get on with the action.
He chews his lip, his expression sobering. I prepare myself for a knock back. “What?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
Of course he doesn’t. I like that he doesn’t carry one around with him.
“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” I mumble as our lips brush together.
“I don’t have one there either.”
I huff out in disbelieve.
“I didn’t think I would need one,” he explains, putting his mouth to my breast again.
The fogginess in my brain clears. “I’m clean,” I announce. “And I’m on the pill.” He stops sucking and stares at me, his moist lips the only point of focus for me as I dive back into my murky past. “My … uh … the guy I was with before, he cheated on me. He got someone pregnant. So I got tested to make sure he hadn’t given me something. That’s why I know I’m clean. And if you haven’t had sex for—”
Ward lifts up on one elbow. “He cheated on you?” I nod, a part of my brain telling me that he’s focused on the part of the sentence I least expected. We can fuck now. I won’t get pregnant and he won’t catch anything. Instead, he presses his lips to mine gently. “I’m sorry someone did that to you.”
I kiss him back, because his lips are full and wet, and because I’m hungry for him in a desperate, shameless way.