Page 29 of Legacy
“Fuck,” I grit out. “That sound. Do it again.”
She moans when my thumb finds her clit, her legs tightening around me
That moan hits me like a drug. My fingers slide deeper, coaxing more of those sounds from her lips, each one better than the last, like a melody I didn’t know I’d been dying to hear.
I look up at her from between her thighs.
She’s flushed, wrecked already, her chest rising and falling in shallow, shaking breaths. Her hair fans out across the pillow, lips parted as she pants my name again.
And I know I could end this right here with just my fingers and she’d still call it the best sex of her life.
But I want more than that.
I want to ruin her for anyone else.
I want her to want to stay.
Be mine.
I ease my fingers out of her, and she whines at the loss andfuck,I might lose my mind over that sound alone, but then I lower my mouth to her pussy and she goes still.
A breathless kind of still.
The kind of still that comes before a storm.
My tongue flicks gently across her clit, once, and her entire body jolts. Her hands fly to my hair, tugging, and I grin against her as I suck it softly between my lips.
“Angelo—” she gasps, half-warning, half-pleading.
“Relax,” I soothe, voice low and dark against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”
Then I bury my face between her thighs and start eating her like a man starving.
Long, slow strokes. Tongue teasing her clit, then dragging down to taste everything she has to give me. Her thighs tremble against my ears, her moans growing louder with every second. I slide two fingers backinside her, curling them just right, and the sound she makes it’s—everything.
She’s dripping, grinding against my mouth now, lost in it. Her grip tightens in my hair, back arching, and she comes—fuck, she comes hard—I don’t stop. I work her through it, tasting her, worshipping her, letting her ride my tongue until she’s gasping my name over and over like a prayer.
Only then do I pull away.
Her body’s trembling, her skin flushed and glowing. I kiss my way back up her stomach, her hands reach for me without thinking, pulling me down, keeping me close.
I press my forehead to hers, breathing heavy.
“You’re ready now,” I whisper. “One second. Condom’s in the nightstand.”
She nods, lips still parted, eyes dark with heat.
I reach into the drawer beside the bed and grab the condom, hating that I have to put anything between us.
Withher, I want everything; skin, heat, closeness.Real. But I won’t risk her. Not tonight. Notever.
I turn back toward the bed, my eyes locking onto hers.
Scarlet
Laid out like temptation incarnate, the curve of her thighs glistening in the low light, her lips kiss-bitten and parted in anticipation. She watches me,waits for me, with a trust that steals the air from my lungs.
I kick off my jeans, slow and deliberate, my cock already hard and aching. Her eyes drop down, widening just a little as she takes me in.
