Page 74 of Hell or High Water

Feeling frantic, I nodded, wanting to grind against him to ease my ache. Than’s hand was gone, and I started to cry out in frustration when he flipped me onto my back. I stared up at him, dizzy with desire.

“I take that back. I want you naked in bed,” he said, then took the edge of my camisole and pulled it up.

I lifted my hands so he could remove it. Once he tossed it away, he stared at my chest and groaned before taking my shorts and giving them a hard tug, then sliding them down my legs.

My thighs were pushed apart and then spread open. For a moment, I felt vulnerable, but it was brief. Than lowered his head, and then the first swipe of his tongue over my clit caused all other thoughts to vanish. A heady rush of pleasure had me crying out and lifting my hips off the bed to get closer.

With a dark, sexy chuckle, he lifted his eyes to look up at me while continuing to lick. I’d never wanted to be this intimate before. The idea of having a guy’s mouth on me like this had always seemed daunting. I’d been wrong.

Than’s tongue flicked against the swollen bud of nerves, ready to ignite, and I grabbed handfuls of his hair as I whimpered, rolling my hips, desperate for more.

“Fuck,” he growled, spreading me open with his fingers, tasting me. “This pussy tastes good.”

I watched him, held in a state of bliss as he began to penetrate me with his tongue, then ran the tip all the way up.

“Oh GOD! Please, yes. Oh, oh, there, yes.” Words fell from my lips as the frenzy building inside me reached its peak, and I arched my back as I came apart.

Than was over me instantly, his boxers gone. He pumped his thick length in his hand while staring down at me. When he brushed the head through my wet folds, I whimpered. His neck muscles flexed, causing veins to stand out, and his nostrils flared.

“Easy,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Just let me feel you.”

I gripped handfuls of the sheet beneath me, bit my bottom lip, trying to remain still, but with each slow drag of its pulsing tip, my body became more feverish with a craving for something I didn’t understand. Something I’d never had. Yet it yearned for it, to the point of pain.

My hips lifted, pushing against his gentle prod, and he hissed.

“Stop. Be still.” He ran his fingertips over my inner thigh. “Just let me ease in a little. Don’t move.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

The head sank in with Than’s sharp intake of breath. “That’s a good girl. Just let me feel…fuuuck, baby.” He closed his eyes, and his body shuddered. “A little more, okay?”

He pushed in until it burned.

“Oh,” I gasped.

He pulled it out immediately. I hadn’t wanted that. I wanted him back inside me.

He stared down at me and ran his finger inside, as if checking to make sure I was okay. “You’re good,” he breathed. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight that I was afraid I went too deep.”

“Do it again,” I pleaded, wiggling.

He seemed tortured as he looked at me, then down at my open legs. Then he nodded. “Try not to move.”

“Okay.” I would agree to anything if he did it again.

A deep, low groan came from his slightly parted lips as he slid the tip back inside. “Ah fuck,” he panted, then stayed still, not going deeper. “I’m going to barely pump in and out.”

I nodded, but he didn’t look at me. His complete attention was on where we were joined. I dropped my gaze to see his engorged shaft slip inside me, then come back out again. Than’s breathing was ragged and heavy as he began to pick up pace. He placed the pad of his thumb over my clit, and I cried out, bucking on instinct.

“Fuuuck.” He stilled as he stretched me. Still barely inside, but deeper than he had been. “Don’t move,” he warned me, then closed his eyes. “That feels incredible.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Shhh,” he said, then began to rub his thumb on my pleasure point while going back to moving in and out slowly.

“Oh God!” I cried out just as I fell over the edge, and another orgasm took me.

Than pulled out of me with a strangled shout, and thick white ropes of his release shot onto my stomach as his body jerked over me.

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