Page 30 of Night Shift

“Samantha, you’ve got the perfect ass—ummm—so round and firm. I’m going to outline every curve first with my fingers and then with my tongue. Is that okay?” I asked as my fingers slid down the curve of her seam.

She giggled softly. “You’re the one in charge.”

Taking the back of her knee in my hand, I shoved it up the mattress, giving me better access to her glistening folds. I slowly ran my fingers down the back of her leg, around her buttcheek, and then drew them across her opening to the bundle of nerves at its apex. “Goddammit, Sam, you’re already soaking wet… I can’t wait to slide my fingers inside of you, making you forget your own name.”

She whimpered and arched her back, begging for me to penetrate her. Instead, I trailed my fingers around the edges of her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you? You like the feel of my fingers sliding along your folds?”

“Mm-hmm.”

I chuckled softly. This was just the beginning of me breaking her.

With a smile, I gently dipped my middle finger into her core and then back up to the apex of her folds. As I circled the swollen bundle of nerves, she gasped. Go slow, I reminded myself, pulling my hand away and wrapping my fingers around the cheek of her ass.

After scattering soft kisses from the center of her back to the nape of her neck, I rolled her over and drank in the sight of her. In the dim light, her fair skin seemed almost luminous. Her breathing quickened as she lay there, bared to my scrutiny.

To my amazement, situated just under her left breast was an elegantly designed tattoo of an arrow with the phrase “Unbroken, Still I Rise” flowing along its shaft. When I traced the outline of it with my fingers, a shudder ran across her body.

“You’re full of surprises, Sam. Someday you’ll have to tell me the meaning behind this lovely arrow. But we’ll have to save that for another time,” I said, placing a soft kiss on the arrowhead.

Pulling back, I took another moment to eagerly survey her body, from her toes to the top of her head, before I kissed and nibbled a line across her neck, jawline, and lips. Gritting my teeth, I fisted a handful of her hair, tilting her head back. My mouth muffled her gasp of surprise as it crushed hers.

The rough pads of my thumb caressed the line of her jaw while I explored each inch of her mouth. The taste of her was like nothing else. She was sweet and wild, a flavor that had me addicted from the first moment. This wasn’t some fairytale kiss; it was raw, our tongues tangling in a battle for dominance. I reveled in it, plunging my tongue deeper into the warmth of her mouth, greedily claiming what was mine.

It was a kiss that threatened to shred any restraint I had left.

Her nails dug into my back as she whimpered against my lips.

I pulled back slightly, catching my breath. Then I bit down on her lower lip, and a groan rumbled from my chest as the metallic taste hit my tongue. I traced the seam of her lips with my thumb before diving back in with an unapologetic roughness that made her whine. Angling my head for a better taste, I pressed myself into her softness. Our noses bumped, but we were beyond caring—beyond anything except the burning need to devour each other.

Her hands went up to tangle in my hair, tugging and pulling. Every tug sent spikes of pleasure straight to my groin, turning my blood into molten fire. In that moment, I was lost to the world, lost in Sam’s kisses. There was no finesse or delicacy about it, only visceral needs being met, boundaries being blurred by overwhelming desire. Just two people consumed by their craving for each other.

With each passing second, her nails dug deeper into my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My own hands weren’t idle; they roamed over every curve and dip of her body unabashedly.

Breaking away, I leaned back to take in the sight of her. She lay there panting beneath me—cheeks flushed, hair disheveled, face full of lust—the most beautiful mess.

I laughed. “Well, that escalated quickly.”

She blushed as she ran her tongue over the slight cut I’d left on her lip.

Taking a long, deep breath, I growled, “Tonight is all about you. Your gratification. Your release. Tonight, I will break you.”

The sight of her defenseless and waiting sent a surge of possessiveness through me.

I leaned down toward her neck, feeling a shudder run through her when my lips met her soft skin. Dropping lower, I traced the outline of her collarbone with my tongue as she squirmed beneath me. Her pulse hammered where my lips met her skin. The taste of salty sweat on my tongue made me hungrier for more. Muffled noises of bliss echoed in the room as I marked her with my teeth and tongue, branding every inch of her body as mine. I found satisfaction in painting her white canvas with shades of red and purple.

My hands roamed over the swell of her breasts, and I reveled in the fullness of them against my palms. Her breath hitched when I captured one nipple between my fingers, rolling it gently at first before pinching it roughly between my thumb and forefinger. Her sharp intake of breath encouraged me, and I lowered my mouth to lavish attention on the neglected one.

Her responses to me drove me to take a chance. Before I realized what I was doing, one of my hands had made it to her throat, my fingers encircling her graceful neck while my tongue swirled around her taut areola before teasing the hard nub in the center. The soft, strangled whimpers she made only drove me to want more.

Her breasts were so fucking satisfying to taste, touch, and watch—especially when they quivered under my attention. They begged for more, just like the rest of her body did.

I released her throat long enough for her to take two quick inhales before I retightened my grip and continued alternating between each peak.

She let out a strangled whine when my grip tightened further, her body arching in an instinctive attempt to escape the sensations I was igniting within her.

“Sam, come for me,” I growled, my words vibrating against her flesh and further inflaming her need for release. “I want to own your first orgasm by a man.”