“Then my job is halfway done.”
He slanted his mouth over hers, pushed her down and followed, rising above her. As she snaked her arms around him, he tore at his fly. When heated sex met heated sex, the kiss paused, the ecstasy too much. Not enough.
“More,” she said.
He was panting as he slanted his mouth over hers a second time. This kiss had a slower but far more powerful start, their tongues tangling together, savoring. No woman sweeter.
Their scents combined, creating an intoxicating perfume. He grew light-headed. Heat pulsed in time to his heartbeat, as if he lived for this alone.
A rosy flush spread over her, starting up top. He trailed it, licking and nipping along the elegant column of her throat, over her breasts and past her navel. Lower...
As she undulated, crying out, he teased the edges of her sex, then lightly bit the tendon in her inner thigh. She gasped, her wet heat glistening.
How she craves me!
“Kiss me there,” she demanded.
“My Taya aches, hmm?” He settled in, getting comfortable between her legs. As she undulated with increasing veracity, the breadth of his shoulders kept her legs apart for him, her body bare and vulnerable before him. “Does she ache enough?”
“Do it,” she pleaded when his warm exhalation fanned her most intimate places.
His mouth watered for her sweet honey, that plaintive tone fraying his control beyond repair. He licked her little slit and groaned. My paradise.
He set in, sucking, flicking and circling. Taliyah scraped her claws through his hair, sinking the tips into his scalp to guide him where she wanted him. Tremors traveled through her limbs.
Her reactions ignited his. His throbbing intensified. His breathing quickened. Nothing better than this.
“Roc,” she cried when he flicked his stiffened tongue over her swollen clit. Her breathy moans filled the sultry air, and his pleasure surged.
He licked and laved with abandon, driving two fingers deep into her channel. Thrusting in, pulling out. In, out. Licking, laving. Indecipherable words left her. As her voice grew higher, a climax nearing, he stopped and climbed to his knees.
Taliyah cursed his name—that, he understood. The next thing he knew, she’d flattened her foot against his chest and put him on his back. High with excitement and triumph, he gloried as she rose over him, her pale hair tumbling around him, a curtain separating him from the rest of the world. She raked a heavy-lidded, smoldering gaze over his body. There was no hint of ice. “I’ve made a decision. We’re not going to do this in order. My tit then your tat. We’re mixing things up.”
Her lips were red and puffy from his kiss. Firelight danced over delicate features softer than ever before. A fantasy made flesh.
“Is that so?” he rasped, swiping the pad of his thumb over her distended nipple.
She arched into his touch. “Yes, it is. Also, I’m tagging in.”
* * *
Taliyah studied her prey. How sensuous he was, with his hair in disarray and her essence sheening his mouth. His skin shimmered with layers of his stardust, just as hers did. Muscles flexed with tension.
Tracing a fingertip down his sternum, she told him, “Put your hands over your head.” She nipped his bottom lip. “And don’t come until I give you permission.”
His pupils pulsed, a sure sign of his pleasure. He offered no resistance, reaching overhead to grip the headboard.
She petted his chest and bent to lick his nipple. His entire body jerked. As promised, Taliyah played with him, letting her tongue dabble here and there while caressing the very soft skin along his very hard shaft. She cupped his testicles and tugged the way he liked. Anywhere she touched, she kissed. When hinges whined, she feared for the safety of the bed.
“Grip the sheets,” she commanded, and he immediately obeyed.
His claws ripped through the fabric. Sweat dotted him in places, and he pumped his hips every time she moved, his motions growing more and more forceful. Aggressive snarls brewed somewhere in his chest; she felt the vibration as she let her lips hover over his erection.
Roc went still. “Enough teasing, Taya.”
“Are you sure?” She held his gaze and licked a bead of pre-cum from his slit.
His head fell back with a mighty groan. “Teasing is fine. Continue to tease.”
As Taliyah sucked on the top, his gaze snapped back to her. His eyelids slitted. He heaved his breaths. On the edge?
“Take another taste, love. Just one more. Then another.”
She dragged her tongue across his entire length, and he shook the bed.
“Whatever you do, Taya, do not stop.”
No, she wouldn’t be stopping. He needed her to do this.
And she needed to do it.
Aching for him, she sucked his length down her throat. A hoarse cry left him, emboldening her. He was so big he stretched her jaw and so long she nearly gagged a time or two, but oh, she loved every second of it. She’d felt so empty without him; she’d craved some part of him inside some part of her.
“Never felt...anything so...good, love. It’s so good.” He released the sheets to comb his fingers through her hair, then fist the strands in his very Roc-way.
Mmm. She tasted pre-cum and wanted more. It was just as drugging as before. Need more. So she took it. She sucked him, sliding her mouth up and down, pumping her hand in sync. Every time he thrust his hips, as if the pleasure had become too much for him, he cursed and stilled.
He showed concern for her, even when frenzied with lust.
When her teeth lightly scraped the head, he shouted her name and bowed his back. Hot seed flooded her throat. After swallowing the last drop, she smiled up at him, dazed.
Power suffused her. Life.
“More,” she told him, dizzily hurrying to her knees. He’d already hardened again. “I want you inside me.”
“Ride me, Taya.”
Trembling, she lifted up just high enough to place the tip of his erection at her opening. Then she slid down...
He thrust up with a roar, meeting and filling her.
“Yes!” The stretch! The heat. The rapture. Taliyah nearly climaxed. So close.
Though her body shouted for hard and fast, she rocked her hips with precision, easing into a slow rhythm. Rocking again. Just as he got used to the pace, she snapped her hips. They both gasped.
With a growl, he clamped onto her waist, lifted her body from his—and thrust her down. Her back bowed, his length sliding deeper. There was no going slow after that.
She was in heaven as he jolted up and kissed her. The kiss only grew more fevered as he stood, remaining deep inside her. His biceps flexed as he carried her to the desk, every step bouncing them together, wringing another gasp from her.