Page 88 of Insolence
Relinquishing all constraint, I pull her into me. “Oh, gods,” I groan, rocking my hips to grind my screaming clit against her.
She meets my thrusts with her thigh, whispering, “I can feel how wet you are. Youdowant this, don’t you, Tiss?”
“I do.” Delirious with need, I bury my hands in her hair as it falls around us in yellow-blonde tendrils. When I raise my leg between her thighs, her hot, wet center burns against my skin. “Oh, hell. You feel amazing.”
She seamlessly picks up our rhythm. I clutch her and grind harder, driving the pleasure building behind my clit to a near-crescendo. But it’s not enough.
I need to take control—need to claim and ravish her with a frightening desperation that dwarfs my ability to muzzle it. That realization severs the one remaining thread anchoring me to my willpower.
It’s glass breaking. An outer shell burning away. Power, passion, and pure exhilaration surge through every inch of me.
“That’s it,” I snap, hooking my hands behind her. “I’m in charge tonight.” I roll her onto her back, my mouth closing over hers. “I want to taste your need for me. I need to drink the lust from your skin.”
“Gods, yes,” she breathes. “But what about your arm, songbird?”
“Don’t worry about my arm. When I’m done with you, my arm will be the last thing on your mind.”
Her free hand tangles in my hair as I kiss my way down her neck and chest. Sucking and biting her nipples, I earn adorable moans, a yelp, and a sweet shudder.
“That’s right, go ahead and whine for me. Pant for more. Tell me how much you want me to take what I want.”
Fingernails scraping my scalp, she whispers, “Sounds like you want me to beg for it.”
“You haven’t begged nearly enough.”
She props herself on her elbows, giving a bratty little toss of her head. “Please? Will youpleasescrew me senseless, Tiss?”
The next kiss is frenzied.Feral. I claim her lips in a bruising embrace before shoving her down, hard, on the bed. She lands with another excited yelp.
“Thought you’d never ask.” I push one leg back, positioning her bent knee so that it rests on her chest.
Her clit peeks from between her folds, glistening with arousal. My heart races, my entire body pulsing with the mere thought of touching hertherewith mine. Nothing in between us—
Just skin and slick heat and blood rushing in our veins.Fuck.It’s wickedly naughty and filthy, and I am fairly certain I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life.
“I want to feel your pussy on mine, Sadrie.”
“Gods,yes. You can do whatever you want to me.” By the desperate note in her voice, she means it.
Needing no further invitation, I bring my hips to her pelvis. She watches through trembling lashes while I part my outer folds, smoothing my own wetness over my throbbing clit with one hand. Thumb sliding down her seam, I do the same to her.
My thighs astride her leg lying flat on the bed, she watches as I align our bodies. Every inch of me is burning to feel her brushing, slipping, grinding against me. The moment our clits touch, she gives a soft moan, her breath catching.
My sigh is one of utter ecstasy. Our outer folds embrace, engulfing the liquid heat between us. I bend over her, capturing her hot mouth in mine. At the first thrust, she groans and clutches my hips between her hands.
“You… feel… wonderful.” She gasps against my lips in time to each delicious stroke.
“Gods, we do fit together perfectly, don’t we?” I reposition, bracing one hand against the bottom of her raised leg, spreading her as wide as possible.
“I had no idea,” she whispers, eyes pinning me.
Centering my hips over hers, I prop my other hand on her thigh behind me to stabilize myself. My hips rock, finding a rhythm, smearing more slickness between us until those blue eyes roll back in her head.
Her silken heat is luscious against me.Obscene.
“Shit,” she cries, her voice breaking. “Tiss.”
Fingers digging into my flesh, she wrests back control. She pulls me faster and deeper into her, using my hips for leverage and lifting her pelvis to meet my movements. Her head tilted back, she moans her orgasm, barely keeping from crying out.
