She wouldn’t argue with him. Even though she couldn’t imagine how it would make a bit of difference whether or not they sealed the deal, it seemed important to him, so she would respect his wishes. “Okay, but if you intend to put your mouth on me, at least allow me the pleasure of returning the favor.”
His eyes slowly closed as he took a deep breath and nodded. “We’ll see if you have the energy after I eat your pussy so thoroughly you can’t make a complete sentence.”
She shuddered, arousal leaking out of her. “Challenge accepted.”
He groaned as he crawled down her body, situating himself between her knees. When he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed them up and wide, she gasped. The exposure was intense. His gaze on her pussy was reverent and serious.
The way he inhaled deeply, several times, rocked her foundation. He was drawing in her scent, and she couldn’t ignore the fact that she could also smell his arousal. It was as if she already knew how he would taste even though she hadn’t had a single lick yet.
Scooting back farther, he finally flattened himself on the bed between her legs and lowered his lips to her pussy.
Layla’s eyes rolled back in her head at the initial contact, all of her blood rushing to her clit as he flicked his tongue over the distended tip and then sucked it into his mouth with the perfect amount of pressure. Just enough to make her lift her hips off the bed at the slight sting combined with the intense pleasure.
It was difficult to leave her hands where he’d put them, but she didn’t want to risk him stopping what he was doing with his mouth by lowering her arms.
Hunter kept tormenting her, alternating between sucking and licking until she was almost at the edge of sanity. Just before she would have exploded, he released her clit and thrust his tongue inside her.
She lifted her hips upward, digging her heels into the mattress.
He flattened a hand over her belly and pressed her back down.
Holy shit. No man had ever affected her like this. It usually took a lot of effort and a good chunk of time for her to reach orgasm. She often had trouble letting her mind focus on something that would help her come.
Hunter, however, sucked the brain cells right out of her. She’d been focused entirely on him and what he was doing from the moment he took his clothes off. She wasn’t going to need to picture some deep dark fantasy in her mind in order to tip over the edge.
He knew exactly what he was doing when he switched back and forth between her clit and her channel, each time driving her higher without letting her reach the peak.
She groaned, rolling her head back and forth, her fingers fisted around the ends of the scarf. “Hunter. Please.”
Suddenly, he released her thigh with one hand and teased the sensitive skin between her legs as he dragged his fingers toward her sex. The next thing she knew, he was thrusting two fingers into her while sucking her clit into his mouth.
That was the last straw. Layla shattered, her orgasm hitting her so hard that her entire body trembled with the force. Her channel gripped at his fingers, milking them, while her clit throbbed a steady rhythm against his lips.
If he thought this orgasm wasn’t enough to convince her not to leave, he was wrong. At the moment, she couldn’t imagine anything in life could ever compare to how she felt right now.
Peace. Heaven. Total bliss.
And that was without him entering her with his cock.
Would she even live through that experience? Her heart might not survive.
Chapter 14
April 15, 1996
Dear Mabel,
My heart is so heavy. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through. To lose your only child. I’m just heartbroken. I feel so blessed that I got to meet her last summer, but so very sad that she had to die so tragically.
There are no words. I’ve been crying for the entire day. Mom says she gave birth to two perfect baby girls, but she lost too much blood. There was nothing the doctors could do.
I can’t imagine what you’re going through. And those sweet babies. I know how much you must love them. They are a precious gift, but they don’t make up for the loss of a child.
Heartbroken in Canyon Springs.
Love, Marge
The sun was streaming through the curtains when Hunter jerked awake. His sudden awakening had nothing to do with the daylight though. It had everything to do with the mouth around his cock.
He flattened his palm on Layla’s back and smoothed it up to her neck as she licked a line from the base to the tip of his erection. The covers were pushed out of the way. How the hell had he slept until she got to this part?
“Babe…” His voice was gravelly from sleep and the word came out on a moan.
“Mmm.” That was the only response he got as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and continued to suck him.
He tipped his head back and stared unseeing at the ceiling. Emotional overload. This was Layla. His mate. Not some random woman. His life partner. And she gave a fucking amazing blow job.
He threaded his fingers in her curls, trying not to pressure her, but praying she didn’t stop anytime soon. No lips had ever felt so damn good on him in his life. And her soft body was rubbing against him. Her amazing tits were dragging over his thigh. Her messy morning hair was dancing along his skin too.
Everything about this woman was perfection, and she was upping that ante to a level he couldn’t put a number on.
When she increased the pressure, humming against his cock, he drew up his free leg and planted his foot on the bed. His brain cells had all gone to his dick, and he was hanging on by a thread. How embarrassing would it be to come thirty seconds after she took him into her mouth?
He grabbed the headboard with his free hand, wrapping his fingers around one of the wrought iron spindles. He needed purchase of some sort. There was no other option. If he didn’t get a grip and let her continue, he would end up flipping her onto her back and sliding into her in a heartbeat.
She increased the speed next, bobbing on and off him, her hand and her mouth in tandem. His balls drew up prematurely. He wasn’t going to be able to stop the orgasm from slamming into him.
When her tongue flicked over the slit in the head followed by hollowing her cheeks, he lost the battle. He didn’t even have a chance to warn her, but apparently she didn’t care. She slid him into her throat as far as she could and swallowed the spurts of his orgasm as fast as they hit her throat.
Hunter was still trying to catch his breath when she eased off him, kissing a line up and down his shaft and then up his belly as she climbed up to land on top of him.
When he was finally able to blink at her, his vision clearing, he found her smiling at him. Satisfied with her accomplishment. “Morning,” she murmured.
He released the headboard and hauled her farther up his body, taking her lips in a kiss. Nothing could stop him from claiming her mouth first thing this morning, not even the salty lingering taste of his semen. He needed her so badly. God, how he needed her.
But there were still things to be said. They needed to discuss their future too. And he would insist on a commitment from her before he took a risk and entered her tight warmth. To do otherwise would kill him.
She might kill him herself when she found out what he was hiding from her. Until he revealed everything, it would be unconscionable to claim her. After he revealed everything, would she forgive him?