let go. I’d never been the center of a man’s attention like that before.
I slipped my hands over his torso, skimming over rippled abdominal muscles and the hard planes of his chest. The sounds he made at my touch were more pain than pleasure, but when I paused, he canted his hips, bringing the hot, hard length of him directly against my heat again.
“Again?” I squeaked.
To hold on and attempt some level of control, I slid my fingers into the thick, soft curls at his nape and gently tugged. With a moan, he smoothed a hand down my back to the curve of my ass and tucked me closer to his body. I rolled my hips into his. “I—you’re addictive. I can’t stop.”
I trembled in his arms. “Then don’t.”
I shivered as he kissed me softly before shifting me, so my head was closer to the headboard. He then settled his body between my legs, tracing a path of kisses from my lips to my jaw, to the sensitive hollow between my neck and my ear.
Leaning down, he breathed soft kisses on first one, then the other nipple, each responding to his caress by instantly budding into hard little peaks. Focusing his attention on one, he drew the dark bud into his mouth, taking greedy tugs while his thumb teased the other.
I bucked, and my back bowed as pleasure reverberated through my body.
“Yes, I need more. I can’t stop.” Kannon panted hard. “I feel like I’m on fire. You drive me crazy. You know that?”
Sure fingers slid through my lips, seeking my center, and he met my gaze as he found his quarry. Dark eyes, wild with lust, gazed at me, watching my reaction as his questing finger found the center of my torment.
I cried out as he gently sank into me and he held perfectly still except for his questing finger, gently exploring and retreating, occasionally detouring to swirl around my clit but always returning to delve just a little deeper inside me.
“Jesus, you are so tight. So hot…” He bit his bottom lip as he sank in with two fingers and his thumb traced circles on my clit.
Molten heat spread through my body. I parted my legs to give him even better access to my folds. “Kannon…”
Instead of coaxing a response from me, he demanded one, and my body gave him what he wanted. His thigh wedged between my legs, bringing him in contact with my throbbing clit.
I could feel the heat and hardness of his leg muscles and the friction he applied to my sweet spot. My hips gave an involuntary jerk, and he gave me a satisfied grunt.
He left a trail of buzzing nerve endings in his wake as his hand traveled up my belly, then my ribs, to my breast. His lips slid back over mine as his thumb skimmed the underside of my breast. Another shot of lust hit me hard, and I rocked my hips on his thigh. When he did it again, I threw my head back.
He trailed kisses along my jawline, then dipped his head farther to my neck. He traced a thumb over my nipple, and I cried out. Moisture and heat rushed to my center, and the building need tipped me close to the edge of ecstasy. It wouldn’t take much. Just one more stroke from his deft fingers, maybe two.
“Jesus, you are so beautiful,” he whispered.
He adjusted his position, so he was between my thighs again. The broad tip of his erection nudged me, and my eyes flew open as my fingers curled into his shoulders. “Condom.” My eyes locked on his.
He gave me a wild grin. “Look down.”
I glanced down between us, and he was in fact sheathed again. “But when—?”
“I woke up hard as a rock and figured I might be able to make you feel good again.”
I tried to bite back my smile. “Presumptuous, but I’ll allow it.”
He slid just the tip inside me, and my eyes flew open. God he was big. And I was sore. But I knew that would only last for a moment. In seconds I’d be on my way to the holy grail of more orgasms, so who was I to argue?
“Presumptuous, hmm?” He slid in even farther, then stopped, giving me time to adjust. He shuddered and my pussy clamped around him so hard his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.
“Goddamn, you are so damn tight.”
With a whispered curse, he pulled back and then slid forward all