Her gown fell back from her thighs as she felt his hard, muscular thigh press harder, more firmly, into the sensitive mound of her pu**y.
“Jordan,” the moan rose unbidden. “I’ve needed this. I’ve needed this so desperately.”
“More?” he growled. “Do you want more, Tey?”
More? She was ready to beg for more, did that count?
Her cl*t throbbed. The aching torment of unquenched pleasure rose inside her, burning through her body and dampening her skin with perspiration. Her br**sts were swollen and sensitive, her ni**les tight and hard. Every cell in her body was screaming for his touch.
“Answer me, Tey.” Rougher, darker, his voice stroked over her senses as she felt his fingers curve over the bare flesh of her rear. “Do you want more, sweetheart? Is this what you want?” His fingers curved, pushed beneath her rear, and found the lush, slick flesh of her pu**y weeping in need. Swollen, sensitive, the folds of flesh felt too hot, too slick and wet with her juices.
“Yes.” It was a hiss of exquisite pleasure the only answer she could give. His fingers stroked, rubbing against the clenched opening of her pu**y, and sent rasping flares of pleasure rushing through the sensitive flesh, through her cl*t and straight to the inner walls of her pu**y.
Oh God, she wanted to come. She was so close. She could feel the need throbbing in her clit, rushing through her veins. It was a pleasure born of emotion, and she knew it. Emotion she’d kept tightly reined, until now. Until his kiss, his touch, had released it.
Until his fingers rubbed against her opening, pressed and parted the sensitive flesh to slip inside just enough to make her entire body burn. To penetrate just deep enough to make her hungrier, to make her moan in rising excitement.
“You’ve been begging for it, Tey,” he groaned, his voice dark and rough, as the tips of his fingers stroked and rubbed sensitive flesh, sending pleasure rocking through her.
“And you haven’t?” she gasped, her head rolling against the wall as those two fingers sank just deeply enough to drag an unwilling cry from her throat. “Every time you warned one of your men off…” A startled, desperate cry tore from her lips as his fingers jerked back, then plunged forward, stroking inside her with a whiplash of intensity certain to weaken her mind. Stretching, heating, the walls of her pu**y clenched desperately as though to hold his fingers locked inside her.
Her h*ps jerked, trying to force his fingers deeper as she felt her juices gathering, saturating his fingers as he pulled back and thrust inside her again. The shallow strokes were just enough to build the flames of sensual desperation higher.
“If one of my men had touched you, I would have had to kill him,” he suddenly snarled, his fingers f**king deeper inside her. Her pu**y creamed shamefully around his fingers as pleasure surged through it. “I would have made sure he was gone, Tehya, one way or the other.”
He lifted his head and those wild blue eyes glared down at hers, his dark face flushed with lust. She fought to keep her eyes open. It was hard. She wanted to look at him, to see him as he touched her, as heated lust poured into his gaze and tightened his expression.
She had waited so long for this. For his kiss, for his touch. She didn’t want to miss so much as a single sensation or one agonizingly pleasurable moment.
He didn’t give her a chance to reply. His lips moved back to hers, kissing her with a greedy hunger that had her arching closer as her fingers gripped the back of his neck, beneath the long strands of rich, silky black hair.
She had never known sensations so rich and lush, so incredibly vivid. She had had sex before, but never had it made her mindless, made her so desperate for it that all she could do was hold on and moan incoherently for more.
A keening wail tore from her throat as the fingers lodged inside her began to rub rather than thrust. He chose a spot so ultrasensitive, so wickedly heated, that she began to shake from the sensations. With his finger curved he reach high in the back of her pu**y, pressed and rubbed and sent rapture electrifying her clit.
Her entire body was stretched on a rack of such incredible pleasure that she felt intoxicated. Her senses were dazed with the overload of sensations, her pu**y clenching, snug muscles tightening on the two wicked fingers stroking her with diabolical torturous intent.
“There, Tey,” he panted as his lips slid from hers again. “You’re so wet, baby. So sweet and hot. So f**king tight.”
Her pu**y spasmed again, her juices spilling around his fingers as his head lowered, his teeth raking against her neck while he nipped and kissed the sensitive flesh there.
The low-cut bodice of her gown was pushed aside, her br**sts rising to his lips, her ni**les hard, aching, as he kissed a path from one to the other.
Tehya swore she lost consciousness for a moment as his lips surrounded the hardened bud and sucked it inside with a tight, hard drawing motion of his mouth.
“Jordan … Oh God, yes,” she cried out desperately. “It’s so good. So good Jordan.”
The feel of his lips drawing on the tender tip sent exquisite, flaming pleasure racing straight to her womb. Ecstasy struck at her clit, her pu**y. Fire raced through her, jerking her hips, driving her sex against his fingers as she nearly cl**axed from the intensity of it.
Nearly. Almost. She was so close to coming. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach, teasing her with the promise of mindless rapture as his fingers slid back and thrust inside her, driving into the responsive tissue and stroking a maelstrom of eroticism in their wake.
“Damn you. Tey. It’s not enough. God help me, I need more of you.”
Before she could process the fact that he had moved, Tehya suddenly found herself sprawled over the low bar that separated the living area from the kitchen. Jordan’s fingers were still inside her, f**king her with forceful strokes as her h*ps arched, her thighs falling farther apart, while he sucked, licked, and nipped at the tender tips of her br**sts once again.
She felt the wildness of his response, the hunger she had glimpsed in his eyes burning out of control as he groaned around her nipple his teeth rasping over it as his head drew back.
The blaze of lust in his brillant blue eyes seared her as he stared down at her.
“You’ll destroy us both,” he whispered as his lips moved from one nipple to its mate.
She couldn’t answer, it was all she could do to breathe. The fingers of one hand held tight to his neck as she gripped his wrist with the other, desperate to force his fingers to thrust harder, deeper inside her. To give her that extra, added sensation she needed to slip over the edge into orgasm.