Wicked (Eternal Guardians #9) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,128
your knees.” He pulled her hips up. “Yes, lower to your forearms, just like that. Now it’s my turn.”
He grasped his cock and slid the head along her wetness, teasing her clit again and again. She turned her cheek against the mattress and pushed back into him, moaning low in her throat. He wouldn’t be able to last through another of her blistering orgasms, so he knew this one had to be good. It had to be better than all the others he’d given her. He wanted her to remember it long after this night was over.
“Ah, mono mia. You’re so wet, so tight. So perfect. I can’t wait any longer. I have to fuck you now, hard. I won’t be gentle.”
“Do it.” She braced her hand on the sheet beside her head and pushed her hips back again, desperate for his cock. “Fuck me. I want it. I want all of you.”
He pressed against her snug, slick entrance then let his hands glide along her sexy spine and into her hair. Her desperate words, her body trying to suck him in deep, the way she’d completely surrendered herself to all his wants and needs was too much. Too hot. Too intense.
Wrapping a hand in her silky locks, he said, “Don’t hold back. Come as soon as you want. As often as you can. I need to feel it all.”
“Oh yes…”
He gripped her hair in his fist, then shoved in so deep she jerked and cried out. Her tight little pussy clenched all around him with what he knew was another small eruption, but he was too far gone to stop or slow down. Her drew back, plunged deep, grunted with every thrust because she was squeezing him so hard he knew he was seconds away from shattering.
Pleasure raced along his nerve endings. Every cry from her lips forced his need higher, drove him harder. He hammered into her, deeper each time, grunting again and again as she trembled and her pussy massaged his throbbing cock. Slipping an arm under her, he lifted so they were both upright with her spine plastered to his chest and his lips at her ear.
“One more time,” he whispered, his forearm between her luscious breasts, his hand closing around her throat. “I need to feel you come one more time.” He dropped his other hand between her legs, found her clit, and strummed in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, mono mia. Come all around me. Squeeze me so hard when you go.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Yes, yes, oh yes…”
Her head fell back against his shoulder. She relaxed into him. And as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, as he turned her beautiful face his way and feathered kisses to her mouth, he felt her last orgasm tear through her. This one more powerful than all the rest. So violent it exploded from her body into his and triggered an eruption in his balls that overtook everything.
Her slick pussy convulsed around his throbbing shaft as she continued to cry out. Shoving in as far as he could get, he tightened his hold on her, grunting and jerking as blinding pleasure rocketed through every cell and erupted from his cock in a mind-numbing explosion that was so intense, so passionate, he finally knew the true meaning of ecstasy.
Breathing hard, he opened his eyes and realized he was face-down on the mattress with her pinned beneath him. He tried to move, but his brain wasn’t working right, and his limbs seemed to be dead.
“Oh my… Wow. That was…” She shifted, and he tried to roll to his side to give her space, but he didn’t get far. Facing him, she tugged him into her and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. “You’re not going anywhere.”
As if he could.
All he heard was satisfaction in her voice, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine and made him ache to feel her everywhere. All over again.
She snuggled into his chest, as if she’d always been there. And as he wrapped his arms around her, he breathed in a deep whiff of her intoxicating scent, letting the familiar notes fill his lungs, drawing it deep into his soul to give him strength.
His eyes slid closed. He held her to him. Just tried to be what she’d said—hers—even as he fought that ache deep inside because he knew he wouldn’t be hers for long.