"Enough." He pulled back, his fingers holding tight to her head as she fought to follow him, her lips shiny, swollen from his possession of them.
"I want more," she whispered as he uncurled her fingers from the pulsing flesh. "Let me touch you, Lance. Just this once."
"Soon. Not yet, baby."
He pushed her back to the bed, followed her, and when his lips covered hers, the sweet taste of her filling his senses again, he forgot about control.
His fingers tunneled into her hair, holding her head in place as he let his lips devour her. He teased her tongue, sucked at it, slow, gentle pulls that seemed to intensify the taste he craved.
He was dying for her, craving her. He was becoming addicted.
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Harmony fought. It was a losing battle, but still she fought to maintain enough control to be alert, to be on guard. Something wasn't right here, not quite normal. From the moment she caught sight of him tonight, she had known her fascination with him was too strong. Too intense.
But this, this lust, was insane. It clawed at her womb, dug into her pu**y and sent her juices spilling from her spasming vagina. It made her clutch at him, her lips opening beneath his as he removed her bra, leaving only the thong. And that for only the length of time it took for his hands to get to her h*ps and tear it away.
"Fuck, you're hot." He groaned as she cried out. His fingers were sliding through the wet slit between her thighs, his thumb rubbing over her clit, circling it with devastating results as his lips moved down her neck, heading for the heaving curves of her br**sts. The pleasure was agonizing. Harmony had never known of sensations so extreme, so brutal that she couldn't focus her senses elsewhere at the same time. She had never known anything but terror that could overtake the body, the heart and the soul in one fell swoop. Until now.
Lance's hands touched her, caressed, spreading fire, creating a firestorm of bliss that burned through any other thought, any other instinct.
The need to mate became imperative. To feel his body moving over her, inside her, taking her, possessing her…
"Fuck me!" She barely held back the snarl as his lips and tongue moved to a painfully erect, highly sensitive nipple.
He chuckled, a dark sound of satisfaction as his finger moved from the slick contours of her pu**y to grip her hip, holding her in place as she arched against him.
"Soon," he whispered. "Easy, baby. Let's see how hot it can get." She couldn't imagine hotter. Couldn't imagine surviving it if her body became so much as a breath more sensitive.
"It can't get hotter," she gasped, no longer recognizing herself or her own body as his teeth raked over her nipple, drawing a ragged cry from her throat. If it became hotter, there was no way she could survive. No way to turn from him unaffected.
"Of course it can," he crooned, his voice husky, rough. He gave her nipple a gentle nip. She stared down at him, seeing the sexual, sensual animal bending over her, and wanted to cry out at the injustice of it.
One night. Just one night.
Her hands were tangled in his hair, and she couldn't remember moving them from the bed. But she felt the coarse strands between her fingers, the warmth of it heating the sensitive pads.
"I need you now." She was shaking, trembling with that need, but she couldn't control the impulse to touch him. One hand fell from his hair to his face, her fingers moving over the hard planes and angles, tentatively smoothing over his lips.
He nipped her thumb, gripped it between his straight, white teeth as his tongue swiped over it with hungry heat.
"We could play later," she whispered breathlessly, on fire, feeling the thick length of his c**k by her thigh as her pu**y wept in need of it.
"We'll play later too." His fingers wrapped around her wrist, lowering it to his shoulder as his head dipped, his tongue trailing down the middle of her stomach in a rapid course to the tormented flesh between her thighs.
He glanced up at her with each kiss to her quivering belly, his eyes sparkling with warmth, laughter and hunger. A wild, vibrant hunger echoed and built within her until she could feel the flames overtaking her.
"Lance." The sound of her own cry shocked her—hoarse, edged with desperation as his head neared the soaked curves of her pu**y. "I can't take it… Please…" She was on the edge of a precipice that terrified her. She had never flown so high, never known such pleasure. Holding onto her control, shredded though it was, became imperative.
"Just a little bit more, baby. I just want a little taste. That's all… Just lay back and let it feel good. I promise to make it feel good." His wicked smile was followed by a puff of air over the violently sensitive, swollen clit.
Darkness shrouded her then. Her eyes closed, her strength drained until she could do nothing but respond. She arched to him, a shattered cry leaving her throat as his tongue moved in to torture her, to torment her quaking cunt.
"There's a good girl." He groaned as her thighs fell open farther. "Let me show you how good it can be, baby."
Good? It surpassed good. It was torture.
His tongue was a flaming lash of pleasure, working its way slowly through the narrow slit as his fingers parted the plump lips.
"So sweet and bare." He groaned. "I love your na**d pu**y, Harmony. I love feeling all your silky flesh, wet and hot and straining toward me."
She strained harder. His tongue licked through each fold, tickled around her clit, slid down, rimmed the spasming opening to her vagina and then began again. Gasping, fighting to breathe, Harmony felt her hands gripping his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she fought to hold him in one place, to find the release hovering just out of reach.
His tongue was wicked, imperious. It sought, demanded, and drew from her a pleasure that exceeded any she had heard of, let alone known. It sent lightning crashing through her system. Tidal waves of sensation clashed through her mind, causing her to jerk, to shudder, her cries to echo around her as control was lost.
When his lips moved back to her clit, a hard male finger tested the entrance to her pu**y, worked in, caressed and stroked, sending spasms racing through the very heart of her womb.
"Lance…" Her scream was strangled. "For God's sake. Please…" Another finger joined the first. His lips covered the swollen bud of her clitoris, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue flickering over it like flames of lust as she felt herself fly higher. Higher.