Undenied - Unspoken #3 - Maya Banks Page 0,13

her clit, it tightened and a tiny spasm quaked through her body.

“Are you close?” he whispered.

She moaned. “Yes, but not yet. Please.”

He smiled and lessened the onslaught of his mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

She tore her mouth away from his dick and wrapped her hand around it, moving up and down in slow, long motions. Her chest heaved against his belly.

With his fingers, he parted the soft folds of her pussy, stroking, featherlight. He wanted to see her, splayed out over his chest, her femininity bared for him, but at the same time, having to rely on touch and taste was exciting. New. A little disconcerting but in a titillating way.

Slowly, reverently, he pushed one finger inside her, feeling the way the walls of her vagina gripped him. Sweat beaded his forehead as he imagined what it would feel like for his cock to be surrounded by such sweet heat.

When he felt her begin to shudder uncontrollably against his hand, he withdrew his finger and gripped her ass again, pulling her down to his mouth once more.

His tongue found her clit, and he gently sucked the taut bud into his mouth. She moaned and rocked back as her mouth paused on his cock. “I’m going to come,” she gasped out.

He said nothing but swirled his tongue downward, plunging it into her opening. She cried out, and a surge of honey spilled onto his tongue. Her legs shook, her body shook, her hand tightened around his cock.

She cried out as she undulated her hips in his hands. He held her, coaxing her orgasm with his mouth. Several long seconds later, she slumped against his body, her breath coming in big heaves.

She eased off his body. Again he felt the bed dip as she got up. He heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Soon she returned, climbing onto the bed.

She grasped his cock and slid her mouth over the head, sucking and licking down then back up again. Then she rolled a condom on. He waited, nearly breathless with anticipation.

He flinched as her lips met the sensitive skin just above the base of his dick.

“Ready for a ride, cowboy?”

“Oh hell yeah,” he ground out.

Chapter Five

Payton applied lubricant to Wes’s latex-sheathed cock, wiped her hand on one of the hotel towels then tossed it aside. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm but she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

She wanted to rip off the blindfold so she could see his eyes glazed over with passion, see him when he came, but she wasn’t about to risk ruining the fantasy aspect of the scene she’d carefully cultivated. The last thing she needed was to have his erection die a slow death if he got a chance to think too much.

No, she wanted him to feel, not think. And if she had her way, he was going to feel the best damn sex of his life.

She straddled him, positioning his cock between her legs. She felt him tense as the head brushed across her entrance. She smiled and eased down, slowly, teasingly.

His hands gripped her hips but she batted them away and continued her slow downward assault.

They both moaned as she engulfed him. Tight, so tight. He filled every inch of her, and still she had more to go. Never had she felt anything quite this good.

Her hands came out and she braced herself against his chest as she rocked down on him.

“Payton…I’m not hurting you, am I?”

The concern in his voice made her smile. As she’d done so many times before, she placed a finger over his lips. “The question is, am I going to hurt you?” she teased.

His mouth quirked underneath her finger as he grinned. “Oh, I hope to hell so. I’m a big boy. Hurt me good.”

His hands snuck up her hips again, and this time she allowed it. They glided over her belly and up to her breasts where he found her nipples.

As he squeezed and toyed with the erect nubs, she forewent the slow, measured ride she’d started and began a faster pace. His fingers tightened around her nipples, and he arched his body to meet her movements.

She cried out as he slipped deeper. An ache built within her, blooming, radiating through her senses. She loved his hands on her, tender, giving pleasure. She even loved his concern over hurting her, however misplaced that idea was.

She leaned forward, finding his lips, fusing her mouth to his as