Another stroke and his hands flew to my tangled mop of curls. He gave my head a slight pull, asking for my mouth, not demanding it. That was a nice change.
I lowered to the deck and knelt before him.
“Wait.” He lifted me to wedge a pillow beneath my legs, his hands trembling violently as they returned to my hair.
“Has anyone ever done this for you?”
“It’s been a very long time.” He closed his eyes, his expression taut.
“How long?”
“Two years.”
“Since you’ve had any sexual relations?”
“Yes.” He bit out the syllable, jaw clenched.
I thrilled at the thought. It empowered me, made me ravenous, perhaps because I despised the idea of anyone else touching him.
Lowering my hand to his heavy testicles, I fondled the smooth skin and set the flat of my tongue against his broad crown. A deep masculine groan vibrated the air, low and continuous, as I painted a long, wet lick from the plump tip to the thick base.
Tremors shook his legs. Blue eyes burned down at me, and he shored up his grip on my hair. Dear lord, he was beautiful.
Scattering caution to the wind, I drew the head of him into my mouth. He pressed in, forcing my tongue and teeth to make room. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, breathed through it, and began to suck.
“Bennnnnnett! Goddamn!” Grunts plummeted from his mouth. His chest heaved. His fingers clenched, and he couldn’t control the thrust of his hips.
I rolled with it, slurping and swallowing as much length as I could. I fed on him so greedily I would question my sanity later.
As the first pearls of his seed slid over my tongue, I lapped him up and sucked harder, faster, drawing more salty essence from his leaking tip. My palms traveled up the backs of his thighs and clutched his firm arse. Then I pulled him deeper into my mouth, licking along his shaft.
He shook and panted and rocked his hips, his backside clenching drum-tight in my hands. “Slow down, damn you.”
Not a chance. I held him to me, pouring every ounce of experience and instinct I had into bringing him to his knees.
“I won’t last.” Sweat broke out on his brow, and his mouth hung open to accommodate labored breaths. “The sheer agony, woman. I can’t take it.”
I grinned around his girth, flicking my tongue. Then I fisted his root with both hands and stroked, sucking him hard, harder, hungrier, making him sway. His sounds grew louder, wilder, alerting me that he was close. His toes curled against planks. His fingers dug into my scalp, and the thrust of his hips lost rhythm.
I pulled back, letting him pop from the seal of my lips.
He released a furious growl and tried to yank me back. I ducked low and scrambled out of his reach.
“Get your arse back here.” He squeezed the base of his cock, glaring at me.
“I think…” I leaped to my feet and backed away. “I haven’t forgiven you.”
“Bennett.” A low warning snarl. “We’re not finished.”
Heart racing, I took off and fled the sleeping chamber.
Footsteps charged after me. I would’ve been disappointed if they hadn’t.
Veering past the desk and into the dining cabin, I made a full circuit around the table before the long reach of his arm hooked my waist. My feet left the floor, and he twisted me, wrangling my body until I was pressed against him, chest to chest.
“Caught you.” He held me tight, his mouth a kiss away.
“Let you.” I wrapped my arms and legs around the tall column of his physique and wriggled my hips, taunting him.
He gripped his cock, where it throbbed beneath my thigh, and set the tip at my slick opening. “You forgive me.”
“Only if you use the other hole this time. And you better make it good, Ashley Cutler.”
His mouth crashed onto mine, and he pushed himself inside.
I whimpered at the stretching intrusion, gasping uncontrollably by the time he wedged all that thickness to the hilt. Oh, the floating fullness, the bursting stars, the ultimate state of bliss… I might have heard angels singing.
He groaned. I shivered, and his arms tightened around me, eyes fixated on mine. Our lips pulled apart but stayed close, hovering in an almost-kiss.
He drew back his hips and slowly thrust again, digging all the way in. I felt him pulsing and heating against my walls, and it brought another glorious shiver, another wave of tingles swarming through my limbs.