Page 32 of Deadly Protector
She’d hugged him, wanted to comfort him.
Fuck.It was impossible not to like this woman. More than like.
He forced himself to slow down, to enjoy the taste of her, but it was damn hard when she was starting to slide over his erection.
Oh, hell.They might have clothes on, but if she kept this up, it wouldn’t matter. He hadn’t come like this since he was a teenager.
But fuck it. As he teased his tongue against hers, learned her taste, he dipped his hand underneath her tank top. It’d been clear she wasn’t wearing a bra earlier so he wasn’t surprised when he slid his palm upward and got a handful of smooth, full breast.
She moaned into his mouth as he ran his thumb over her hard nipple. The little sound, the reverberation in her throat, had his cock going even harder.
Which shouldn’t have been possible.
She rolled her hips against him again and he knew he wasn’t going to last long—he didn’t think she was either. He’d basically been walking around with a hard-on since he’d met her. For the most part he’d been able to keep it under control but now she was on top of him, moaning.
As he bit her bottom lip, he slid his other hand down the front of her pants—she didn’t have anything underneath.
Okay, now he was the most aroused he’d ever been.
She practically shoved her hips at him as he cupped her mound.
He grinned against her mouth, loving that she was so into this, that she wasn’t wearing any panties. And when he slid a finger through her folds, he was the one groaning at how slick she was.
“It’s not going to take me long,” she rasped out as she pulled back. Her cheeks were flushed as she watched him, her breaths sawing in and out.
“Good,” he growled. He wanted to get her off, wanted her to experience a bit of pleasure—that was just the beginning. This would take off the edge. But he wasn’t done after she orgasmed once.
No, he wanted all of her orgasms.
He slid his middle finger over her clit and she shuddered over him. He continued to tease her breast, then switched to the other, tweaking her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he watched her face, her changing expressions of pleasure.
She shuddered again, her eyes going heavy-lidded. She hadn’t been kidding—she was so damn close.
He slid two fingers inside her easily and began rubbing the base of his palm over her clit in hard little motions.
And she went off.
Her inner walls clenched around him, hard as she jerked against him. She gripped his shoulder with one of her hands, digging her nails in. “Dimitri.” His name tore from her mouth and the raw sound of it had him rocking his hips up against her even as he continued stroking her.
She arched her back, her breasts thrusting out as her climax hit hard. It seemed to go on forever, but simultaneously it was over too fast.
Breathing hard, she stared down at him as she still straddled him, her eyes heavy-lidded, sated. And to his surprise, she shoved her hand down the front of his pants and grasped his cock. Just like that, took what she wanted.
Then she started stroking as she watched him, kept her gaze pinned to his.
He gritted his teeth at the rush of sensation, his balls pulling up tight. He wasn’t going to last and couldn’t give a shit at the moment about anything other than her hand on him. “Harder,” he rasped out.
She gave him exactly what he demanded. She wrapped her fingers tighter and kept going as she continued to watch him.
Something about the experience was more intense than he’d imagined, the way she was watching him, wanting him—fuck. He surged into orgasm, couldn’t hold back any longer as she stroked him.
He let go of control, coming all over her hand and himself. Breathing unsteadily, he pulled her close so she splayed on him as the lounge chair fell back under their weight.
She looked down at him, her curls cascading everywhere as a very satisfied grin spread over her face. “We are not done for the night.”
“Hell no,” he growled, crushing his mouth to hers again—right as his stupid phone rang. The delivery guy.
She snickered as she looked down between the two of them. “Pretty sure we need to clean up first. Unless you want me to grab the food?”
He grasped onto her hips possessively. “No. You stay put, I’ll be back.” Then he kissed her again, already missing her even though he was only going to be gone for a few moments.
Yep, his bachelorhood was gone. Forever.
Because of Zamira.
