“Fuck,” I snap as the head bumps the entrance to her throat. She freezes, and I immediately pause. This can’t be the first time she’s deep-throated a man…can it? A visceral, primitive approval roars through me, reverberating in my head. I’m seconds from pounding on my chest like the caveman she’s transformed me into. “Easy,” I murmur, running a knuckle up and down the front of her neck. “Relax, baby. Breathe through your nose and relax. You can take me.”
Precious seconds pass as she visibly loosens under my hands, and only when she dips her head, do I stroke inside her again. And slip a little into that tight-as-fuck channel. I grunt, the only sound I’m capable of uttering. My lungs seize as I withdraw then press forward once more, taking another increment of her throat. Feeling it spasm and flutter around my tip.
“Goddamn,” I snarl. The last remnants of my control disintegrate, and my dick pistons in and out of her, fucking her.Use me. Use me. The words spur me on, and I take her at her word. Her nails pinch my thighs, but she doesn’t protest. No, she’s sucking at me like she can’t get enough, like her entire world has narrowed down to my flesh in her mouth.
Lightning snaps through me, and I hurtle toward an orgasm that might fucking kill me. My balls tighten and draw up, and if unclenching my teeth were a possibility, I would warn Eden about coming. About pouring down her throat. Ask if she’s okay with it. But I can’t, and I don’t.
It nails me, and I explode, growling through it like the beast I’ve called myself. From my brain to the hot, burning soles of my feet inside my boots, I’m land-locked by pleasure so keen, so sharp, it borders on pain. And I come so violently, a part of me recoils at what I’ve become. Some feral animal gripping his female tight as he pours into her over and over.
When I’m finally,finallyspent, I release her head and fall against the back of the couch, harsh bellows bolting from my chest, residual pulses tripping over my skin, down my spine.
Eden places an absurdly gentle kiss on the tip, then lifts her head. With her flushed skin, swollen mouth, gleaming eyes, and tangled hair, she looks like a thoroughly defiled angel. Shame should be crawling in any second now, but I still reach down, ball her T-shirt in my fist, and drag her up my body. She willingly clambers onto my lap, straddling it. Even though I’ve just come hard enough to forget my own name, my dick thumps. And I can’t blame it. Her jeans may separate us, but I swear the heat of her penetrates the denim.
Tipping my head back, I tunnel my fingers through her hair once more. I can’t help myself. It’s fast becoming my new obsession. I want to see it tumbling down, draped over her shoulders and chest, playing hide-and-seek with her beautiful breasts, stuck to her sweat-dampened skin. I’m hungry to wrap the heavy weight of it around my fist and wrist, drag her head back, exposing that slender throat as I fuck her from behind. Yeah, obsession might not be strong enough of a word.
“Kiss me,” I rasp, fully aware the last time the words were spoken between us, it was me who turned tail and ran. Now could be the time when she decides to issue a little payback, and she would be in the right. But since only seconds ago she was tonguing my dick, I’m hoping she won’t. “Give me what my dick just had.”
She studies me, her gaze dropping to my mouth, then lower to my chest and my semi-hard flesh. When she returns her scrutiny to my face, I’m ready to take the kiss. Suddenly, I’m so starved for it, my gut clenches, going concave. Fuck it, I’m ready to beg.
Lowering her head, she puts her lips on me. But not on my mouth. On my chin. My jaw. My temple. She brushes a caress over the faded, decades-old scar right above my right eyebrow. My heart pounds at the tenderness, the affection in the light touches.Stop this shit, part of me barks. Hot, frenzied, filthy. That’s what I need, because I can’t afford to trick myself into believing she could care for me as more than her brother-in-law and a substitute for her vibrator. But the other part—that part that’s like a barren, parched, cracked wasteland—craves each soft sweep. Craves it like a man crawling through that wasteland, palms and feet bleeding, dying of thirst.
My eyelids receive the same gentle, but sensual, treatment. So does the small bump along the bridge of my nose. I hold my breath—literally hold my goddamn breath like some smitten teenager—when those lips hover above mine. And when that first sweet rub of her mouth to mine comes, a shudder ripples through my body, like a fucking earthquake, and as unmanning, as revealing as it is, I remain still, aching for another.
I’ve never had a kiss like this; I don’t think I’ve ever been innocent enough for one. This is the kind that curious, nervous strangers on a first date would share. The kind that says,I like you. I want to discover more about you. One, I’ve rarely been on a date, unless you count buying a woman a drink at a bar or club. And most of the women I’ve fucked could care less about finding out my likes, dislikes, favorite foods or movies. They liked my fame and loved my dick. And I didn’t care. Didn’t need anything more from them.
But Eden…
With a growl that generates from the swirling and ever-tightening knot in my chest, I jerk her head down. Desperate to banish that need for something more than this moment of lust-fueled insanity, I open my mouth under hers and drive my tongue between her lips. Hard. The growl rumbles into a groan at my first hit of her sweet, sultry taste. It’s instantly addictive, and though I’m licking the roof of her mouth and curling my tongue around hers, I’m already hurting for the next time, the next high.
There’s enough awareness, enough reason remaining in my head that if she had pulled back or resisted, I would’ve freed her. But no,God no, she’s all in. She meets me, thrusts, sucks, laps, nips—giving as good as I’m dishing out. And all with a sexy little whimper that I swallow and take as my due. Fingers tangled in my hair, her lips part wider, and she tilts her head to the side, deepening this mouth-fucking innocuously labeled a kiss. ’Cause we’re definitely fucking. Screwing. Getting wet, nasty, wild. Tongues glide, coil, and dance. Teeth clack. Lips slide and mate.
And below… Below, she’s rubbing that hot, no-doubt soaked sex over my thickening cock.
Dropping both hands to her ass, I cup the firm, rounded flesh and urge her on, helping her find a rhythm that has me gritting my teeth and rolling my hips to meet every downward stroke. I don’t give a damn that the denim is chafing my dick. The ball-tightening pleasure renders that small detail incidental.
“Touch me,” she whispers against my mouth on the tail end of a moan. “Please.”
I can’t resist her request or the ache throbbing in it.
Quickly unfastening her jeans and tugging them down a little, I slip one hand inside the denim and glide it over silken flesh. No way in hell can I resist not squeezing her pretty ass before sliding down until my fingertips tease the entrance to her sex. I circle the hole, eliciting a gasp from the woman twisting and bucking on my thighs.
That soft, hungry sound quivers between us, and it goads me on. I dip my other hand between the front of her jeans and lower belly, not stopping until I brush her sweet little clit. She jerks as if electrocuted, her back arching so hard she resembles a tightly drawn bow. Her fingernails dent my shoulders through my T-shirt, and I grunt at the slight sting. Savoring it. Hoping when I look in the mirror tomorrow, there are marks decorating my skin.
Not enough. Not enough. The words chant through my head, gaining volume and speed until it’s an erotic drumbeat against my skull. And I surrender to that call without putting up any fight.
I remove my hands from her, and her disappointed, frustrated whimper ends on a shocked note as I wrench her from my lap and swiftly switch positions with her. Settling her in the corner of the couch, I kneel on the floor and yank her jeans and panties down and off. She looses a strangled cry and tries to close her legs, tries to hide her bare sex from me.Tries. Because I don’t allow it.
Palming the insides of her thighs, I push them apart, widen them so I have an unhindered, front-seat view to the prettiest, lushest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. Maybe because the dark curls and petal soft, swollen folds are drenched with evidence of the desire I’ve stirred in her. Maybe because her clit is engorged and pulsing, peeking out from between her lips.
Maybe because it’s Eden.
Bending my head, I trail my lips up her leg, nuzzling the crease where the limb and torso connect. Inhaling, I drag her heady, delicious scent into my lungs. Yeah, like I suspected. That peaches and summer heat is the same, just more condensed, muskier. Addictive. I haven’t even tasted her yet, but I know it will be. And I’m willing to die from the habit.
Growling, I dive in.
And lose myself.
Long licks up her slit. Thirsty pulls at the pink nub. Hard, insistent sucks at the folds several shades darker than her tan skin. Plunging thrusts of my tongue in her sex. Tilting her hips up and back, I angle my head and bury myself inside her. So good. So fucking good. I can’t get enough. God, I’m an animal. A ravenous, insatiable animal who can’t help but eat, feed, devour.
