Page 70 of Trapped and Tackled

He hisses and then rolls to the side, one of his large hands traveling down my body, before slipping into my panties. His fingers part me and I moan.

“Fuck, Leni, you’re soaked.” His voice deepens.

I clutch his forearm, as if to keep his hand between my legs. I need the contact, the friction, the release.

“How long has it been?” Talon presses as his fingers drag through my folds before starting to circle my clit.

“Too long,” I practically pant.

“Fuck, baby.” He kisses me hard.

And then, I feel him everywhere. His mouth at my ear, his lips on my neck. His hand on my breast, one between my thighs. He travels down my body slowly, taking time to push my shirt all the way up, over my breasts. They’re trussed up on top of the cups of my bra and I’m too damn turned on to care how I look one way or another.

Talon peels my shorts and panties down my legs and discards them. His knees hit the floor, and he tugs my legs to the edge of the bed, tossing them over his shoulders.

“Fuck, your pussy is so damn pretty, baby. Glistening for me like this,” he growls, his eyes drinking me in.

“Talon,” I whimper.

“Tell me you want this, Leni.”

“I want it so badly,” I admit, my eyes watching him as he takes his fill. Then, he braces his forearms on either side of my thighs, dips his head, and drags his tongue over my core.

I buck against him, the contact too much. Too damn good.

Talon begins to lick and suck, his tongue swirling around my clit. He pushes a finger inside and I gasp. Before I fully adjust, he adds a second finger, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. The fullness stretches me deliciously. That, coupled with how he laps at my clit, drives me wild.

Talon thoroughly consumes me.

Higher and higher. My body responds to his touches instantly.

But it’s the mental freedom. The clarity. The desire that has no strings attached that drives me over the edge.

“Talon!” I cry out his name.

He responds by quickening the pace of his fingers and sucking so damn hard on my clit, I can hear my arousal smack against his lips.

I come for him. Hard and fast and desperately.

“Oh, God,” I breathe out, my hand reaching down.

He grabs my fingers and holds. “Christ, but you’re fucking gorgeous.”

I chuckle, the sound filled with awe. “I’ve never… God, it’s been so long.”

Talon crawls up my frame. “I love that I can make you feel good, Leni.”

I wrap my legs around his waist again. “I want to make you feel good, too.”

He smirks and brushes my hair back from my face. “There’s no rush, baby.”

And I love how he gives me an out. Makes this about me and my needs. But doesn’t he realize how much I need him?

“I’m not rushing it. I want you,” I repeat.

Something that looks a lot like hope shimmers in his gaze as he lowers his head and kisses me hard. I taste myself on his lips and moan into his mouth.

“So fucking sweet,” he says, lining up at my entrance. Then, he pauses. “Fuck, babe. I don’t have a condom.”

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