Page 20 of Only For Your Touch
“Okay?” he asked, glancing up her belly and breasts. Her eyes were wide and glazed in her flushed face, red strands sticking to her damp cheekbones.
“Yes,” she said. “I can feel you.” She broke off on a groan as he slid another inch inside her tunnel. “Oh God, I can feel youthere.”
“Where,lisichka?” He crouched between her wide-spread thighs and thrust two fingers of his other hand deep inside her at the same time he buried the entire length of his finger in her back hole. “Talk to me. Where can you feel me?”
“In my pussy,” she whispered. Gasped. “In my ass.Everywhere.” A keening wail burst from her lips, and her walls contracted around him, spasming hard as she flew over the edge into orgasm.
“Fuck,” he growled, and sucking her, he finger-fucked her from both ends, riding her through the release that shook her body and pulled scream after scream from her throat. Goddamn, she was beautiful. Uninhibited as she took his hard strokes, her knees pulled to her chest, her behind lifted into each thrust.
As soon as she stopped milking his finger, he stretched over to the bedside table, jerked open the drawer, and quickly ripped open a condom. In seconds, he’d sheathed himself and was buried inside her.
He grunted as he tunneled through her taut core, the passage tight from its recent orgasm. Clenching his teeth, he fell over her, his hands slamming to the mattress on either side of her head. He captured her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and fucked her with a fervor that boarded on animalistic. It was primal, the need to plunge inside her over and over, as instinctive as breathing. He needed her, needed her wet, slick embrace over his cock, needed her to take him to oblivion.
His hips slammed into hers over and over, and her nails scored his ass as she took every stroke, every thrust. Electric currents raced down his spine, sizzling in his lower back, in the soles of his fucking feet. His balls drew tight, and he hurt with the need to come. Hovering right on that edge, but damn it, not wanting to dive over. Not wanting this erotic torture to end. But fuck, he wanted…needed…
“Let go.” Like earlier, her whispered command reached him through the roar of lust, infiltrating the din in his head. Giving him permission to lose that last, unraveling thread of control. “Let me catch you.”
Oh God. He exploded, her words—her assurance—shoving him over the crumbling ledge. He plummeted headfirst into ecstasy, into the fire, into the black. And her arms closed around him, holding him close.
She had him.
