by Lora Leigh
Page 12
“So good,” he growled, licking at her. “Delicious, Tess. But I need more, baby. Come for me. Come for me so I can love you the way I need to. ”
A finger, thick and long slid deep into her vagina, his mouth covered her clit, his tongue flickering in a wicked dance of pleasure as his finger filled her, retreated, then thrust inside her again. Tess bucked against him, her legs tightening around his head, her body heaving. Fire struck her loins, swelled her clit further, clenched her womb. The blood rushed through her body, carrying ecstasy, rapture, until she felt every particle of her being erupt against his mouth.
She was still crying, arching when he jerked her thighs apart and moved between them quickly.
“I love you, Tess,” he whispered as he lowered himself against her, his cock, sliding against the lips of her sex, nudging inside them, then parting the tight muscles of her vagina.
“I love you,” she whispered in return as the head of his cock parted her, slid in inch by inch, easing past the sensitive tissue, allowing her to feel every hard, hot, throbbing inch he was giving her. “Oh God, Cole, you’ll kill me. ”
It was too much. He was too slow. The exquisite stretching, the slow stroke across nerve endings so sensitive, so desperate for relief, was taking her breath. Her head tossed on the bed, her hands slid across his sweat-dampened shoulders, then clenched in the silk of his hair.
“I’m loving you,” he groaned. “Enjoy it, baby, it may not happen like this again for a while. ”
Torturous pleasure raged through her body. She could feel the clench of her vagina on the thick, hot shaft working gently inside her, the slow stretching, the hot brand of possession as he slid in to the hilt, then paused.
“Tess, baby,” he whispered as he filled her, burying his face in her neck, his lips stroking her heatedly as he groaned.
She tightened the muscles of her vagina around his cock, whimpering at the heat, the searing sensations of near orgasm.
“I love you,” she cried out again, holding him close, holding him tight. “I love you Cole, but I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll kill you. ”
He didn’t need a second urging. Bracing his knees on the mattress, he pulled back then slammed inside her. Tess screamed out at the rocketing, agonizing pleasure. Her back bowed, her legs curled around his hips, enclosing him in a vice as she fought to make him move harder, faster. She didn’t have to urge him much.
With a harsh male cry of victory he began to thrust heatedly, heavily inside the slick heat of her body. Tess trembled at the onslaught of fiery sensations. Her vagina was stretched, filled, repeatedly stroked in hard, long thrusts that drove her higher, closer, strangling the breath in her throat as her release began to tear through her.
Like an orgasmic quake it rushed over her body, tightened her muscles and flung her from a precipice of agonizing need. Her cry echoed around her, distant, dazed as Cole gave one more gasping thrust then groaned out his release. She felt the hot, thick jets of his semen spurting inside her, filling her, completing her until she collapsed, boneless in his arms.
“Mine,” he growled breathlessly as he fought to breath. “Now that I’ve taken you Tess, I won’t let you go. ”
“Mm,” she smiled tiredly. “Give me a minute and you can take again. ”
Cole chuckled tiredly, rolled from her and gathered her against his sweat-dampened chest.
“Sleep first,” he grunted. “Then I’ll dominate you some more. ”
“Or I could dominate you,” she suggested with a smile. “Wake you up tied down. Torture you a little. ”
He gave her a worried look.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she imitated his slow, sexy drawl. “You’ll love it. ”
The End
