the
entrance to her pussy, she came undone.
Pleasure consumed her, coursed through her like a living
thing. It seemed as if she became a being without thought, one who existed
solely on feeling and emotion. She writhed and bucked, hoarse cries falling
from her lips and punctuating the wet sounds of his suction on her pussy.
Against her protests, he withdrew from her sheath. After murmuring a low
reassurance, he latched on to her clit once more and buried two fingers in her
pussy. Rowyn released a strangled cry and rocked her hips in time to the hard
thrusts.
“Darius,” she begged, clawing at the bed sheets. “Please let
me come. I need to…” The tempo increased—he flicked faster and finger fucked
her harder. The orgasm swirled low in her back, her pelvis. Like a runaway
train picking up speed, it rocketed closer and closer until…
She screamed. Her body stiffened, jerked. Release rolled
through her, over her. Darius nursed it, lapping at her clit, stimulating her
sex with slow, shallow stabs of his fingers, bringing her down but also
building the pleasure up again.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled and jackknifed off the
bed. In seconds he’d grabbed his pants off the floor then removed his wallet
and the condom tucked in the fold. With hurried movements, he sheathed his cock
with the latex and climbed back onto the mattress. He knelt between her spread
legs and rubbed his hands up her calves to her inner thighs. He brushed the crease
where her legs and torso met with his fingertips. “Wider, sweetheart. Open up
for me.”
Heart pounding, she stared up at him and submitted to his
command. Anticipation—and just a bit of feminine apprehension—fluttered in her
stomach. But the hunger to have his cock spread her with its special burn,
taking her to the delicious edge that rode pain and pleasure, overrode
everything else. She needed it—longed for it.
“Please,” she whispered and held her arms outstretched to
him, inviting him into her embrace. Her personal space. She wanted to breathe
him in, the scent of sand and sex that clung to his skin. Darius accepted the
invitation, sliding over her and melding his mouth to hers in a kiss that spoke
of lust and passion. Yet the tender glide of his lips—once, twice, before his
tongue plunged deep—hinted at a gentleness that exceeded need.
He pressed his chest to her breasts and she couldn’t help
but subtly twist her torso to rub her hard, aching nipples over his muscles.
She gasped as the spear of pleasure shot directly from the stiff tips to her
pulsing clit. With a tilt of her pelvis, she stroked her drenched folds over
his cock. The pressure dragged a long moan from her.
Darius continued to make love to her mouth as he planted his
hands on either side of her head and levered his torso off hers. A moment
later, his cock head prodded her pussy. Finally. She tore her mouth away
from his and turned her head to the side, eyes squeezed shut.
“Uh-uh.” The low, sexy tone licked over her skin seconds
before his tongue blazed a path up her neck to nip her earlobe. “Don’t turn
away. It’s you and me.”
“I’m not turning away,” she contradicted his assumption.
Rowyn returned her gaze to his and drank in the gleaming blue eyes,
kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheekbones and hard jaw. “I just want to remember
every moment. For later.”
He stared down at her, silent for several long seconds. Then
he lowered his lashes, bent his head, brushed a soft caress over her brow—and
thrust forward.
She gasped. Her neck arched and she clutched his arms in a
hang-on-for-dear-life grip. So full. God, so good.
“I want in, Rowyn,” he demanded softly in her ear. “Six
months, sweetheart. I want in now.” He nipped the curve of her ear and laid a
kiss just below her lobe, steadily surging forward and withdrawing. With each
thrust and retreat, he claimed more of her pussy. The heavy weight of his cock
and the power of each stroke stretched her sex and
entrance to her pussy, she came undone.
Pleasure consumed her, coursed through her like a living
thing. It seemed as if she became a being without thought, one who existed
solely on feeling and emotion. She writhed and bucked, hoarse cries falling
from her lips and punctuating the wet sounds of his suction on her pussy.
Against her protests, he withdrew from her sheath. After murmuring a low
reassurance, he latched on to her clit once more and buried two fingers in her
pussy. Rowyn released a strangled cry and rocked her hips in time to the hard
thrusts.
“Darius,” she begged, clawing at the bed sheets. “Please let
me come. I need to…” The tempo increased—he flicked faster and finger fucked
her harder. The orgasm swirled low in her back, her pelvis. Like a runaway
train picking up speed, it rocketed closer and closer until…
She screamed. Her body stiffened, jerked. Release rolled
through her, over her. Darius nursed it, lapping at her clit, stimulating her
sex with slow, shallow stabs of his fingers, bringing her down but also
building the pleasure up again.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled and jackknifed off the
bed. In seconds he’d grabbed his pants off the floor then removed his wallet
and the condom tucked in the fold. With hurried movements, he sheathed his cock
with the latex and climbed back onto the mattress. He knelt between her spread
legs and rubbed his hands up her calves to her inner thighs. He brushed the crease
where her legs and torso met with his fingertips. “Wider, sweetheart. Open up
for me.”
Heart pounding, she stared up at him and submitted to his
command. Anticipation—and just a bit of feminine apprehension—fluttered in her
stomach. But the hunger to have his cock spread her with its special burn,
taking her to the delicious edge that rode pain and pleasure, overrode
everything else. She needed it—longed for it.
“Please,” she whispered and held her arms outstretched to
him, inviting him into her embrace. Her personal space. She wanted to breathe
him in, the scent of sand and sex that clung to his skin. Darius accepted the
invitation, sliding over her and melding his mouth to hers in a kiss that spoke
of lust and passion. Yet the tender glide of his lips—once, twice, before his
tongue plunged deep—hinted at a gentleness that exceeded need.
He pressed his chest to her breasts and she couldn’t help
but subtly twist her torso to rub her hard, aching nipples over his muscles.
She gasped as the spear of pleasure shot directly from the stiff tips to her
pulsing clit. With a tilt of her pelvis, she stroked her drenched folds over
his cock. The pressure dragged a long moan from her.
Darius continued to make love to her mouth as he planted his
hands on either side of her head and levered his torso off hers. A moment
later, his cock head prodded her pussy. Finally. She tore her mouth away
from his and turned her head to the side, eyes squeezed shut.
“Uh-uh.” The low, sexy tone licked over her skin seconds
before his tongue blazed a path up her neck to nip her earlobe. “Don’t turn
away. It’s you and me.”
“I’m not turning away,” she contradicted his assumption.
Rowyn returned her gaze to his and drank in the gleaming blue eyes,
kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheekbones and hard jaw. “I just want to remember
every moment. For later.”
He stared down at her, silent for several long seconds. Then
he lowered his lashes, bent his head, brushed a soft caress over her brow—and
thrust forward.
She gasped. Her neck arched and she clutched his arms in a
hang-on-for-dear-life grip. So full. God, so good.
“I want in, Rowyn,” he demanded softly in her ear. “Six
months, sweetheart. I want in now.” He nipped the curve of her ear and laid a
kiss just below her lobe, steadily surging forward and withdrawing. With each
thrust and retreat, he claimed more of her pussy. The heavy weight of his cock
and the power of each stroke stretched her sex and
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