He really needed to grow it longer. Not Foster’s length, but enough she could anchor herself — hold him where she wanted him most. Not that he needed any direction. One swipe of his tongue, and she arched halfway off the bed, his name cutting through the heavy breathing like a damn benediction. He smiled against her skin, made another pass, teasing her with a hint of penetration.
Her breath hissed out, one hand releasing his hair so she could push onto her elbow. “Zain, I swear…”
He chuckled, nipping at the inside of her thighbefore meeting her heated gaze. “Did I read this wrong? Because your body seems pretty fucking happy with my method.”
“Do you have any idea how long it’s been?” She huffed out another breath when he added a second finger. “God, I can’t…”
She flopped back down, yelling his name when he increased his pace, humming against her skin — taking her to the edge before easing off. Giving her a chance to recover.
Her head rocked side-to-side, her thighs shaking around his shoulders. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”
“It’s already past that. I…”
The hint of desperation did him in. How he imagined his voice had sounded to her when he’d said her name.
He shook his head in mock defeat. “You really don’t play fair.”
Saylor inhaled as he doubled his efforts, licking and sucking until she started chanting his name, her hips flexing to meet each thrust. He kept going, wanting to draw it out — make it last all night — but aware she was too far gone. That she’d likely go over with or without him. And he’d be damned if he missed one second of her release without his mouth on her. His fingers pumping deep.
“Zain. Now — I…”
She froze, her thighs locked around his shoulders, hand clamped around his head, before she broke. A deep flush raced along her skin as she unraveledbeneath him. He drew it out, coaxing another wave before he grabbed his wallet — slipped on a condom. While he wanted nothing more than to slide inside with nothing between them, that conversation would have to wait.
Saylor pried her eyelids open as he moved over her, eyes widening as he went to his elbows. She didn’t ask him to give her more room, but he couldn’t miss the nervous flick of her eyes. How her muscles instantly tensed.
Zain gave her a smile, dipped one shoulder, then rolled them both over, helping her arrange her legs until they straddled his. He reached up and cupped her chin, grinning at her furrowed brow. “Your turn to be in control.”
She inhaled, a few tears slipping free as she leaned over him — ate at his mouth — before slowly sinking along his length.
Torture.
That’s what this was. Pure unadulterated torture designed to push him into the deep end. Suck out any sanity he’d reclaimed since that fateful night. The way she eased up, stopping before he slipped free only to lower, again, just as slowly.
He grunted when she made another pass, no hint that she planned on upping the pace and stopping his descent into utter madness.
Zain gripped her hips, reminding himself not to dig his fingertips into her skin. “While I love watching you ride me, you’d better find a faster rhythm, sweetheart, before I decide we should take this onto our knees.”
She grinned, all full lips and sass, still loving him at that ridiculously slow pace. “Did I read this wrong? Because your body definitely approves of my method.”
“Throwing my words back at me?”
“Seemed fitting.” She stopped — leaned down. “Our turn.”
“Hell, yeah.”
He levered up, locking her between his thighs and his chest, waiting to see if this would set her off. Instead, she moaned, tilting her head back — relying on him to brace her weight. He cupped the back of her head, drawing her to him as he crushed his mouth to hers, holding her in place as he began a punishing rhythm.
The bed rocked, the headboard tapping the wall as heat shot down his spine. Black dots flitted across his vision before he finally gasped in some air, resting his forehead against hers as his release burned through his veins.
Too much.
The glide of her skin, the feathering of air across his shoulder. How her breath hitched then held, every muscle clenched tight.
He took a chance and kissed her, again.
She shattered, convulsing in his arms, his name sounding above the howl of wind and the patter of rain on the windows. He kept moving, determined to send her over one more time when she locked her mouth on his shoulder — bit down hard.
