Page 58 of Lure

Squeezing my eyes shut, I let my imagination wrap around the memory of Voodoo as he slid into me. Oh, there was a feeling I wanted to savor and the pleasure crested, and burst through me with a kind of swift surprise that made me gasp.

Laying there, I tried to catch my breath and let a smile widen on my mouth. That… oh that was exactly what I needed. The profound relief swept through me from head to toe. Yes, just what I needed and wanted.

Pulling my hand from my panties I went to wipe them on the bedsheets when a hand locked around my wrist and I jerked, a half-scream clawing up my throat.

As if conjured by my actions, Voodoo braced one knee on the bed as he pulled my fingers to his mouth and sucked them against his lips then cleaned them off with slow, deliberate swipes of his tongue.

The tension rebounded, binding me up in knots as I stared into his eyes. There was no mistaking the intensity in them or how his dark hair fell rakishly against his forehead. He was a dark angel, come to life…

“If this is a dream,” I whispered. “I don’t want to wake up.”

His low chuckle had me curling my toes. “It’s not a dream, Firecracker. It’s just my turn.” Then his mouth was on mine and I had my arms around his neck. My hand was in his hair, fisting it as he dragged me out from under the covers.

The cooler air had my nipples tightening further. Voodoo had on too many damn clothes..

I tugged at his shirt and he broke from the kiss long enough to rip his shirt up and over. All that skin, taut muscle, and the light dusting of hair that had me eager to explore ever inch.

He bit my lower lip, a swift kiss, before he grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it upwards. I wiggled out of it then reached for his belt.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Stay right there.”

Then he stood, his belt came free and then he shoved his jeans down. Thankfully, he was already without his shoes or socks. Maybe that was why I hadn’t heard him come in.

Drinking in the sight of him, I licked my lips. Then I flopped back to peel my panties down. I didn’t make it far before he grabbed them and ripped them right down my legs. Then he lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath.

“I thought slipping in to check on you and finding you pleasuring yourself was the best thing I’d seen all day.”

“Yeah?” I answered in a rush. So not a dream. Okay. That worked for me too. Now that he was here, the longing I’d been burying burst free. I just wanted to touch him.

“Yeah, but I was wrong.”

He all but fell over me, bracing one hand against the bed near my head.

“You, spread out like this, with want on your face? That’s fucking gorgeous, Firecracker.”

The heat and weight of his cock was against my thigh and I slid my legs apart, bracketing his hips with my knees as hesettled himself against me. The length of him pressed along my cunt and I arched to stroke him and myself.

“This… this is the best damn thing I’ve ever seen or felt.” Then his mouth fused with mine. The kiss, long, slow, and deep. It was like he savored the taste of my soul and dragged me into the pleasure of it all.

I skated my nails over his shoulders and then his back. The bunch and flex of his muscles offered delicious terrain to explore. The tangle of our tongues had me groaning as he began to rock his hips. The tease of his rigid length against my clit sent little sparks through my system.

“Voodoo,” I whispered against his mouth in between drugging kisses. “I need you inside me.”

“Oh?” There was just the barest hint of teasing in that syllable. “You seemed to be doing just fine with those fingers…”

It was my turn to bite his lip, then I traced a line of biting kisses along his jaw to his ear as I fisted his hair. “That’s because I was imagining you in the hotel… when you fucked me the first time.”

A full body shudder went through him and then he lifted his head, his gaze fixed on mine. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, abandoning the whisper. “I want to feel you inside me again…” I wanted it so goddamn much. I don’t know which of us reached for his cock first, but he wrapped his hand over mine.

He was so hot and hard, and his skin so silken. We teased his tip against my entrance. I was so soaking and ready, but he took his time, never looking away from me. Then he pressed forward and I arched up to meet him.

What patience we seemed to possess snapped in that instant. He slammed home to the hilt and swallowed my cry with his kiss that was all tongue, teeth, and gasping breath.

“Fuck!” The word exploded out of me as he pounded into me, every thrust as wickedly sinful and welcome as the ones I’d imagined. The stretch was a burn that just fed into my pleasure. I dug my fingers against the bunching muscles of his ass as he increased the tempo.

Maybe it was the first orgasm, or the tension, or the fact that he was here and satisfying the very real desire to see him. Or maybe it was just the way all of his focus and strength powered into me, but the orgasm that caught me up had me writhing against him as he kissed my throat.

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