Crash Into Me by K.M. Scott Page B

muscular ridges of his body. My eyes were riveted to the
design, two black and grey copperhead snakes that formed an inverted heart
shape and blended into a tribal tattoo that covered his shoulder and ran down
his arm over his powerful bicep.
    Stepping
toward me, he brushed a wisp of hair from my face. "Where is that honesty
I love, Nina?"
    The
honesty he loved terrified me almost as much as he did.
    His
hands undressed me as he tenderly peppered my neck with kisses, sending
tendrils of want throughout my body. My dress slipped down over my shoulders
and hips to end up in a heap on the floor, leaving me only in my drenched
panties and bra, which quickly followed the rest of my clothes.
    He
moaned my name as he lifted me onto the bed and slid out of his pants as he
climbed up to join me. I reached out to pull him to me, but he sat back on his
feet and the next thing I felt was the most exquisite sensation I'd ever
experienced. I pressed my head into the pillows as his tongue danced over my
tender flesh, flicking and lapping so expertly that my body wanted to surrender
to him long before it should.
    His
lips closed around my excited clit, and he sucked gently for just a moment, but
it was enough. My orgasm tore through me until it reached the very ends of my
body, and I arched my back to feel all of his mouth against me as I exploded
into pieces. He pushed my hips down onto the bed and held me tightly as he rode
my pussy with his tongue and lips. For a moment I fought against his hold, but
soon gave in to his control, begging for more as my skin grew sensitive to the
touch.
    He
groaned my name as he slid his body up mine until he covered me. His mouth
pressed against my mouth, and I tasted myself on his tongue as it slipped
across my lips. His hands pushed into my hair and tugged, sending a mixture of
pain and pleasure skittering over my scalp. My senses threatened overload, but
I would have begged for more, if need be. He was power and control, and I loved
it.
    A
quick lean over to the nightstand and the sound of foil tearing and he was back
kissing me. Spreading my thighs wider, he settled in between them with a moan
and slid the full length of his cock through my wet slit. He was thick and
long, nearly making me come again with one thrust over my sensitive clit. As
much as that would have been pure pleasure, I wanted to hold back until he was
inside me.
    I
slid my hands down his back and pulled him into me, desperate to have all of
him. As he devoured my mouth with kisses, he pushed into my body, inch by
delicious inch until every part of our bodies joined together as one.
    The
feeling was unlike anything else I'd ever experienced. His rhythm met mine and
I clung to his shoulders as he thrust up into me, grazing some delicious spot
inside me that sent strings of pleasure rippling through my body.
    Tristan
lifted his head from my neck and looked into my eyes. His gaze was full of need
as he retreated from my body and then drove back into me with a deep groan. He
was the picture of desire.
    I
wanted him to feel as wonderful as he made me feel. Wrapping my legs around his
waist, I tilted my hips to take him deeper into me. He exhaled heavily into the
pillow near my ear, moaning, "Oh, God, Nina," and buried his cock to
the hilt.
    My
nails scratched down his back as our bodies raced toward sweet oblivion. He
moved to his knees and rolled his back, his hips thrusting faster as his muscles
tightened, signaling his release. In a second, my own orgasm roared through me,
and I cried out in ecstasy.
    Exhausted,
we laid there in each other's arms silently joined together for what seemed
like hours. I stroked his hair where it touched his neck, damp from our
lovemaking, as his breathing returned to normal next to my ear. Even though he
was much bigger than I was, the feel of him on top of me wasn't heavy or
oppressive, and I would have been happy to stay like that forever.
    When
he finally rolled off me, he wrapped his arm around my