Page 38 of One Night Only

“Then why have you been stopping yourself all night?” My spine arches into his touch as he dips his head. I am dying for him to suck on my nipples, to feel him stretching me, to know how it feels when he loses complete control.

“You think I can?” As if to taunt me, his mouth hovers over the peak. His gaze collides with mine, the gray strands in his hair glinting in the moonlight like spun silver.

“Yes, you seem to have some nefarious agenda.”

His grin is brighter than the lightning streaking the sky. “And you’re the poor innocent lamb who got trapped with me?”

“All this poor innocent lamb wants is to get fucked. Please…” I cup my breast and tap the nipple against his closed lips. “I want your lips everywhere.”

Smiling, he kisses very close to my nipple. “Did I tell you they are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen? Lush and perky and overflowing in my hands.”

Heat flushes me inside out. “And yet, you’ve neglected them so far,” I say, pouting.

“You’re right. What a gross oversight.” His thumb and forefinger squeeze and pinch so gently that my brain can’t isolate the sensation. “Tell me, Annika. What do you want me to do to them?”

I sink my hands into his hair. “Suck them. Roll your tongue around, tug them with your teeth.”

“Good to know.”

He sticks his tongue out and licks a careful circle around my aureole and then continues inward. By the time he reaches the peak, I am thrumming with tension. A rough groan erupts out of me as he clamps his lips around the peak and sucks roughly. Arrows of electric sensation zoom down to my core, making it clench around emptiness.

I am somehow both strung tight and floating loose, free and tethered. And I want more so that I can forget what morning will bring and I want less because the ache feels unbearable.

Dr. Cross suckles roughly, making lewd sounds that only add to the sensations battering at me. He switches from one nipple to the other and back again until my tips are charged and sensitive.

I’m writhing on his lap, rubbing my folds against the planes of his stomach, but it’s not enough.

Gripping the headboard behind him, I go to my knees and sneak my hand into the band of his sweatpants. His engorged cock plops out, the broad head spitting pre-cum. My mouth pools with saliva and my core weeps.

“God, but you’re huge,” I say, slowly pumping my hips down until his shaft is trapped between my pussy and his stomach.

The sight of our intimate flesh meeting for the first time is erotic. The rough grunt that escapes his mouth is music. My nerves tingle with building need.

“Fuck, but you’re wet,” he quips.

Our eyes meet, and my need multiplies by a million. Dr. Cross’s lust-hazed gaze sends as many delicious ripples throughme, or more, than the press of his cock. “Use me, baby. Get yourself off.”

The endearment pins me so thoroughly to the moment, to him, that I feel splayed open in every way possible. Hair messed up, nostrils flaring, he’s both my destruction and salvation.

I lick his upper lip and taste the salt of his skin. “And you?”

“I’m right behind you, Ani. Seeing you come for me is the biggest turn-on.”

Slowly, I glide forward and back, letting his thick length open my folds obscenely wide, making sure the broad head bumps up against my clit. Tiny tremors skitter over my skin, making me tremble violently. I repeat the upward glides, over and over, that knot in my pelvis getting pulled tighter and tighter. “I need more, please,” I say, frenzy filling my blood.

“Where do you need me?” Dr. Cross says, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh around my neck, leaving a necklace of bruises around. “How do you need me?”

“I don’t know,” I say with a keening cry. “It feels so good, Ethan. But not enough. I want to shatter so thoroughly that I can’t think. That I can’t worry about the sun rising.”

Elegant fingers catch the lone tear running down my cheek. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. And I will give you everything, Ani. Everything you ask for and more.” His lips wrap around my nipple again while his fingers find my clit. “Look at this popped clit. All swollen and standing up, trying to catch my attention.” The circles he draws there, pinching and nudging, send exquisite tremors down my spine. My thighs shake, my belly ripples as I undulate into his touch. “Look at how you drench me, how you coat my cock with your wetness, baby.”

I stare at him helplessly, the savage satisfaction in his eyes cinching the knot tighter. “You do something to me,” I say, breathing in fast, shallow pants. “It scares me.”

“Nothing to fear, sweetheart. All these lush curves, all this wildness, it sings for me. Your body craves only what I give?”

“God, yes. No one else has done this to me. No one makes me wet and wild like this.”

Our gazes hold again and he scrapes his teeth down the curve of my breast, leaving a patchwork of bruises. “No one else, Ani. Never again.”

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