Page 25 of Grave Games

When his tongue circled one of my nipples, I arched, aching for more, and with a low growl that perfectly mirrored the hunger tearing me apart, he gave me what I wanted. He closed his mouth over the sensitive peak, and the wet suction was enough to make the slick heat gush between my legs. I moaned with it, my hips rolling with that sweet mini-release, and he seemed to take that as his cue to move lower.

“My God, you're a hot little firecracker, aren't you?” He dived a hand past the only piece of clothing I had left on, my panties, and clearly found how wet he'd made me. “Did you come for me just now, my Shy?”

Even with his hand between my legs, I still felt my face go warm with a blush.Geez. “Stop talking.”

“Oh, I'll stop,” he promised with a wicked edge to his voice that I didn't trust for a second. But since his hand had begun to slide into the depths of my drenched channel, I didn't have the will to protest. “But you're going to start talking, baby, because you are as much a part of this—ofwantingthis—as me.”

“Please, just be qui—oh.” His fingers, slickened by my own fluids, rubbed over my clit for the first time. My whole existence slammed to a frantic, quivering halt. “Oh, Romeo. Yes. God, my God…yes.”

“That’s right, keep on begging for it, and I’ll keep on banging you with everything I got—my fingers, my mouth, my cock. I’ll devote my whole damn existence to keeping you like this forever, as long as you… keep… begging.” As he spoke, he worked to remove my sodden panties before settling between my legs.Finally. “You want me to stop?”

The mere thought was horrifying. “No. Please, no.”

His hand slowed to near-stillness. “Then what are you going to do to get me to keep fucking you?”

He was serious. I couldn’t truly see his expression in the gloom, but I knew in my heart this man was stubborn enough to get up and leave if I refused to talk and acknowledge that I was as much a part of this as he was.

Decisions, decisions.

“Romeo, please don’t stop fucking me.” And there it was. It wasn’t even a question. I still didn’t know what I was dealing with when it came to him and the man he was, but I couldn’t deny every part of me cried out in desperation for him. To pretend that I wasn’t just as into this as he was… well, that would be spineless. I was a lot of fucked-up things, but thankfully being spineless wasn’t on that list. “I want you to make me come, I’m almost there. And then… then I want to make you come.”

Again, I had the impression that he closed his eyes before brushing his lips over my tummy. “That’s my Shy girl. Keep that communication going, you hear me? I want you telling me everything you feel, everything you want, and when you can’t make words anymore, cry out and moan and squeal and scream. I know that language better than English. It gives me life.”

“I’m…” The world grew hazy as the pressure of pure bliss ballooned inside me. Inch by inch, I felt myself slipping into a giddy mindlessness that promised heaven. “I’m close. So close. Fuck me, fuck me,fuck me…”

“I will,” he promised, his voice so sweetly gentle it brought moved tears to my eyes. “But I’m a hungry man since I skipped dinner, so now’s my chance… to eat.”

Oh. God.

God.

My head pushed back into the mattress as he scooted lower, his hand coming to spread my intimate folds before he lowered his head. The first raking of his tongue along the length of my slit nearly pushed me over the edge. I absolutely could not outlast this. He knew that, and was prolonging my sweet torment by giving his intimate attention to everywhere else but the one place I needed. Then his hand moved, his fingers pushing past my threshold to push against the interior of where my clit was at the same moment his mouth closed over that nub, and I literally saw stars.

My back arched as an explosion of insanity-inducing ecstasy crashed through my body, my soul, wrenching a breathless scream from me. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, hitting like an earthquake and shaking apart the hold I had on reality. I fell into exquisite madness, every muscle in my body clenching as spasms of purest delight threatened to rip me apart. It felt so good all I could do was hope to pick up the pieces on the other side.

I was still riding the crest of ecstasy when he fished his wallet from the jeans still hanging off his hips, pulled a condom out of a pocket and put it in place. Then he grabbed my calf muscles and slung my lower legs over his shoulders. A startled sound escaped my throat—this was certainly new—even as he slid one large hand under my butt to lift my hips. His other hand wrapped around his cock so he could guide its blood-darkened crown to my threshold.

“I like it rough, so get ready for a bumpy ride, baby.” His voice was ragged, breathless—the sound of sex, and I loved it. “But I think you’re going to like where it takes you.”

“I’m ready.” I was more than ready to feel him burying himself inside me, something I’d been aching for him to do. Then suddenly he was there, surging into me and filling my depths so completely I gasped at the near-uncomfortable sense of fullness.

“Jesus, you’re as tight as a damn virgin.” He did a little gasping himself as he took a moment to settle into me. “Nobody’s touched this pussy in a while, have they?”

“Not since… my first time.” I gasped again while my inner walls stretched and stretched, trying to accommodate his girth. “Romeo… God, you’re almost too much.”

“No such thing when it comes to us. Don’t tense up, baby,” he crooned, his strong hands holding me in place. He began to move inside me, not gently but with a relentless thrust-and-retreat rhythm that drove his cock into me so completely I felt him in every nerve. “Fuck me, Shy. Fuck me like I'm fucking you and see how good we can be together. See that we were made to fit like this. My God…God, we were made for each other.”

His reverent tone hit me deep, and better than any intimate caress, to the point where I began to relax in spite of myself. The moment I did, small flickers of pleasure came to life, lighting me up from within until I felt like I was glowing. Suddenly it was easy to move my hips to meet his thrusts, finding his rhythm like I’d been born to do just that. The flickers of pleasure grew, evolving from a sweet, warm glow to a ravenous fire that needed more friction to blow my world apart.

Yes.

Mindlessly I chased after that explosion, pumping my hips in an ever-faster cadence that soon had me panting out loud.

Then moaning.

Then crying out.

Then crying out his name.

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