Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,45
what? What did you want most?”
She skimmed her hand lower, down to his balls, cupping them, playing with them. Oh hell, that was fucking fantastic, especially as she dragged her nails across his skin.
“What do you think I wanted?” she countered.
He grabbed the back of her head in his palm and shut his mouth. He wanted her to voice her fantasies. He needed her to want him as desperately as he wanted her. It took every ounce of restraint not to answer her with “Suck me off.” Instead, he gritted his teeth and managed in a low rumble: “Tell me what you wanted. Say it.”
His chest rose and fell as she played with his dick then moved her hand up his shaft, rubbing a bead of liquid over the head. He groaned, closing his eyes as unholy pleasure swept through him.
With a tight grip, she twisted her hand, rubbing him up and down. He opened his eyes. Hers seemed to twinkle with lust and mischief. She had such a naughty side, and he wanted to explore that aspect of Annalise to the fullest. He had never known this part of her. All he knew when they were younger was that she liked everything he did to her, and that she came easily on his fingers, her moans and cries so sexy when her orgasm washed over her. He was learning that the woman with him now was dirtier, bolder, and so damn passionate.
She bent her head closer, pressing her forehead to his, and whispered, “I want to taste you. Lick you. I want to feel your come in my throat. I want to swallow it all.”
He thrust upward into her eager fist as her words scorched a path through his chest, spreading like fire throughout his body. She’d set him ablaze with the match of her lust.
“Did you get yourself off to that?” he asked. “Was that what did it for you—picturing your lips on my cock? Did you spread your legs wide for me, and fuck yourself with your fingers?”
She panted as she pumped him faster. “Yes. I was naked on my bed, knees raised, legs spread, my hand between them, fucking myself as I took you deep in my mouth.”
“Fucking Christ.” He groaned. His head fell back against the leather seat, hitting the headrest. That was the hottest image he’d ever pictured, and it was scored into his mind now. This naked beauty with her creamy skin, her sheets of red hair, her full tits, and most of all, her abandon.
Her need.
“You tasted so good.” She moaned on an upstroke, her lips parted and wet from licking them with the tip of her tongue. He wanted that red-hot mouth on him.
“Take it,” he commanded. “Show me how you did it.”
In a flash, her red hair spilled across his thighs, and her head was between his legs. Her lips greeted his hard shaft with the warmest fucking hello he’d ever had.
“Fuck me, Annalise,” he murmured, dragging a hand roughly through his hair, trying to absorb the enormity of this moment.
His girl.
His first love.
This wild woman.
Doing something he’d craved desperately when he was a teenager. Something he’d jerked off to countless times in those days. A fantasy that had sent him soaring into release on many solo flights.
He’d never had her mouth on him before. Now, as a man he was finally able to experience the gloriousness of those lips, and in a whole new way. Because she’d never have blown him like this in high school.
This was an adult blow job.
Her warm, eager lips wrapped tightly around his cock. Then, in mere seconds, he was all the way in, and she sucked his dick without any teasing. She didn’t bother with little kisses, or lollipop licks of the head. She didn’t brush her tongue along the underside of his shaft. No, she went full-speed ahead like a hungry, starving creature. The head of his dick hit the back of her throat, and he cursed from the mind-blowing, blackout-worthy pleasure of her mouth.
His entire body vibrated with lust. It spread from his pelvis to every goddamn corner. His nerves were hot, his skin was sizzling, and his brain was lit up from this amazingly sensual woman who loved sucking his dick as much he loved having her do it. He roped his fingers through her hair, grasping her head tightly. Lifting an arm, she grabbed his other hand, and guided it back to her head.