“How much do you like that, sweetheart?” He was dying for more of her. He smoothed his fingers along the saturated curls, feeling her syrup cling to them, tasting the sweetness of her against his tongue as he licked around the swollen little bud of her cl*t once again.
“I love it,” she whimpered. “Oh God, Dawg. I love it.”
Her cl*t throbbed against his tongue, almost as fiercely as his c**k was throbbing in his jeans. He was wild for her, driven by a hunger that made no sense to him, that had his senses consumed by her, his muscles tight with the need to taste her, touch her, f**k her.
She belonged to him.
And where that thought came from he had no idea.
But it was there, suddenly so much a part of him that it sent a hard shudder racing through his body.
“I can’t breathe,” she panted, arching, writhing beneath him as his hands held her still. Her voice was soft, light, echoing with her own hunger.
Dawg lapped at her; his tongue slid through the soft folds, ached for bare, creamy flesh all around.
She would be visiting the spa soon, he assured himself. He needed her soft pu**y bare to his lips, so sensitive that his breath washing over it would send her to the brink of cl**ax.
As he moved lower, the snug little opening that drew him clenched and fluttered against his tongue.
Sliding his hands under her hips, he lifted her higher, closer, then sent his tongue burrowing into the sweetest flesh he had ever known.
Crista knew she was losing her mind beneath his touch. Stars exploded against the backdrop of her closed eyes and sent her arching closer, desperate for more. She fought the hands holding her, the broad shoulders that held her legs wide, and pleaded for more.
“Damn, you’re sweet,” he muttered as his head lifted just enough to allow his tongue to lick back to her clit. Not that it brought her any semblance of control, because his fingers were moving in to replace his tongue, sliding inside her, first one, then two, stretching her with exquisite heat as she undulated beneath him.
“I could eat you for hours.” His voice was a rumbled vibration against her clit. “So creamy and sweet.”
His voice stroked over her senses, drawing her farther into the maelstrom of sensation tearing through her body. She was helpless against it, helpless against him.
His fingers moved inside her, f**king her with long, smooth strokes as she tightened around him and begged for release.
“Your pu**y’s so tight, Crista.” He lodged his fingers inside her. Just his fingertips, rasping inside her, bringing to life nerve endings she couldn’t have possibly known existed.
“Stop teasing me,” she gasped, shaking in his hold, her h*ps lifting to his hot mouth as he licked around her cl*t with gentle strokes. “Please Dawg. Let me come. I need to come.”
“Just a little longer.” His breathing was harsh, the strokes of his fingers inside her pu**y were deeper now, stronger.
Crista felt her pu**y clenching, felt the wash of her juices and his tongue licking, stroking her.
“I want your pu**y waxed,” he groaned. “All sweet and soft and sensitive. I want to lick your juices from every sweet inch of this hot little pu**y.”
Her fingers tightened in her hair as a shaft of white-hot heat seared her womb. Perspiration gathered on her flesh, ran in rivulets across her chest and br**sts. The air became heated despite the air conditioning, and Crista could feel her own body unraveling as Dawg’s lips surrounded her clit, suckled, licked, and gave her release.
She wondered if he gave her death along with it.
She was barely aware of her own screams, hoarse and broken, as he f**ked her with hard thrusts of his fingers and sucked at her cl*t with deep, hungry draws of his mouth.
She twisted beneath him, fought the explosions of rapture, and finally fell beneath the force of pleasure overtaking her. Beneath the force of Dawg’s hungry touch.
There was no chance to gather herself for the next attack against her soul. How he had managed to shed his jeans so quickly she would never be certain, but before the last tidal wave of ecstasy had dissolved, he was on his knees, fitting his c**k between the swollen folds of her pu**y and pushing inside her.
Crista stilled, froze. Her eyes jerked open to stare in his piercing gaze as he rested on his knees, his eyes lowered to where he was slowly, oh God so slowly, penetrating her.
Inch by torturously pleasurable inch. Burning because the fit was so tight, because the width of his c**k stretched her to the point of pleasured pain as it stroked inside her.
“This is what I’ve dreamed of.” His breath was sawing, his voice guttural. “Watching you take me, hug me. Feeling your pu**y tighten around me like a fiery fist.”
Her h*ps jerked upward, and between one broken breath and the next, his erection plunged forcefully inside her, and with the surge of sensation came a surge of primal ferocity she hadn’t known she possessed.
Her legs lifted, wrapping possessively around him, angling her h*ps up to him, taking all of him, deeper than before, harder than before.
Her nails raked over his hair-spattered chest, combing through the sweat-dampened black curls before skimming along his abdomen and back again. Just to touch him, to feel the shudders racing through his body.
Then she was moving beneath him, fighting for dominance as she watched his eyes narrow a second before he gave her what she wanted.
Surprisingly. He moved, going to his back as he lifted her above him, never dislodging from her, thrusting deeper as she settled astride him and began to move.
The feel of his c**k moving inside her was exquisite. The way he stretched her, burned her. The throb of blood pounding into the shaft and rippling against her sensitive inner walls drove her crazy with need. She wanted more sensation, harder strokes, a deeper burn.
“Slow down.” His hands gripped her h*ps as she began to impale herself on him.
“No.” Crista shook her head wildly. “Not yet. Let me—”
“You’re not coming yet, Crista.” His voice was forceful. Dominant. As dominant as the hands that restrained her h*ps and kept her from riding him as she needed to.
“I need to come again, Dawg.” She would be embarrassed over the whimper in her voice later.
“Just one more time. Just now.”
She flexed above him, straining as his c**k stroked her internally.
“Soon, sweetheart.” He grimaced. “Soon…Ah f**k!”
She lowered her upper body, her lips moving to a flat, hard nipple that she nipped at gently, then licked, tasting the salty male taste of his flesh and the heat of his lust.