by Jenika Snow
Over and over he dragged his tongue along her cleft, moving to her clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves before dragging it down to press against the opening of her body.
“You taste incredible. So sweet, Brea.” She felt him flattening his tongue and running it up and down her slit. Firm, full lips suctioned onto her clit and sucked hard. A powerful orgasm was building inside of her, dragging the air from her body. Adrian brought her to the precipice and then slowed before it claimed her.
“Please, don’t stop.” The fact that she was practically begging him had her flushing with embarrassment.
“Never. I’ll never stop, Brea.” When his mouth latched on to her clit again and he started that wicked rhythmic suctioning, he didn’t stop when her climax neared.
Thrashing her head back and forth, she’d never felt anything so good. It was when he teased her pussy hole, slowly slipping his thick, long finger into her, that she surrendered to the feeling that washed through her.
Stars danced in front of her vision, and she heard a long, whimpering noise leave her. Adrian was relentless as he dragged out her pleasure with his skillful mouth. When the sensations became too much, she moaned, the sensitivity intense. Before he pulled his mouth away, he kissed her softly against the most intimate part of her before lifting up and staring at her with a hungry expression.
“I want you, Adrian.”
He made this deep, almost inhumane noise. In one fluid motion he stood and stepped out of his pants. His boxer briefs followed.
His body was a masterpiece. The muscles under his tanned and tattooed skin were cut and defined. He was a big man all around and quite intimidating. His shoulders were wide and moved down to bulging biceps. A rippling and cut chest tapered down to narrow hips and that incredible vee of muscle that pointed straight to his straining erection.
God. He was huge.
“When you look at me like that, all I can think about is burying my cock in your sweet little body.”
The air left her in a rush as she listened to his highly erotic words. He bent and retrieved a square foil packet from his pocket and slipped the condom on quickly, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. Crawling toward her, he looked like an animal stalking his prey.
And she was that prey.
His tendons and muscles flexed and bunched as he moved with lethal precision. Hands splaying on her inner thighs, he opened her wider and stared down at what was revealed.
“God, Brea,” he said as his pupils dilated in lust. “You have no idea how much I want you.” His gaze cut to hers. “How much I’ve wanted you.” Taking hold of his thick, hard cock, he brought it to the entrance of her body. The air sawed in and out of her as she watched the sight.
This was it. She was taking that step forward.
Hopefully it wouldn’t fuck everything up.
12
The wet, hot feeling of Brea’s pussy sucking at the head of his cock was nearly his undoing. Adrian gritted his teeth as he fed her more of his shaft. She felt incredibly good, so good that he feared he’d come before they even got started.
When he looked at her, an expression of uninhibited desire was reflected back at him. She looked like a woman with a post-orgasmic high, staring at him with glossy, sleepy eyes, tousled hair, and a lush, ruby-red mouth that was parted in pleasure. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock, and he snapped his jaw closed.
God, she feels so fucking incredible.
“That’s it, Brea, take me all the way.” Breathing out the words, he continued to push his dick into her until the feel of his balls brushing against the curve of her ass had him stilling. Another squeeze of her inner muscles and he gripped her thighs and groaned. “You’re so hot and tight.” Eyes closed because he just didn’t have the strength to keep them open, he could smell her sweet arousal and hear the little sounds of need she made. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel so good. You won’t remember anything but the feeling of me inside of you.”
“Yes, Adrian.”
Bracing his knees apart and pushing her legs as wide as they’d go, he pulled out slowly, feeling every ripple of her pussy contracting around him. When just the tip remained at her entrance, he pushed back in, agonizingly steady, easy. The restraint it was taking him to go slow, to give her time to adjust to his size, was enough to make him go mad.
When he felt her body become wetter, more responsive, he picked up his speed. His strokes were languid at first, but when he stared down at her, splayed out before him like an offering, her couldn’t help but move faster.
Her breasts were beautiful, full and tipped with rose-colored nipples. The tissue was tight, pointing straight up as if seeking his touch, his kiss. He wanted to draw them into his mouth, suck on them until she came from the act alone. His imagination spurred him on, and he found himself pushing into her with faster, harder strokes.
She didn’t tell him to stop. Instead she urged him to give her more. Her breasts swayed with his thrusting, and her creamy skin became flushed.
“Look at me, Brea. Watch me as I take you.” When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he rewarded her by moving fast once again. “Touch your breasts for me.”
She brought her slender hands up to cup her breasts.
Fuck.
The sight had his orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“Yes,” she moaned as she curled her fingers more tightly around the full mounds, rubbing her fingers over the engorged nipples. “I’m so close.” Her eyes were wide as she said it.
He needed to hear her cry out his name, needed to feel her pussy clench around him, milking his shaft until he came right along with her. God, he didn’t want this fucking latex covering him, blocking him from fully feeling her.
Throwing his hips at her harder, faster, he felt sweat make a slow trickle down his spine. He slid his hand down her belly and ran his thumb along her swollen clit. Just that small touch had her back arching and her thighs clamping tightly around him as her orgasm slammed into her.
“Oh, God, Adrian.”
He didn’t relent on rubbing her clit or pumping his cock into her. Her tender flesh rippled around him, and he groaned as his climax approached. “Brea.” Rubbing her clit faster and adding a little more pressure, he thrust into her once, twice, and stilled on the third. “Ah…Christ.” He came so hard he couldn’t breathe.
The world around him faded just as he felt Brea orgasm again. She gripped his forearms, her nails biting into his flesh and causing him to growl in approval.
“Yes.” Hissing under his breath, he heaved and collapsed on her, making sure to brace his weight on his elbows.
Heavy pants came out of her and coasted against his neck. “God, Brea. That was…” Could he even find words to describe that?
“Wow.”
He chuckled at her breathless response. “Yeah, something like that.” Kissing her temple, he pulled out of her with a groan of disappointment. She lay in the center of the bed, her gloriously nude body flushed and dots of perspiration covering it. Her eyes were closed, but a small smile graced her swollen lips. He could have stared at her all night.
Fuck. Does this woman know she can bring me to my very knees?
He knew she was tender. Hell, he felt like he had been an animal with her. “Are you sore?”
“Mmmm. Yes, but in a good way.” Silence descended on them, but he didn’t break it. It was comforting just lying beside her, holding her, looking at her, knowing she was right here with him. He let his gaze travel down her body. He lifted his hand, not being able to stop himself from running his fingers across the underside of one of the firm, soft mounds of her breasts.
A hum of approval left her.
“Like that, pretty girl?” Her blonde lashes lay along her alabaster cheeks like crescent moons. When she opened her eyes, the blue was deep and clear.
“I like everything you do to me.”
He grew bolder by her statement. Cupping her breast, h
e loved how the full weight felt in his palm. Thumb brushing along the turgid peak, he watched in awe as it tightened up farther, the color deepening.
“That feels nice.”
“Yeah, it does.” His mouth watered at the sight, and he leaned in, bringing his mouth over the tip and sucking it in deep. Her skin tasted slightly salty from their lovemaking, but there was a hint of sweetness that had his cock hardening once more. “I could take you again, Brea. Right now.” He didn’t know why he said that. No doubt she was sore, but to his surprise her smile became seductive.
“I thought a man only had it in him once.”
That was true in most cases, but with her he could go all night. The very thought that she’d let him inside her body again had him painfully aroused.
“I’m wet for you, Adrian.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, and he growled. She didn’t know how her soft-spoken words could have him falling to his knees and giving her whatever she wanted. “Touch me.” Her hand covered his that cupped her breasts. She interlinked their fingers.
Taking the lead, she slid their intertwined fingers across her ribs, over her hip bones, and placed them over her scorching-hot pussy. Her mouth opened slightly, and he heard the air saw in and out of her as he moved her moisture around. She let go of his hand and thrust her hips up at him.
“I’ve never spoken so bluntly before. I don’t know if I’m doing it right. If I’m pleasing you.”
Rising up so that he could look at her, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. “Everything you do pleases me. Your sweet voice, your intoxicating smell, your luscious body. Everything about you arouses me too, makes me so damn hungry for you.” He used his finger to slip into her folds, running the digit up and down and having her arch into his chest. He placed his hand under her leg and brought it up and over his hip. A small noise escaped her.
“You make me feel…vulnerable.” Big blue eyes stared at him. Her words were spoken softly, but they held so much emotion that it was as if she’d shouted in the room. When he slipped his finger into her, gazes still locked together, he felt her inner muscles clench in response.
“If only you knew.” The words were on the tip of his tongue, three little words that didn’t seem like they truly expressed how he felt. It didn’t matter that their time together had been so short. The feelings she conjured inside of him hit him harder than anything ever had. There was no way he could ignore them, no way he would. It was a fierce and raw hunger for her that made him mindless. If he uttered I love you, there was no doubt in his mind she would bolt, and not being with her was not an option.
He needed to go slow with her, let her take control, let her know that she held all the power.
Her body was tight, hot, and wet, and when he fucked her with his finger, the only thing he could think about was feeling her around his cock. They moved in at the same time, their lips pressing together as her body started to slowly rock back and forth on his thrusting finger. Their movements were lazy, but he was in no rush.
They had all night.
13
It felt so good. Better than anything Brea had ever felt. Adrian continued to push his finger into her, and before she knew it, he added a second. The fullness of those digits didn’t hold a candle to what it felt like to be filled with his cock. Just like the rest of his body, Adrian’s dick was big and thick, with heavy veins lining it and a wide head that hit just the right spot inside of her.
“Oh God, right there. Yes.” The way he twisted his fingers hit the inflamed, sensitive tissue inside of her. Warmth spread throughout her as he shoved those digits into her deeper, harder. “Yes.” A hiss of air escaped her when his thumb started rubbing circles around her clit.
Embarrassment should have flooded her at how she was fucking herself on his hand, throwing her hips up and down, bringing herself closer to coming again. He was relentless as he teased her, tantalized her, and made her cry out his name as pleasure racked her body.
“That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my hand, Brea.” Hot, humid breath slid across her cheek, and she searched for the source, slamming her mouth against his and kissing him as she rode out the ecstasy.
When the last tremor went through her body, she sagged against his chest, feeling the drying sweat that coated his smooth flesh. Without thinking, just acting on her desire as he continued to gently stroke her, she pressed openmouthed kisses along his pectoral muscles. She traced a dark, curving line of ink with her tongue, tasting the saltiness and dark flavor that coated his skin.
“God, Brea,” he said as he speared his hands into her hair, bringing her closer. His erection was hot and hard against her mound, and she was surprised that he could get aroused so quickly. “Ride me, sweetheart.” Cupping the side of her head, he tilted her so she could look at him. “Take control. Take what you need from me.”
Fear took her in a stranglehold at his words. He stared at her so deeply, his words telling her exactly what she needed to hear. Never had she been in control, and here was this man, physically superior to her, giving her all the control. She would be the one that held the power. Could she do it? Give up the only identity she had known for all those years? She had given Cameron so much of herself, let him be demanding and take control of her. He had hurt her, mentally and physically, degraded her, isolated her, and made her more like one of his possessions than the woman he claimed to love. Yet here was Adrian, clearly a very dominating man, submitting to her, giving the reins to her.
He moved away, and there was an instant that she feared he had changed his mind, that he regretted submitting to a woman. All her insecurities came back like a slap in the face, and she held back her tears, refusing to let him see her that way. She went to move off the bed, not knowing how to feel about what was happening, but feeling Adrian’s big hand gently grab hers.
“Hey, where are you going, pretty girl?”
“What?” That lone word was pitched low, but she knew he heard her nonetheless.
“I know you aren’t just going to leave me. Not when we have only just gotten started.” A sexy grin spread across his face, and he held up another square foil packet.
“You come prepared, don’t you?” She was only teasing, but a sheepish look crossed his face and he suddenly became uncomfortable. “I’m just teasing.”
He ran his hand over the back of his neck and brought his gaze back to hers. “Brea—”
She moved toward him, throwing caution to the wind and going after what she wanted … Adrian. “Stop talking and kiss me.”
He didn’t disappoint. Their mouths meshed together, and his rough groan had her pussy clenching. He was still hard against her belly, and she spread her legs, loving how the thick length pressed between her cleft.
Bodies moving suggestively together, he gripped the back of her thighs, right where the crease of her ass was, and pulled her on top of him. This was all so new to her, but she wanted to experience this first time of freedom with him.
His cock pressed along her belly, all hot velvet over steel. His hands stayed on her ass, gripping the flesh, squeezing the globes as if he couldn’t get enough. He must feel exactly how she did.
“Straddle me, baby.”
Spreading her legs so that one was on each side of his waist, she gasped when he adjusted his shaft and his erection pressed against her sensitive pussy.
The root of his cock rubbed against her clit as he slowly started lifting his hips. Their kiss didn’t break as he used his hold on her ass to rub her pussy along his length. There was no penetration, but she could have easily gotten off from the sensuous glide of his length along her cleft.
His movements brought her closer and closer to another orgasm she hadn’t thought she’d be able to have so soon.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” He moved her faster over him while his hips kept rhythm. She was slick, so damn wet that she could feel it coat her inner thighs.
“Adrian.” His name was a low moan from her as her climax
claimed her, taking her away and having her whole body igniting with pleasure.
“That’s it. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
His erotic words had another series of tremors racking her. Burying her head in his neck, she gasped from the intensity of it. It was all so good.
“Put the condom on me, baby.” His words were muffled by her hair, but Brea lifted her head and saw the foil packet in Adrian’s hand. He looked at her like he was starving for her.
Although she’d never done something that seemed so sensual, she definitely wanted to. Taking it from him, she tore it open and sat up. When she looked down at the thick, long flesh, glossy from her pussy and lying against his rippled abdomen, past his belly button, her mouth went dry. He’d been inside of her. His impressive cock had been buried in her body, filling her, stretching her. She wanted that again.
Adrian gripped his shaft and held it for her. When she rolled the latex over him, his body tensed and his breathing became fast and uneven. “I can’t take any more, pretty girl. I need to be in you again. Take my cock and feed it inside of you.” His voice was so low, so rough that it had her vagina clenching hard.
This is me taking control.
She wrapped her hand around his erection, her heart beating fast when her thumb and middle finger couldn’t touch. Rising up, she placed the tip at the entrance of her body and started to lower herself. Adrian’s expression was almost pained as he watched her through slitted lids. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his girth and couldn’t help biting her lip to stop from moaning.
“Don’t hold it in. Don’t. I want to hear you so fucking badly.”
Her body met his as she sank completely down on him. Their mutual groans filled the room. The feeling was intense and all encompassing. She placed her hands on his chest, bracing herself as she rose above him, his shaft sliding through her folds and causing the most torturous of pleasures.
The feel of his hands on her hips, gripping the flesh so tightly she felt completely possessed by him, had her growing bolder. When she slid back down his length, she pressed her body harder against his, causing the very tip of him to hit the back of her. They both gasped at the feeling of him bottoming out in her.
