“Ice.” She breathed his name, and her hand went to his shoulder to trace one of his many scars.“What happened to you?”
He liked the feel of her fingers on his skin. A soft touch, but it burned like a flame. “I’ll tell you the story some other time. Now, I just want to eat you alive. Like candy, princess, devour you until you’re screaming for me.”
He pulled her with him to the bed and indicated she sit on the very edge while he removed his motorcycle boots and tossed them aside. One hand on her belly had her lying down. He dropped to his knees and pulled her thighs apart. Wide. He wanted room. Her little pussy was like a flower. He could never say that corny crap to her, but it was. He opened her with his fingers, rubbing gently. Making little circles, hearing her breath leave her lungs in a rush.
“Should have kissed you, Soleil, but once I start, I can’t seem to stop, and I wanted this. I thought about this all the way back to the motel. The way you taste.” He licked his fingers. “Eating you out on a fucking pool table. Couldn’t help myself. Love the way you taste. Love that you let me, baby. All mine. All for me.”
Her hand went to his hair, burying her fingers deep so she was stroking caresses and massaging him, connecting them. “You go right ahead, honey, and do whatever you need to do. You certainly gave me the best night of my life.”
“It isn’t over, Soleil. Not by a long shot.”
He wanted her first time with him to be a memory she’d never forget. He wanted her to feel as if he cared about her. Strange thing was, he did. She’d gotten under his skin very early on, but there was a moment that he absolutely knew what he was doing was right. That moment when she stayed on her knees and risked exposure just to give him paradise. She’d gotten inside him, deep, and somehow twisted around his heart.
He put his mouth on her and again, just like before, the world dropped away completely. One hand on her belly to keep her where he wanted her, he started out with the best of intentions, to drive her up as gently as possible. Her taste was like an aphrodisiac. The addiction grew fast and he found himself lost in a world of pure erotic sensation. Every cell in his body was alive. Every demon was banished because there was no room for anything but his mouth devouring her and the fire running through his veins.
Her breathy moans became soft little pleas that began to rise to a crescendo. She writhed under his hand. He didn’t stop, driving her higher. Keeping her right on the edge, licking and sucking and using his tongue like a weapon until she was nearly sobbing his name. Her cries fueled his hunger. She was giving him so many firsts. He wasn’t setting her up for seduction, he was totally consumed with lust. With desire. With something else that was undefined in his mind.
She came apart for him, nearly sobbing, her hands fisting in his hair. He wiped his jaw on her thighs, his hands dropping to his jeans, the last barrier between the two of them. His wife. Soleil was his wife.
He liked looking at her, sprawled half on and half off the bed, naked, her skin gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the window. Knowing she was his. His body was on fire for her. He stroked his cock, shocked at how hard he was, how sensitive to every movement of his fist. The woman was fucking paradise, a miracle. She set up such a craving in him.
He lodged the head of his cock between the bare lips of her pussy. Her heat blasted him. Surrounded him. Wet. Scorching. His heart thudded. He looked into her eyes as he pushed deeper, invading that tight tunnel that was his alone. Her muscles resisted, refusing to give way, but he persisted with that slow penetration.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. Your little pussy is so damn hot, princess.” For him, it was like being surrounded by a fucking inferno, a silken fist full of flames. “What’s it feel like, Soleil?” He kept up that deliberate leisurely assault, refusing to go fast as his body urged him to do. “To have me in you. What’s it feel like?”
“Burning. You’re big and you’re stretching me. Full. Watching your cock disappear inside of me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He caught her leg and wrapped it around his waist, lifting her beautiful ass with his palms, changing the angle so she gasped. “Wrap both legs around me, princess.” His hands slid to her hips. He flexed his fingers.
Obediently, Soleil did what he asked, hooking her ankles behind him. Just that movement sent flames rocketing up his spine. The sight of her on his bed, her tits swaying with every movement, made him want to see more. He buried the last couple of inches in her fast, sliding through those tight muscles so that the friction sent heat waves rushing through both of them.
Her fingers caught the blanket and fisted it, holding on as he began to move in her. Again, he tried to stay slow and gentle, but it was impossible, not with her lifting her hips to meet his every surge. He couldn’t believe his body was reacting of its own accord, fire racing through him. Every nerve ending responding.
“Fuckin’ paradise, princess, that’s what you are, you and this little pussy of yours.” He hadn’t thought it possible, but that hot, wet, silken fist squeezed and massaged, such a tight tunnel that he thought he might not make it through every time he withdrew and then surged forward, driving through the small, resisting muscles. Streaks of fire burned through him, and if anything, his cock swelled more, forcing her to take his length and girth, pushing against the tight sheath and adding to the friction.
“Look at you, baby,” he hissed, “you look so beautiful. Your tits, your pussy. Look at us together.” Her skin was flushed a soft rose all over. “I’m going to have Ink tat my name on your tit. He can tat your name on me as well. You want it on my dick? Property of Soleil?”
She smiled at him and shook her head. “Not taking a chance on damaging that beautiful cock. Love it. Love it so much. It’s pure magic, Ice.”
He grinned at her and watched her gasp when he picked up the pace, letting the fire get just a little out of control.
“Appreciate that, princess.”
“It’s the truth.”
He fucking loved hearing her say that. Every man wanted their cock treasured. She wasn’t shy about telling him, and that added to the building hunger in him for her. She was the treasure.
“Love your ass too. Tits and ass. My name might have to be on both.” He leaned forward and licked at her nipple before he caught her hips again and began to fuck her the way he needed to.
Each stroke was hard and deep, so that her tits jolted, and her breath turned ragged. Her gaze clung to his face, but he could see a daze developing, that beautiful flush spreading over her face, the haze in her eyes, her mouth open as she struggled for air.
Her body moved with his, harder, faster, the rhythm perfection. Every stroke sent flames streaking through his body. His cock was surrounded by a silken inferno that locked down on him tighter than he ever thought possible. He could feel her body gathering, coiling tight. He didn’t want paradise to end, but he couldn’t stop moving. It was impossible when every time he buried himself deep, that erotic ecstasy surged through him like an intense wave.