When she tried to help him get her naked faster, he pushed her hands aside. His hands trailed a path of fire and shivers over her skin, pushing and pulling at her clothing until he finally had her down her to her bra and panties.
Blind, Orla felt vulnerable before the man she’d given power to over her body, and she pulled back, but the vigilante wouldn’t let her retreat. The hunter had his prey exactly where he wanted it and wouldn’t let her go before he got his fill.
Before she could scoot away, he was above her, plastering her against the bed with his warm, hard body and taking possession of her lips once more. He was out of breath, and so was she, but Orla wanted more too. His fingers tickled her ribs and the sides of her breasts, his mouth turning deliciously sensual, licking and biting, stoking an inferno deep in her belly.
Her legs parted on their own accord, and when he settled between her thighs, he was scorching hard. When had he removed his briefs? The question dissolved in her mind as his mouth abandoned hers and gently bit her neck, his tongue swirling and tasting her neck and collarbone. Her hands went to his head and reveled in his thick, soft hair. It was long enough for her to hold as he feasted at her breast. His scruff was certain to leave marks on her tender skin, but she didn’t give a fuck. The man was starving, and she was willing to offer everything he needed and much more.
His touch was both alternatively hurried and controlled as if he repeatedly caught himself just before he fell over the edge and turned into a ravenous beast. Orla was slowly losing control over her body, her heart beat fast, and wet heat pooled and slowly trickled down her sex. The pulsing sensation had turned her into a cat in heat, and she wantonly pushed her knees wider, undulating her hips in silent invitation.
He ignored her signals, and closed his teeth on her nipple. The sting of it melted quickly as he soothed his bite with his tongue, drawing lazy swirls on her areola, expanding his territory to her other breast. By the time he’d teased her thoroughly with his mouth, her entire body was caught in an unending wave. Breast play had never been her thing, but the man had a wicked mouth.
When he finally released her, she thought he’d continue his descent, but instead, he hitched himself up and slightly off her. She wondered if he was staring at her body. Once more, Orla felt torn between shyness and desire and was leaning toward the first when he spoke close to her ear, his warm hand on her belly.
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you like this, from the first time I laid eyes on you. On your body, on your curves.” And as he spoke, his rough palm traveled up, cupping her heavy breast, his thumb flicking her nipple.
Orla opened her mouth, but only a strangled moan escaped as she tried to convey her growing frustration, which seemed to amuse him.
“Fucking you in the dark, with my mask on, I didn’t think it would be that explosive. I’ve never done anything like that before, but I seem to have no sense of duty where you’re concerned.”
The way his dark whisper inflamed her senses was almost too much to bear. “Do you know how difficult it is not to shove my cock inside you right now? Do you believe it’s restraint? Think again.”
His hand vanished from her skin, leaving her bereft for a mere second before it cupped her mound with force. The indirect touch on her clit and sex was more intense than she’d expected. The surprise and dirty words pouring from the vigilante’s mouth was enough to make her lose her last remaining brain cells.
“I can smell how much you want it. How much you want me.”
Again, she opened her mouth to tell him to put up or shut up, when his fingers lessened their grasp to slide between her slick folds. “Ah! As I suspected, sugar and cream all over my hand. How long have you wanted this? My fingers buried in you?”
And as he spoke the words, one digit slid effortlessly in. Breathless, her core tightened, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was when her world was slowly tunneling into a single goal: coming anyway he would let her.
“I can’t resist women who know what they want from a man. In fact, I make a point of honoring their requests.”
And a second finger, followed by a third pushed inside, filling her to the brim. He was a big man and his hand wiggling inside her mixed pleasure with a hint of pain, like pouring gasoline over a flame. Her body seized, her hips whipped up for more, even though Orla doubted she could take more of him.
His mouth came even closer and licked the shell of her ear before biting at the lobe and tugging a little. “More, always more. You’re greedy, and greedy little girls may get more than they bargained for.”
When she felt him move, Orla thought he’d finally remove his hands and use the delicious cock that haunted her Still, he only changed position, and his hand moved with greater ease and power, his nimble fingers started a dance against the pulsing walls of her sex, making her lose her breath, along with any sliver of prudish self-preservation. He shifted between her legs, forcing them apart with the width of his body.
The digits inside her expanded and retreated, as if testing the space, sending ripples of pleasure through her at the same time. The pads of his fingers ran against the anterior side of her sheath as if searching for something. Despite being with amazing lovers in the past, she hadn’t been this aroused by penetration, let alone been able to achieve orgasm. Her certainty was shaken when the vigilante glided against a spot with enough force to surprise her with a surge of sensation that had her back arching off the bed.
“That’s what I was searching for. Why go easy when it’s more fun to drive you mad?”
His teasing would have irritated her in any other circumstance, but it was the satisfaction in his tone that lured her into taking another step toward surrender.
“Cup your tits for me, play with yourself, and if you convince me you want it as bad as I do, I’ll gladly give it to you.”
Orla threw caution to the wind and opened her legs as far as she could and palmed a handful of her breast.
“Good girl.” Orla would have snarled at the name if not for the vigilante’s thumb making lazy circles around her clit. “I love how a woman’s body reacts, how it reacts to touch. I can see your clit peeking out of its hood, trembling, pulsing, begging to be taken care of. Am I right?”
He curled his fingers inside her as he spoke and pressed hard on the inner wall. The sensation made her both cough and gasp. It felt like pleasure, but more a building pressure, and her body didn’t know how to interpret it. She’d always been well attuned to her body and how to bring herself to orgasm, but she seemed to have missed a few options.
He used his free hand to spread her open, and she reflexively tried to close her legs, but his strong body and low hiss prevented her from doing so. Despite the pleasure and the anticipation, fear was added to the mix. She’d willingly surrendered to the big bad wolf and didn’t know if any part of her would be left in the end.
“Glistening, pink, and trembling. You’re a sight to behold, a temptress, a feast.”
As he talked, something tickled in a distant part of her brain. There was something about his voice that was familiar, but before she could think more, a warm tongue licked her from the point where penetrated her with his fingers to the very edge of her clit, stopping a millimeter from the throbbing bundle of nerves. His hand, almost fully inside her, prevented her hips from seeking more contact, and then he upped his assault on her pussy.
Once more, his head went between her legs and started to lick, tease, nibble, and nip, alternating sensations in a way that made anticipation grow and her curses became louder.
