Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,65

your what?” Abe teased her with those fingers, caressing her through the gusset of her panties. “Did you mean to say your pussy?”

Shivering—and proving she was still delightfully susceptible to a bit of dirty talk from him—Sarah pushed down his jeans and underwear at the same time. She closed her fingers around his cock before he could step out of the clothes.

“Jesus, Sarah, I—” He lost his mind and his words as Sarah went down on her knees in front of him.

Flicking her eyes up to meet his gaze, she took his cock into her mouth.

Abe’s grunt of pleasure had her lashes lowering as she sank into her self-imposed task. He realized he was tugging too hard on her hair, tried to get himself to relax, but oh, sweet fuck— The sight of his wife with her lips stretched around his cock, the feel of her tongue pressing up against his length, the heated wet, her nails digging into the backs of his thighs as she gripped him with open possessiveness.

Abe barely managed to give Sarah a warning that he was about to come.

She pulled away her mouth but then gave him that sultry smile of hers he only ever saw in bed, and cupped her breasts in sensual invitation. Abe lost it. Gripping his cock as his balls drew up impossibly tight, he came all over his wife’s full breasts.

Legs shaky afterward, he somehow untangled himself from his clothes, then tugged Sarah to her feet. “That was hot.” He kissed her, one hand gripping the back of her head as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Her throaty moan was all the encouragement he needed.

Shoving down her panties to partway down her thighs, he touched her between her legs, felt how swollen she was, how wet. Her body clamped down on the single finger he slid inside her. Brain hazing, he withdrew the finger and said, “Hold that thought.”

First he stripped off her panties, then he tugged her into the bathroom.

Using a wet facecloth to wipe her breasts clean after lifting her up onto the counter, he kissed her again and again. She didn’t resist, hooking one of her legs around his hip, her arms locked around his neck. He’d come blindingly hard just before, but he’d been wanting Sarah forever. He knew he’d be ready again soon. He decided to spend the time driving his wife crazy.

Petting her thigh, he flicked out his tongue to tease one nipple, then the other before getting serious and sucking one to luscious wetness. At the same time, he ran one finger along the seam of her sex, putting just enough pressure on her clit to make her tremble.

“Abe.”

He released her nipple after one last flick of his tongue and inserted a finger inside her slick sheath. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

A clenching of her inner muscles, her lips shaping a single word. “You.”

Groaning, he managed to wedge in another finger. “You can take a third, can’t you, Sarah?” His fingers were thick, but his cock was thicker.

Bracing her hands behind her on the counter, Sarah arched into his fingers in a silent answer. He pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit as he began to push a third finger inside. The pressure was exactly what Sarah needed. Screaming, she held on to his wrist with one hand as her body spasmed around him, those hidden feminine muscles promising his cock so much pleasure that it came back to life in a rock-hard surge.

Pulling out his fingers—and inciting a cry of pure feminine outrage that made him grin—Abe spread her thighs wide and, pulling her forward, thrust deep inside her in a single motion while she was still in the throes of orgasm. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her head fell back, his name falling from her lips over and over.

“You feel too damn good,” he groaned. “But don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of stamina thanks to your sexy mouth.”

“Oh God, Abe.”

He rode her through the last shudders of her first orgasm, then got to work on heating her up for a second. And a third. She was boneless when he finally came inside her, when he marked her in the most intimate way possible.

Holding her cuddled up against him, their bodies yet one, he hoped she knew he was loving her.

SARAH LAY IN BED AFTERWARD, her mind hazy and her breath still short.

Abe had always done this to her, turned her into a mass of trembling flesh