“But you’re driving me crazy. Please don’t make me wait,” she begged in such a sexy voice that I nearly gave in.
I ran my tongue over the spot I’d just kissed. Looking up at her, my gaze met hers. “I never want this to end. I know it has to, so I’m going to make this last as long as possible. I want you to never forget this night.”
She tilted her hips off the bed, tempting me to move faster, and I was lost. I covered her with my mouth, my tongue lapping against her clit as her hands pulled me into her. Her pussy, wet and needy, tasted so good on my tongue. Sliding one finger inside her, I reveled in how slick her cunt already was, ready and waiting for me to fill her.
Easing another finger into her, I pressed my fingertips against her tender walls, knowing the effect this caused in her. I wanted her to explode from my touch, drenching my fingers until my tongue replaced them to lick her tender folds until her body shook in ecstasy.
“Oh, God…please don’t stop…” she groaned above me, her pleas making me want her even more. Her fingernails dug into my neck as her cunt tightened around my fingers, and in seconds, her release raged through her. Bucking and grinding against my mouth, she rode my tongue as if she depended on it for her very happiness.
Against her trembling pussy, I moaned, “Let yourself go, baby. Don’t hold back.”
She wrapped her legs around my neck, crushing my head between them until all I breathed was her. But I didn’t care. If I died right there at that moment, I would have died a happy man. Her pleasure was everything.
When her body finally stopped shaking from her orgasm, I eased back onto my heels to look at her sated expression. Licking her lips, she smiled. “God, I’ve fantasized about that for months. I love that tongue of yours. You know that?”
I ran my finger up her moist slit to her swollen nub and grinned. “Then that must mean we’re meant for each other because I love going down on you. See? A perfect match.”
Crooking her finger, she said, “Come up here, and you should be naked already.”
I slid up her body and kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue snaking in and out to tease the tip of her tongue. Her fingers fumbled with my zipper, tearing at it as my cock ached to feel her touch. Finally past the last barrier between us, she tugged my pants down my thighs and wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock.
“No more waiting. I want you inside me,” she whimpered as I ran the swollen head of my cock over her needy clit. “Please…Tristan, give me what I need.”
Denying her was impossible, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I wanted to devour her, to take everything she was into me so if I ever had to be without her again, I wouldn’t suffer like I had for months. She silenced my demons and created new ones to take their place—new ones ten times as powerful that threatened to take me over now.
I needed her. I wanted her. I couldn’t do without her.
I felt my control slipping away. With each touch of her hands on my body, she seared herself into me, stripping every defense I’d worked years to perfect from my mind until all that was left was her everywhere in my thoughts.
My mouth covered hers seeking the feel of her tongue against mine. I loved that mouth—that mouth that had questioned me so often with words that held me responsible for my actions. Those lips and tongue that brought my body pleasure greater than anything I’d ever thought possible. I wanted to possess that mouth that I’d made her kiss another man with and claim it as only for me.
Nina slid her hands over my back until they came to rest just below my hips, and she pulled me into her, tilting her hips to take all of me. I slid into her hot body so willing and eager for me and thrust hard until there was no space between us. She moaned a tiny noise as the base of my cock touched her slick pussy, her body arching to accommodate all of me.
I buried my face in softness of her neck and reared my hips back to plunge into her again. The demons she’d created spurred me on, screaming in my brain to claim her so no other man could ever see her and not know every beautiful and gentle inch of her was mine. I struggled to hold them back, but they controlled me, and I pushed into her over and over, harder and harder each time trying to force out all the pain I caused her.
My hands slid up her arms and pinning them above her head, I weaved our fingers together, needing as much to have her hold me as I wanted to hold her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she stared up into my eyes as her body matched each plunge of my cock into her with a desire for more.
The intensity of her need surprised me, and I slowed my pace, not wanting to rush toward the moment each of us craved but to savor the journey we shared. Her heels dug into my spine and she groaned, “I don’t want it slow and easy. Show me you were desperate without me like I was without you.”