“Fuck,” she cried out, her body curling in.
There was no pause. I dove right in ready to drink from the source what I’d only had teasing licks of. I groaned against her, my tongue lapping against her slit, then sucking at her clit. That move had her nearly ripping my hair out and almost toppled us to the ground.
I pulled back, my dark eyes on hers as I licked my lips. “I couldn’t help myself,” I said with a smirk as I stood. Her lips were parted, and her eyes seemed a bit unfocused.
“Do it again.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, drawing her tightly into my arms. I loved the way she gripped onto me and I straightened, lifting her from the floor. She giggled against my lips and drew her legs up to wrap around my hips. A groan left me at the feel of her hot pussy against my shaft.
It was so intense I nearly dropped her on my cock right then.
I climbed onto the bed and caged her beneath me, and her hips rocked against me.
“Baby, you need to stop or you’re going to be stuffed with my cock in one thrust of my hips.”
“Yes,” she hissed, her tongue swiping against her lips.
She was a goddess of lust beneath me. A growl left me and I buried my face into her neck, drawing in her delicious scent of roses and cherries. I ran my hands up her sides until I was cupping both of her breasts. A whimper left her, and she moved against me again. Gripping her piercings, I pulled, loving the way she pulled in a sharp breath before melting beneath me, her body giving a jerk.
“These are so fucking enticing,” I said as I lowered my head, sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. The softness of her breast in contrast with the hardness of the balls had me licking, biting, and sucking, pulling at the piercing with my teeth. I switched to the other, earning another cascade of whimpers.
I trailed my mouth down her body, licking and sucking before shifting until I was staring at her pretty pink pussy. A groan left me and I flattened my tongue against her slit, dipping into her opening before reaching her swollen clit and flicking it with my tongue. She cried out and I retreated, turning my head to bite down on the soft skin of her inner thigh.
My cock ached, desperate to be buried inside her. I covered her mound with my mouth, again flicking my tongue against her clit, encircling in as I took in her hitched breath and passionate cries. I kicked up the pace, alternating with sucking as I reached up and tugged at her piercings.
A keening moan left her as she fisted my hair, shoving me harder against her mound as her hips rocked. It only spurred me on, making me more aggressive as I pushed her closer to coming.
I felt her legs begin to shake as her muscles tightened and suddenly, just as I wanted, her thighs clamped down on either side of my head as her back arched. Then I heard the glorious sound of her screaming as she came.
I didn’t stop, instead I groaned against her as I lapped up my dessert. Her muscles relaxed and her body jerked with aftershocks, but I kept up even as she tried to push me away.
“Wait,” she whimpered.
But I was done waiting. I released my mouth from her, and in one fluid motion settled my hips between her thighs and sank into her in one hard thrust.
Her eyes widened before rolling back as she shook.
“You’re so delicious, baby,” I whispered against her ear as I soaked up the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding me.
“Thane,” she whispered. It was almost a desperate sound, and it moved through me with the force of a sledgehammer.
I flexed my hips. “Yeah, baby?”
Each slam in elicited another cry and she turned her head, her tongue peeking out to swipe against the inside of my wrist. It was such a little thing, but that tiny lick had me dropping down and linking my fingers with hers as our lips met.
Soon the only thing I registered was the pleasure piercing through me with each thrust of my hips, causing my balls to tighten and the thick, heavy slaps of my cock pounding her wet pussy.
My muscles coiled, and a low groan left me.
“So good, baby,” she whispered as she attempted to raise her hips in time with my thrusts.
Calling me that did something to me, setting off an ache in my chest. My thrusts sped up, and I buried my head into the crook of her neck.
“Roe… Coming,” I cried out with a roar. My hips slammed against her as I exploded, sending thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
I nearly blacked out from the pleasure, never having come so hard in my life. Feeling the strength fading, I rolled us so that she was on top of me before every muscle went lax.
“I think I got the star treatment tonight,” she whispered as she placed a kiss to my chest.
“No, that was just the warm-up. I plan to make you come and come often, or you’ll think I’m all ego.”
She giggled against my chest, and I finally had enough strength return to wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
“You are a bit full of yourself.”
“And what are you filled with?” I asked with a sly grin, flexing my cock that was still at half-mast and still inside her along with my cum.
Her already pink cheeks darkened, and she bit down on her lower lip. “You.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said as my lips captured hers.
It was the best night of my life, and it was only beginning.
When was the last time I had lain contentedly after sex? Had I ever? No feelings before compared to having her naked body wrapped with mine, the peace that filled me having her so close to me.
Roe Pierce had officially blown my mind.
In the last few hours, I’d managed to make her come four times—twice in the span of five minutes. We both needed a small break, though I planned to coax more from her before we both collapsed for the night.
After a little while, I got up to go to the bathroom and when I returned, Roe was lying almost completely on her stomach, giving me an unobstructed view of her back and the black lines etched into her skin. I climbed onto the bed and stared down. On her back was the most intricate and delicate tattoo I’d ever seen. Starting at the base of her neck, a jewel shape started a line down her spine before exploding into a phoenix between her shoulder blades. The line continued with more shapes and jewels.
I traced it with my fingers. “Beautiful.”
“It’s not done.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “It still needs some color, but the last session I had was around the time Kinsey was born. When everything went down, I didn’t have the time or money to get it finished.”
I’d seen the one inside her wrist—Never Forget—and with the view of another of her tattoos, my mind began to piece things together, confirming what I’d already gathered.
“You lost someone on September eleventh.”
She froze momentarily before nodding. The phoenix, the words, and her insistence to have that date off—it was the only answer.
Her mom was still alive, so that left…
“Your father?” That was why the watch was so important to her.
She nodded. “I was seven. Ryn was five. He worked for an investment banking company on the eighty-ninth floor of the south tower. Normally he was gone by eight, but he’d been up late working, so he slept in. He was going to head to the office for a meeting at ten, but I accidentally spilled my orange juice on his papers. When the plane hit, he was supposed to have been getting ready to go, but he’d had to go in early to reprint what I destroyed.”