He does laugh now. “Got my tongue in your pussy, and you’re being silly.”
“Sorry?” I manage, laughing and whimpering at the same time.
“No.” He fingers me, licks me, and I’m nearly there. “I fuckin’ love it.”
He palms a breast, bared for him, now. His moan of appreciation vibrates through me. “Most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs. “Perfect. All of you. Fuckin’ perfect, Myka.”
“Oh god, Rev,” I whisper. “You’re making me feel so good. I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Not for anything, beautiful.”
I flick my eyes open, meet his. “I like that.”
“What?”
“You calling me that.”
He renews his devouring assault, and a climax smashes through me, wild and hot and intense, arching me off the bed, forcing me to gasp. He throws my legs over his shoulders, and my heels dig into his back, his hands go under my bottom and lift me off the bed, pulling me against his mouth. I come, and I come—is it one? Two? I don’t even know. There’s no counting, no separating. It’s just pure sexual perfection. Total abandonment. Beauty. Endless climax.
When I come back to earth, he’s still licking, still kissing. “Rev.”
He growls. “More. Give me more.”
I catch his face in my hands. “I need you.” I touch his chin, pull up. “Please Rev.Please. I need you.”
I do. It’s not a lie, not an exaggeration. If I don’t have him inside me, if I don’t feel him filling me right this moment, I may just explode. Can you die from needing a man? If you can, I’m there. I’ll die without him inside me.
He moves up my body, and I reach for him. Find him, and clutch his cock, slide my thighs wide as he wedges between them. “Fuck, Myka, you’re begging for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe. Unashamed, lost to him, I do it again. “Please, Rev. I need it. I need you.”
He touches his forehead to mine, and I grip him with one hand, cup the back of his neck with the other, hips moving, flexing, seeking.
“Need what?” he growls, demanding. “Tell me what you need, beautiful.”
“You.” I squeeze his erection. “This.”
“Say it.”
“I need your cock, Rev.” I love the way the words taste on my tongue, the way they sound, whispered against his ear. “I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
He tilts his hips toward me, both hands on the pillows beside my head. Nudges against me. I have him, in my hands, both of them, and pushing into me. “What if I don’t want to fuck you hard?”
“Oh god, Rev. Please.Please.”
I hear the grin, hear the need. Feel him, breathe him, smell him. I nip his earlobe, kiss his jaw, so I can taste him. My hands are between us, just the very tip of him splitting my lips apart. Not quite inside, teasing.
“What if I want to fuck you…slow?”
“Ohgod,” I groan, pressing my face into his shoulder. “Anything, please—just…give it to me.”
“My greedy Myka. You need my cock that bad?”
“Yours,” I gasp, as he flexes, giving me just a hint more. “I’m yours. Your Myka. Your greedy Myka.” I move, tilt, trying to get more, but he refuses me. “Yes, I need it that bad, Rev. I need your cock so bad I can’tstandit.”
“My dirty girl.”
“Yes, Rev. Yes. Your dirty girl. Filthy girl.” I gasp, breathless, when he gives me just a little more; I’ve gotmaybethe whole of his head inside me, now. “I’ve wanted this all day. Every time I looked at you today, every single time I cuddled with you, or held your hand, or kissed you, you know what I was thinking about?”
