He chuckled. “Love, are you already good to go? Sure feels that way. You’re so wet.”
“Well, there’s a sexy dragon driving me wild with his fingers and lips right now.” She bit down on his neck before kissing the tender flesh. “I want you, Paris. Won’t you fuck me?”
His low rumbling laugh made the bed shake. “Oh, no. I am going to make love to you. There will be time for fucking in our lives, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to take you nice and slow.”
“But I’m already halfway to orgasm,” she pouted. “Please, I need you.”
His green eyes were filled with desire, and they became a few shades darker as she spoke. He growled, capturing her nipple again. His fingers found her clit, and he gently brushed the sensitive nub. She gasped his name, her nails digging into his muscular shoulders.
He continued kissing down her body, spending way too much time at the apex of her thighs. Corinne arched her hips, desperate to feel his tongue against her clit. He inhaled deeply and took a gentle swipe, from her ass all the way up to her clit. She gasped, and moaned his name when he took her clit into his mouth. The pressure was just right, and after only two seconds, she was coming.
Hard.
Fast.
Out of nowhere.
“Hmm…” Paris said. “Seems to me that doesn’t count. I barely got a taste, and you went off.”
“I warned you,” she panted as she descended from her orgasm.
“Well, that just means that I will have to try for one more.”
“Wha—”
His mouth closed around her clit again, slower this time. Paris took long, languid strokes up and down her sheath, licking at her juices. His fingers pumped in and out of her at a lazy pace. It was a lot of stimulation, and soon, Corinne felt the signs of an orgasm at the base of her spine.
“Paris,” she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his mouth.
He growled his approval before pinning her hips down into the bed. He increased the pressure of his tongue on the bundle of nerves before starting a faster rhythm with his fingers. He didn’t stop. Not when her fingers tangled with his hair as she gasped. Not when she ground her pussy against his face. Not when she screamed his name as a powerful orgasm made her whole body tremble. He continued lapping at her until all of the pleasure waves were done. She was a trembling mess on the bed, but she was flush, and heated, and completely satiated.
He nuzzled his way back up her body and kissed her lips softly. “Corinne, I could do that all day.”
“I want you inside of me next time I come, Paris.”
He smirked, giving her a wink. “Is that what you want?”
“Bare,” she reminded him, and his green eyes were nearly black, he was so keyed up.
But there was no way she was going to let him go down on her twice without giving him something in return. She pushed against his shoulder and continued nudging him until he was on his back. He gave her a questioning look, but she placed her fingers against his mouth to silence him. He kissed the fingers’ tips, his eyes glued to hers as she lowered herself down to grip his erection.
He was long, thick, and definitely aroused.
She ran her fingertip softly around the head, watching his reaction. He hissed out a breath and closed his eyes. She replaced her fingers with her tongue. This time, he cried her name.
“That feels so good, love.”
She smiled as she hollowed out her cheeks, sliding down on his hard cock. She made sure the flat of her tongue was right there, rubbing the side of his erection as she bobbed up and down. She massaged his sac, letting her fingers dip down low to his ass. He shivered, repeating her name over and over again.
Paris was a beautiful man.
But to see him lying in bed, lost in bliss, was an even more stunning sight. Corinne wanted to see him come. Just for her. She continued sucking him, using every trick she had ever read. His hips inched forward, but she could tell that he was trying to keep the motion at bay. She wanted to tell him that it was okay, that she didn’t care. That she trusted him, but instead, she watched as he gripped her hair, her name on his lips.
Hot fluid burst in her mouth as he groaned her name. She pulled and swallowed, taking everything he had to give her. It wasn’t her favorite thing in the world to do, but she would do it again and again to see that look on Paris’s face.
“That was amazing,” he said through puffed out breaths.
“I’ll say,” she whispered as she went to straddle him.
His cock hadn’t gone flaccid at all. It was actually staying pretty hard at her backside. She leaned down to kiss him, and he cupped her cheek. The kiss was tender, and she didn’t expect him to flip them around. He was gentle as he laid her back down onto the bed, still between her legs. She hooked her ankles together, not wanting him to go anywhere.
His cock was hot and ready against her skin, and she wanted him.
He took his erection in hand and ran it along her slit. “Corinne,” he whispered. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I could just stare at you like this forever.”
She lifted her hips off the bed. “Take me.”
His eyes were burning with need, and he eased his cock in slowly. “If you’re in pain or nauseous, we’ll stop.”
“No way. I don’t feel a single bit of nausea. Not when you’re around.” She arched her hips off the bed, begging for more of his dick.
Paris captured her lips in a kiss, and he slowly pushed inside of her, taking it way too unhurriedly for her. She panted his name, and he chuckled.
“So impatient,” he said against her lips. He pulled out of her completely, and she huffed out a pant.
“Why did you leave?”
He grinned down at her as the head of cock dipped into her entrance. “I want you to beg again. It’s adorable how much you want me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, not able to hide her smirk at all. “Paris Warwick, stick it in me, or I will fuck myself to orgasm without you.” Her hand went between them, but he caught her wrist.
He growled low. “Oh, no, you don’t.” He speared her in one fluid thrust, and she arched off the bed in a sigh of satisfaction.
“Fucking finally,” she teased.
He moved in and out of her, a slow rhythm that was already flaring her orgasm to life. Her legs were jelly, but it didn’t matter. Not when it was Paris who was between her legs, looking down at her like she was the sexiest person in the world.
He took a nipple into his mouth as he continued his slow pace. He pumped inside of her, his mouth never leaving her body. It was on her breasts, on her neck, on her forehead, on her lips.
Corinne had never felt such love enveloping her so completely. It was wonderful.
And it was Paris.
The hottest, sweetest man, she never thought she would see again. And he was all hers now.
“Paris,” she moaned.
“Say my name again,” he coaxed softly.
“Paris.” She repeated his name, a chant as he increased his pace.
Corinne held onto his shoulders as he expertly brought her to release. Again. For a third damn time.
And just like before, her limbs became light and full of pleasure. The only things keeping her on earth were Paris’s arms.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his hips moving insanely fast.