“Oh, please. God, please.”
Piper rubbed her thighs together as she pleaded, and I couldn’t resist. I moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. I used my shoulders to force her legs wide for me then went farther and lifted them until they draped over my shoulders.
“I’ve dreamed about this.”
Piper’s confession caught me by surprise.
“Me, too.”
I leaned closer to her glistening sex and glided my tongue along the flushed lips, getting the barest taste of her. She was sweet, like a decadent treat I would gladly gorge on. Every day.
“You make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.”
“You are. To me.”
“You’re all that matters,” Piper whispered, reaching down to run her fingers over my cheek. “Make me come undone.”
“I plan to,” I vowed. “I’m going to make you come over and over again.”
I took in the glow on her face. The look of need that matched mine.
“Then I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can move.”
Chapter Three
~ Piper ~
I had Michael Sandler between my thighs. I’d dreamed of this, begged for it, since the moment I’d glimpsed him. For three years, this had been what I’d wanted. Now, I had his hands on my body and his tongue licking between my thighs. Hell, he’d almost made me fly apart with his mouth on my breasts. I’d always been sensitive there, but I hadn’t realized how sensitive until he’d shown me.
I pushed up onto my elbows, so I could watch as he tasted me. His gaze was like a physical touch. I’d known he’d be this way, this intense. This all-consuming. I liked being on the receiving end of his razor-sharp focus. He flicked that wicked gaze up and watched me while he did naughty things with his tongue.
“I could lap you up forever,” he mumbled against my folds, and a shiver went through me.
I didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted his mouth back on mine. Then he swirled his tongue around my clitoris, wrapped his lips tight, and gave a hard suck. My hips shot off the bed, eagerly reaching for more. He pressed a finger inside me and began moving it in and out.
“Oh, God!” I wailed while I clawed at the bedding.
Ecstasy roared through me, edging me higher and higher toward a level of pleasure I’d never achieved on my own. How was it that Michael knew every spot to touch and how long to spend there?
“Michael! Oh, God! Please!”
I was a mess. Screaming, clawing, begging until everything broke. I swore I couldn’t see anything but stars exploding behind my tightly closed eyes. It was as if a length of cord ran between my limbs to my center, getting tighter and tighter until it snapped. I snapped. Then I floated on little waves of pleasure that seemed unending.
I was still catching my breath when Michael moved up my body. There was no pause. His mouth was at my sex, then on my neck, and something far bigger and thicker than his finger pressed for entrance. I had enough time to gasp before he pushed deep. I cried out while I tried to adjust to this new sensation. Michael growled, turned his head to the spot where my neck and shoulder met, and bit down.
Claiming me. Mating me.
“Mine,” he murmured, licking over the bite. “You’re mine now, Piper.”
“Yes,” I agreed and wiggled my hips.
Michael gave another groan then reached down to grip my knees, lifting them high and wide and holding me that way. I followed his stare to where the two of us were joined. It was one thing to feel him there, but to see it, to watch as he pulled his hips back… It was something else entirely. His shaft glistened with the proof of my desire for him. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t so enthralled. He didn’t stop until the crown rested at my entrance. Then he caught my gaze with his and thrust deep.
“Mmm.”
“You like that, baby girl?”
“Yes. More. Give me more.”