Page 39 of Bound by Vengeance
Cupping the back of her neck, I take it deeper, and then it’s as if her brain shuts off. She melts into me, the starchiness in her body completely disappearing as she gives in to it.
She rolls to her back with me hovering over her. I pepper kisses down her neck, moving my hand to the hem of her shirt. As I drag it up, her breathing accelerates, and then it seems as if nerves hit her as she brings her hand to mine, halting my movements.
“Talk to me.”
She exhales, almost like she’s willing herself to go through this.
“Show me.”
She releases my hand.
Looking into her eyes, I feel the go-ahead in them and move my hand up her shirt, feeling her warm skin underneath. Her eyes close, and her hips jolt.
I move the shirt up and up ever so slowly then take it away from her body. She clenches her fists like she wants to wrap her arms around her body and cover herself from me, but she doesn’t. This is my cue.
I begin to explore her body with my lips and mouth. Neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, arms, and fingers. Her small gasps and groans only make me want to do more, so I do.
Reaching around her back, I unlatch her bra. She gives a slight hesitation as I take it off, but then falls back to the mattress.
Giving her nipples special treatment, I lick, nip, suck, and caress her breasts one at a time until her hips are practically bouncing off the bed.
She threads her fingers through my hair, holding me to her chest and pulling my hair in tune with her thrashings on the bed below me.
“Ryker,” she gasps, saying words for the first time instead of noises. My cock hardens at hearing my name on her lips while she’s like this. It presses painfully against my jeans, but I do my best to ignore it.
I slowly kiss my way down her abdomen to her belly button then her shorts. I pull them and her underwear off gently, which seems to take longer because of her gorgeous long legs. Grazing my hands up those legs, I stare at the wetness between her thighs.
“Ryker?” The uncertainty in her voice has my gaze popping up to hers.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in the world. Let me love you.”
Austyn’s resolve vanishes, a smile playing on her lips that’s sexy as hell.
I lean down and kiss her inner thigh, already smelling her, which ratchets up my arousal and desire for this woman.
For me, sex has always been about getting off. This, though, this is so much more. I feel like I’m giving her what she needs.
The urge to drive my cock into her isn’t as strong as I thought it would be. Just pleasuring her seems to be enough. This has to be a first in my book.
Kissing her, I move to her core, rubbing my nose up her pussy and inhaling her scent, memorizing it. With one large lick, her taste explodes on my tongue. I’m ruined. She is absolutely perfect.
Feasting on her pussy, I can’t get enough of her. The more I lick, the more she intoxicates me.
Her hips seem to rotate on their own as she moves her hands to the sheets, gripping them tightly. She’s on the brink.
Inserting two fingers, I rub her internal walls that are hot as hell. Austyn’s back arches off the bed, a shrill cry coming from her lips as she comes hard. So much so her juices flow out of her body.
Watching her come is now my favorite thing to do. I always knew it would be fantastic, but she went above and beyond my expectations. This is Austyn, though. I should have had no doubts.
She wants me to show her she’s beautiful, fine by me.
Attaching my lips to her again, I build her until she explodes a second time.
On the brink of the third, she looks down at me, eyes wild with post-orgasmic lust. “I don’t think I can take more.”
My lips curve against her. “You sure can, beautiful.” I show her again she can take it.
My cock throbs mercilessly, straining to get out and sink deeply into her. The pull to do just that is difficult to shake, but remembering that this isn’t about me, that it’s about her and showing her how beautiful she is, I will him down, though he’s close to coming in my jeans. Fuck, I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.
