My entire body locks up, pleasure exploding in my belly. “Do that again.”
“This?”
The length of him runs over me, between my swollen flesh and over where I’m wet and aching. He hits my clit, and I claw at him, lifting off the bed.
“I need to taste you,” he declares.
Before I can reply, he’s between my legs, mouth running along my inner thigh. He discards my skirt before getting back in position and pushing my knees up toward my stomach, covering me with his mouth. His tongue finds my clit, lapping at it like he’s starving, craving this. I cry out, hands slapping atthe mattress as I quiver between my legs, gushing onto his tongue.
“Darren, Darren . . . Darren,” I mumble, mindless.
“That’s it, Delaney. Remind yourself what my name feels like on your tongue while I stay right here.”
I dive a hand between my legs to grapple onto his hair. “Elle. It’sElleto you.”
Darren’s eyes flare hot before he spits onto my pussy and glides a finger inside of me. “My Elle. Only to me. Mine.”
My eyes cross. The breach is both familiar and foreign. It’s different this time—he’s different. A man . . . mine. The thought has me tightening around his finger. He pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks, tongue lashing with a ferocity that sends me toppling.
I buck up, my legs falling and snapping shut around him. He slips his finger free and drags his tongue over my entrance, moaning as he looks up at me, forcing my eyes to focus on him.
“Now, Darren. Please—more,” I breathe out.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and moves back up my body. I wait for his kiss, but he waits, his hand moving between our bodies. When something smooth and broad runs over my entrance, he presses his lips to mine. I hold his shoulders as he pushes forward and sinks that first inch inside of me.
“Tell me if—” he starts.
I shake my head, our mouths rubbing. “No. No stopping.”
His eyes disappear as he squeezes them shut and jerks his chin. I kiss him again, tasting myself. Darren moves deeper, the stretch biting now after a year without being with someone. I gave up on penetration making me orgasm since I stopped being able to make it happen myself.
“Halfway there,” he murmurs.
“It’s so much already. I feel too full.”
“You can take it. You’ve taken it before, baby,” he soothes, a hand finding my chest and nipple.
Brushing his thumb over the tight peak, he jerks a bit further inside of me, grunting into my mouth. I tighten around him, pleasure sparking inside my core . . . the sensation making me cry out.
“Shit, you feel . . .” His words die when I clench again, on purpose this time.
“Slide the rest inside, Darren.”
He pinches my nipple, rolling it firmly before giving in to my demand. Bottoming out, he stays still for a moment, eyes flicking between mine, searching. I bring my hand to his cheek, stroking it. He turns his face into the touch, kissing my palm.
The ring I once wore on my finger drags across my breast when he starts to move, rolling his hips with soft, testing thrusts. Adjusted now, I hold his vibrant gaze and rock with him. My mouth parts on a silent moan that grows in volume with every glide of him inside of me. He’s so deep . . . it’s like he’s found a spot that’s been forgotten and lost.
Pleasure coils low in my belly and spiders outward, zapping through my legs and up into my chest. I clutch onto him, feeling the raw strength in his body. Darren holds himself above me, the bulging of his bicep spiking the desire that also pools beneath us, wetting the sheets.
He’s so fucking hot that I’m going to find myself beneath him all the goddamn time.
Reading my mind in the way only he knows how to, he smirks, a groaned breath escaping him before he’s grinding down, pressing over my clit. I whimper, a buzz rising in volume in my ears again. I’m floating when he does it again, this time thrusting deep and hard at the same time. I scrape my nails down his back and fill my hand with his ass.
“Again,” I demand, eyes wide and desperate.
“Again.”
He gives me what I need, over and over until I’m mindless, his name a repeated call on my lips.