Page 71 of Love Me Fierce

The need to please him, pleasure him twists tight and hot inside me. I kiss down while I pump him with my fist.

“I need to touch you again,” he says, and rises to a sitting position. I rock back on my knees so I’m perched sideways. He kisses me hungrily and caresses up and down my back while I stroke him.

He leaks a little more, coating his tip and my hand. I can’t help the craving drawing me down. To taste him and feel him inside my mouth.

“You don’t have to,” he says as I adjust my position.

“I want to,” I say, my voice thick with need.

I wrap my lips around his tip. His skin is so smooth and warm and the salty, manly taste of him zings over my tongue.

This is not supposed to be sexy. In my past, it was a chore. An obligation. But I’m not feeling that way about it right now. Not with Everett, this man who has been giving and thoughtful and caring.. Who’s solid and capable, unflappable even.

Yes, irritating sometimes, but I can chalk that up to his protectiveness. Or my stubbornness.

I take him a little deeper into my mouth, swirling with my tongue.

“Fuck,” he grits out, gripping my braid at the base of my neck and gently sliding down the length of it the way he seems to love doing. “That’s incredible. Your mouth.”

He continues stroking down my spine, down the cleft of my ass to where I’m starting to throb again.

I gasp into his mouth when his fingers caress deeper between my thighs. I’m still wet from his tongue and the orgasm that turned me inside out, making his touch feel like hot satin. So many sensations crowd my awareness at once, like all my circuits are on overload. It’s so incredibly good, but there’s a lingering anxiety tappingagainst my thoughts, too. Do I fight what I’m feeling or let it all go?

His sensual touch where I’m aching coupled with the thickness of him gliding past my lips is like fuel to the little fires crackling to life inside me. My breaths come faster. I take him deeper, wrapping my lips tighter around him and closing my eyes. It feels a little bit like surrender, but I don’t spend too much time thinking about that. Not with the way his touch is coaxing another climax from my body.

“I want you to come on my fingers.”

My thighs tighten and my clit cramps with a sudden craving, turning this into the most erotic moment of my life. I’m supposed to be pleasuringhim, yet he’s somehow making this about me. I manage a groan because there’s no way I have words for the way he’s turned me into such a needy mess.

Splitting my focus like this makes it too hard to hold anything back. My mind is going a thousand miles an hour as I glide up and down, swirling with my tongue, so that when he gently thrusts a finger inside me from behind, I come off him with a sharp gasp. For an instant, I’m flooded with too much pleasure to move.

“Fuck, you’re so soft. So tight inside.”

I grip his thigh, then the craving for him in my mouth draws me back, and I lower down again. He alternates between slow thrusts and caressing me with the flat of his fingers. It’s the most delicious madness. I try to focus on him, but my breaths are coming in tight gasps and the pleasure is distracting. He pumps faster into me. My body tightens around him.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Come with your mouth around my cock, so I can feel what this does to you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and take him deeper, feeling like a hot, sloppy mess as my climax tightens in my core. He adds another finger, the stretch of him exactly what I need.

Coming off him with a cry, I arch my body, wanting more of everything, the craving for my release like sweet fire ready to ignite inside me. I lower down on him again, hungry forhow firm and ready he feels against my swollen lips. I come undone, my climax an avalanche of wildness and bliss, ripping though me so fast I have to shut my eyes. My ragged cries get swallowed by him in my mouth, but it only makes everything feel more intense.

“Fuck yes,” he grits out as my climax ebbs. “Where can I come, sweet girl? You want me in your mouth?”

Groaning, I take him as deep as I can so I can take everything he wants to give me.

He caresses both sides of my ass and up and down my back, uttering little praises as I move with him, his touch tender and soft. His cock thickens and his breaths turn sharp.

With a low moan, he comes, the salty-sweet taste of him exploding on my tongue. It’s a shock but I’ve never wanted it the way I do in this moment.

When I finally release him, he gives a languid sigh and draws me to him while lowering himself back to the bed. He slides his briefs back up and shifts my hips so I’m lying on top of him, my cheek on his chest and my thighs cradled in the valley made by his. Our breaths slow and the shared heat from our bodies makes me feel languid, like I never want to leave this bed.

He strokes up and down my back with slow, gentle brushes of his fingertips. “You doing okay?”

I prop my chin on my fist. “Yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah.” His eyes turn serious. “That was incredible, touching you like that.”

Heat rises up my chest. “I’ve never in my life come like that. Or twice in one night.”

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