“Eager to be in charge tonight, huh? Or are you just asking for it rough?” I growl.
Her eyes roll, giving the choice to me as she answers with another kiss that could leave cigarette burns.
I love how she’s not afraid, how she needs it so bad she’s ready to dive in.
I also like the position we’re in, all the better to rock her to ecstasy and back without feeling like I’m doing all the work.
A fierce hand on her ass helps lower her naked body, pressing her delicate pussy lips to my shaft. She’s so fucking wet I could slam into her right now.
I could dig my fingers into her lush cheeks, pin every inch of her to me, and sweep long, hard strokes into her body. I could bring her off in firecracker bursts of heat and moans and fleshy ripples.
But I don’t do that shit.
I mean to draw this out tonight, fill her with a slow-burning crescendo that’ll have her fully alive, fully electric, fully in rapture.
Yes, fuck, more insanity—but loving Willow Macklin’s body picks every last bit of good sense I own up by the scruff and chucks it out the door.
My hands find her breasts and my palms tease her nipples, sliding over those puckered buds.
Her kisses come quicker, her hunger deepening, her moans even sweeter than they tasted before.
As soon as her lips leave mine, I snake kisses straight down her neck before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I capture it between my teeth, a hostage for my tongue, flicking against melting flesh with the darkest intentions.
“Grady—shit!” Her hips rise as she climbs me, her kitten-like claws sinking into the back of my neck.
The way she moans makes my cock certifiably insane, and I tell myself to ignore it.
Not till I see her splinter. Just a little while longer, dammit.
No matter how badly I want to anchor my cock deep inside her wet pussy and hold it there like a beast marking his turf, I’ll take my time.
I’ll make her serenade me with candy whimpers.
I’ll stretch this fun deep into the thick, vibrating night.
Her pussy grinds against me again, making my promises harder to keep if I don’t get her off my dick right now.
So I pull her forward, releasing her nipple to kiss her stomach, then swing her to the mattress next to me so I can move lower.
The soft swell of her belly—something I love in a woman because it reminds me she’s made to breed—rises as my tongue maps her skin.
I trace my way south to the steaming scent of her cream filling my nostrils, this voodoo incense that sets my tongue on fire every second it isn’t consuming her.
Nuzzling the soft curls over her mound, kissing at her inner thighs, I inhale her like a fiend before I can’t anymore.
Then my hands move, sliding under her delectable butt, lifting her up and pulling her against my face, where I reward her pussy with a starving mad swipe of my tongue.
“Oh!” she whines.
More like oh, shit.
Willow tastes so good, all sweet things mingled with spice. I can feel my length stretching like a railroad spike, my balls blazing raw fire.
Every fucking taste of her kills me a little more, gives me an addiction I don’t think I can quit.
I damn well don’t want to.
I never want to lose this pussy, this mess of chestnut hair and fluttering blue eyes, this woman who’s tumbled into my life and my bed and brought me to the brink of rebirth.
Snarling, I find her clit and go the fuck to town.
It doesn’t take long.
Her legs begin shaking, thrown over my shoulders.
She’s gripping the blanket like my mouth might give her the key to defying gravity.
Come for me, woman.
Come so hard you don’t even know what hit you.
Just who.
Me.
As she goes over the edge with a glorious toss of her head, a full body shudder, her pussy drenches my face as I make her ride my beard. I’m smiling inwardly like a total fool.
Guess that’s what happens when you bring your new obsession off so fucking hard that Sir Isaac Newton’s sweating in the corner, afraid his laws are shattered.
We’re both floating, high on each other, and she comes beautiful.
And my mouth isn’t done with her.
My tongue plunges deeper into soft pink as her convulsions wane. I take her like that for several minutes, adding my fingers, flinging her back over the cliff.
Her hips arch into me, even as her voice becomes one long whisper.
“Grady...Grady! I-I can’t—”
What? She thinks she can’t come for me again this soon?
I smile as my fingers find that spot on her wall that silences her with a moan like melted caramel.
Now she’s begging me to let her go because she can’t hold back much longer.
I pull her down tighter against my face, lapping at her sweetness, determined to prove her wrong.
My fingers fuck her in sync with my lashing tongue.
When I move my lips to her clit, sucking it with a greedy fury, she’s going, going, gone.
Her groan spills into one long gasp of shock and awe as her release hits like a drug.
Her hot pussy clenches around my fingers, so tight I have to fight to keep going—and not to jizz myself when I imagine what it’d feel like pinching my dick—fingering her and sucking, dragging this out, robbing her senses for anything but diving bliss.
Yeah, shit.
Even though I love every scorching second, I’m also a little scared.
I wonder just what the hell I’ve started.
Because something says my new addiction to this woman and the sugar rush between her legs is going to be one cruel spell to break.
Laughing, I finally release her when she’s panting for air, letting her collapse on top of me.
My arms tangle around her, my hard-on seething against her soft belly. I’m intent on filling it up often tonight.
“Damn you,” she rasps, her eyes shuddering. “You...you make me do things I didn’t even know were possible.”
“Surprise,” I whisper. “And now that you’re warmed up, here comes the main course.”
I’m dead serious.
Reaching over, I grab one of the rubbers I’d put on the table by the futon earlier, while she and the girls were washing dishes and I’d brought down the bedding.
Holding it up like the Holy Grail, I add, “I came prepared tonight. If that damn tiger breaks out again, he’s just gonna have to content himself with a drink at my bar. We’re. Not. Stopping.”
She giggles. “I’m glad, too, about more than one thing.”
She takes the package from me with a soft smile, rises up on her knees, and scoots backward, past my cock still standing as straight as a flag pole. Then she sits down slowly on my thighs, parting those legs.
With nothing but vicious teases in her eyes, she tears the package open—but rather than pulling it out, she leans down and takes my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck!” I grunt, my whole body tensing as her tongue coils down my shaft. She licks the huge vein running my length.
Looks like it’s my turn for surprises, and I get them in spades.
Seeing her mouth slip halfway down my shaft and slide up over my head destroys me.
Feels so good I have to hold my breath to keep from losing it on the spot.
Willow’s a sorceress with that tongue—or else I’m just that bricked, watching her take every inch of me she can.