She writhed in my hold, every soft moan more like a whisper. Her pussy was already so wet, juice trickling from her sweet snatch, begging me to lick it up. I couldn’t resist. The taste of her was sweet like cherries. The touch of her skin was hot like the kiss of a warm fire. I became lost, completely consumed by the delicious task at hand.
For the next few glorious minutes, I feasted on her. There was nothing like driving my tongue and several fingers deep inside. She was tight, so much so I wondered if my cock would fit.
Sedona bucked harder, her whimpers escalating. She was close to an orgasm. I licked her feverishly. I was doing my best to keep this going, but with her, any sense of normalcy was off the table.
Her mews escalated again until she was uttering harsh strangled sounds. I adored the way she was digging her heels into the sheets, fighting to keep from orgasming too quickly. I sucked on her tender clit. That was all it took for her to reach a pinnacle of ecstasy.
I was the one reaping the benefit as her juice flowed into my mouth.
She allowed me to continually hear her lust-filled cries for an extended period. The moment she stopped moaning, I crawled over her, straddling her hips. She looked up at me with lazy eyes, her breathing continuing to be labored.
After stroking her face and whisking damp strands of hair away, I cradled her delicate jaw with my huge hand. She pursed her lips teasingly. My keen eyesight caught the taunting look in her eyes. Perhaps she thought she was still in some level of control when a beast was present.
I brushed my fingers down the side of her neck, sliding a single tip between her breasts. When I cupped one of them, she sucked in her breath. Her eyes were darting back and forth. She was still trying to figure me out, determining if I was really the bad guy I purported myself to be.
If she hung around me long enough, she might learn.
And run.
I caressed her nipple, tracing the aureole while I studied her reaction. When I pinched the tender bud between my fingers,she arched her back just enough to push her breasts out to me even more.
An invitation.
I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip before bending over, taking her nipple into my mouth. Tasting the sweetness of her skin was almost as inviting as what I had planned on doing next.
Almost.
I shifted to her other breast, taking my time to swirl the tip of my tongue around her nipple before biting down on it.
Sedona laughed nervously and drove her fingers into my hair.
I took my time until my cock was throbbing to the point of being pinched in my zipper. Only then did I break free, angry with myself for doing so almost immediately. As I eased off the bed, she reveled in the feel of the soft covers by giving me a show. Writhing and moaning, rubbing her body with both hands.
The woman was far too tempting.
Now I wanted to fuck her and would. The trouble was all I could think about was next time.
And the next.
Only if I allowed that to occur, I wasn’t certain I would have what it took to let her go.
Instead of making her mine.
CHAPTER 7
Sedona
Spent and delirious.
There weren’t two more perfect words in the English language. My eyes remained unfocused, but I wanted to see the huge man standing over me like a true king of the night.
Just by blinking a few times I was finally able to bring his gorgeous body out from the intense sexual haze. His clothes, while incredibly perfect for his muscular body, hadn’t done him enough justice by far.
He was built like… There was no correct descriptor for him. Broad shoulders. A rippled abdomen. A thin waist. Muscular legs. Stunning forearms. All wrapped into a huge six-foot-four package of sheer delight.
And what he was able to do with his tongue had to be a mortal sin.
With the man fully undressed, he didn’t wait for long until he returned to the bed. His intense, dangerous presence never left him. The shadows in the room seemed crazy, as if they had a mind of their own. They were twisting and forming different shapes, providing a strange but stunning backdrop when that wasn’t possible.