Page 96 of A First Sight

“Up here,” he said hoarsely. “I want to taste you.”

He helped me settle with my knees on either side of his head, my hands going to the headboard to keep my balance as he pulled me down to his mouth. The first pass over the damp cloth sent a shudder through me, and then he moved aside my panties, slipping his tongue inside me.

I released a shaky breath, my eyes closing as I absorbed the pleasurable sensations radiating through me. His tongue traced sensitive flesh, finding every inch of me with that gloriously talented muscle. When it reached my clit, I moaned his name, resisting the urge to grind down on his face. I wanted more friction, more pressure, more of him, but I couldn’t let go enough to dothat.

Then he wrapped his lips around my clit, and I tightened my grip on the headboard. Each pass of his tongue came with an increase in suction, fraying my control more each time. Every pull of his mouth was a jolt of sheer pleasure that wound me tighter until I couldn’t be still any longer. I whimpered, my hips making slight jerking movements as I continued to fight my desires.

“C’mon, lass. Ride my face.”

Drake’s words were muffled, but there was no mistaking them, and a shiver went down my spine. I rocked back and forth, and his hands tightened on my hips, a distinct sound of approval coming from the gorgeous man lying beneath me. As his tongue swirled around my clit, I loosened the last hold I had on my control and let instincts take over. Let my body do what it wanted to do, move how it tried to move.

My head fell forward, and I gave myself over to the pleasure coursing through me, each wave taking me closer to the tipping point. Everything narrowed down to the space between my legs. It was all I could think about, releasing this overwhelming pressure inside me. I dropped a hand down, burying my fingers in his hair as he took that little bundle of nerves between his teeth. The little bite of pain pushed me over the edge, and I pressed down on his face, letting out an inarticulate cry as I came.

My muscles trembled, and I climbed off Drake a few moments later, slumping onto my stomach to enjoy the afterglow. The bed dipped under me. His hands curved over my hips, warm and gentle. I was humming with pleasure. His mouth, a hot whisper in my ear.

“I want to be inside you.” His cock was hard against my ass.

I pushed against him. “Want you too. I just can’t move yet.”

He chuckled, the low, purely sexual sound that came from a man who knew he’d done well by his lover. “Let me do the work.”

“Mmm, yes, please,” I purred.

As he moved behind me, I positioned my hands and knees under me. I was barely steady when I felt his hands on my hips and his enormous cock nudging from behind.

“You drive me crazy. I’m going to fuck you, now lass.”

“Yes, yes, fuck me.”

He ripped a condom foil and rolled it on with a groan. He pushed inside me in one smooth movement. My eyelids fluttered as he filled me perfectly.

Long, even strokes began to build the pleasure again, and I reached beneath me to touch myself, wanting more. Drake intervened, replacing my hand with his. I felt fingers playing over my clit with expert skill. His other hand went to my breast, plucking and teasing my nipple. Little zings of electricity raced along my nerves, enhancing the pleasure that came with every thrust.

We fell into a rhythm and worked toward mutual orgasm.

It was natural, the two of us like this, instinctual. And when we came together as a single entity, with no sign of where one of us began or ended. A perfect, blissful moment.

Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, despite the short time we’d known each other, no one had understood me as well as he did. And the thought didn’t scare me the way it once did.

I was falling in love with Drake.

SEVENTY

DRAKE

Despite the incrediblesex last night, neither one of us slept much, and by the time the sun was up, we were more than ready to leave.

I packed quickly, and we headed to her place to grab a few things.

We needed little since the caretakers already stocked the cabin.

For a while, as we drove out of Manhattan, neither of us said much, each caught up in thoughts about the last twenty-four hours. Finally, I broke the silence.

“Just so you know, although the cell reception is spotty, this isn’t a rustic, bare necessities sort of cabin.”

She glanced at me, a soft smile curving her lips. “No offense, but I assumed as much. Although you may look like it, you don’t strike me as the outdoorsman type.”

I laughed. “No, I’m not. I appreciate nature and solitude, but I like my hot water and electricity.”

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