Page 19 of Only for You
With a growl, he wrenched away and dipped his head to her neck, delivering a hot, openmouthed kiss to the elegant column of her throat. She pressed her head into the pillow, arching her neck, and offering him more of her. Grazing his teeth over her golden skin, he sucked the taut flesh, bruising it. So when she glanced in the mirror for several days to come, she’d remember who marked her skin. Fuck, just remember him.
“Unless it’s my name or your safe word,” he whispered against her neck, “don’t speak. Understand?” If she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t say anything that would derail this. He couldn’t allow anything to come between them yet.
She nodded, her hips undulating between them, rubbing her pussy over the base of his cock. Electrical pulses tingled in his balls, eating at his control. Locking down a groan behind clenched teeth, he lowered his arm and tapped her thigh, stilling the restless movements.
Immediately, the shifting stopped, her puffs of breath like cannon shots in the silent room. With hunger and just a bit of wariness darkening her eyes, she watched him. That lilac gaze accomplished what her bound hands couldn’t. Tested his discipline, urged him to fall on her like a starving animal and devour her. And yeah, he would—not gorging on her wasn’t an option. But not yet. Not just yet…
Pushing himself off her, he balanced his weight above her. Silence permeated the room as they studied one another. With his order for her not to speak, only her harsh inhalations echoed in the air. And though with a flick of the remote in one of the bedside table drawers, he could have music pouring into the room from the state-of-the-art sound system, he didn’t move.
He valued the quiet—after two years in a place where silence was a pipe dream, the void of sound was one of the sweetest melodies to his ears. And here, with Gabriella, it emphasized every gasp, every whimper, every pop of flesh, every suction of her wet sex welcoming and releasing him. And he didn’t want to miss. One. Thing. He needed to etch every sound into his brain, his memory…
Splaying his fingers over her rib cage, similar to how she’d touched him earlier, he slid his hands up her torso, not stopping until he cupped her breasts in his hands. As if in benediction, he briefly closed his eyes. He hadn’t forgotten, but his mind had lied to him that she hadn’t felt this good. The hell she didn’t. Her soft flesh filled his palms and fingers, the rock-hard nipples poking him. What had he told himself about waiting to fall on her like a ravenous beast? Screw that.
With a low growl, he dropped down and sucked her breast into his mouth. Lashed the tip with his tongue before curling around it and drawing hard. Her cry goaded him on, and he molded her other breast, flicking the peak, twisting it while worshipping its twin with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He nipped at her breast, circling the dark ring around her nipple, then raking the crest with the edge of his teeth. She twisted beneath him, and he didn’t reprimand her, enjoying how she simultaneously attempted to escape his touch and crowd closer to it.
In response, he tugged, sucked, tweaked, and pinched harder. And by the time he switched breasts, she seemed firmly in thegive me morecamp. Though she didn’t utter a word, her sighs, groans, and writhing told him she wanted the torment of his mouth and hands.
Use me. Dirty me. Fuck me…She’d demanded that of him, claimed she needed that from him. He intended to take her at her word. But he silently added more to that list.Brand me. Claim me. Never forget me.
Sitting up, he cradled both of her breasts in his hands, pushing them together. He swept his thumbs over the diamond-hard tips, and with a slow, deliberate glide, slid his cock between the mounds of flesh. A groan tore from his throat as he passed through, not stopping until his cockhead bumped her chin. Damn. This pleasure, fucking a woman’s breasts, he hadn’t allowed himself since Gabriella. It’d been too intimate, too personal, and he hadn’t shared that connection with anyone to indulge in the act. But her…
He drew his hips back, but before his head cleared the dark tunnel her flesh created, he pushed in again. The sweat on her skin provided a lubricant, granting him a smooth ride. He grunted, repeated the slow, unhurried stroke, the tug on his apadravya sending a blast of pleasure/pain racing up his spine.Goddamn, it was so good.She surrounded him, and the sight of his dick riding her full breasts had lust surging through him like a hot torrent, a tenderness that he could no longer ignore riding shotgun. Several more thrusts, and his cock darkened with the blood pounding in the pronounced veins, and his balls already tingled with the need to blow. Yet, it still wasn’t enough.
“Open your mouth,” he half ordered, half pleaded, the rasp almost overly loud in the silence. This time when he surged forward, he bumped her bottom lip with his erection. She parted her lips, and canting his hips, he thrust between them. And groaned. Long and low.
Wet heat. The tight clasp of her mouth. The sweet glide of her tongue.
God, he’d missed this. Missed her.
Releasing her breasts, he withdrew his cock and shifted higher up her body, grabbing a pillow. He tucked it under her head, lifting her to a comfortable angle and position. She watched him, trust gleaming from her gaze, and the glimmer of it sent a fierce satisfaction barreling through him as much as desire. Curling his fingers around the headboard, he fisted his other hand around his dick and surged forward, penetrating her mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hand joining the first on the headboard. “I—” Quickly, he bit off the rest of his confession. But he couldn’t prevent it from boomeranging against his skull.I’ve dreamed about this…about you.“Open wider for me, Gabriella. That’s it,” he praised.
With a slow roll of his hips, he pushed deeper inside her, and her wicked, perfect tongue curled around the tip, drew on him, flicked his piercing, then sucked on it. Pleasure streaked up his spine like lightning. He jerked in pure reflex, driving more of himself inside her on a lust-thickened groan. Automatically, she stretched for him, taking more of his cock.
“Do it again,” he murmured, pulling free of the wet haven of her mouth. She released him with a softpop, and the sound stroked his flesh as sweetly as her tongue. His fingers tightened around the railing as he slid back in. She sucked him deep again, tugged on his apadravya again…sent him almost shooting off down her throat.
Surrendering to the vicious need to fuck her mouth, he thrust between her lips. Over and over, filling that lush mouth full of his dick. He lowered one hand to her head, twisting his fingers in her hair. Not to hold her steady—she didn’t move, just let him use her mouth. No, he just needed to touch the dark strands, enjoy the sensual caress over his skin. He’d missed it. God, he’d missed it.
“Tilt your chin up, Gabriella,” he instructed. “Give me your throat. Let me in, baby.” The endearment slipped from him, but the hot, wet clasp of her mouth didn’t allow him the room to regret it. Not when his cockhead bumped then slipped into the narrow opening of her throat. Not when the channel reflexively tightened around him, dragging an animalistic grunt from him. Electric pulses throbbed at the base of his spine, signaling an orgasm that would no doubt render him deaf, blind, and dumb. “Again. Again.”
He’d been reduced to single words. Closing his eyes, he withdrew then pressed deeper, penetrating her throat, claiming more of the passageway. But after only one more stroke, he opened them again, unable to not stare at her lips stretched wide around his cock. Other than her pussy, he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight of him taking her. Of her wide, lilac gaze, gleaming with pleasure and trust, glistening with moisture.
“That’s it,” he praised, bucking into her. He groaned, his fingers flexing in her hair, over the headboard. One more entry into her throat, one more glide of her tongue, one more squeeze of her muscles on his flesh, and…
Orgasm nailed him in the back of the neck, propelling him forward. He shuddered, shook as ecstasy blasted through him with the force of a blowtorch. Cum burst out of his tip, spurting into her waiting mouth, and she swallowed every bit of him like he was the most treasured, the most delicious treat she’d ever tasted. And in that moment, he felt that way—more than wanted…cherished. Lo—
With a low growl, he shook his head, his chest heaving.No, he admonished himself.Stay in the here, the now.With trembling fingers, he hurriedly untied the silk scarf from the railings and from Gabriella’s wrists. He hadn’t intended to release her, but at this moment, more than being buried inside her, he longed to have her hands on him. Touching him. Caressing his skin. Stroking his hair. He didn’t analyze the urge as he massaged her skin and arms, lowering them to her sides. She didn’t speak, but her gaze questioned him. He glanced away from those pretty eyes as well as the swollen, damp mouth that had just pleasured him like no other had ever been able to.
With a renewed hunger twisting his gut, he moved off the bed and retrieved the butterfly vibrator, its remote, and lubricant off the bench. Setting the items on the bedside table, he climbed back on the bed and crouched between her legs. Tunneling his fingers in her hair, he lifted her head off the pillow to meet his mouth. There was no finesse in the kiss; it was wet, wild, raw, and hot as hell. Lips slid over lips, tongues dueled, teeth clacked. Her newly freed hands grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He growled at the bite of those nails, feeling their sting in his dick, his balls.
“Killian.” She whimpered his name, the first word she’d spoken since his instructions. Would he ever get tired of hearing those three syllables in her husky, temptress voice? Ever get used to the thrill of it, the warm slide that filled him like the sweetest honey? Hell no.
He snatched the vibrator from the bedside table, and sitting back, slipped the bands and the butterfly’s body in place. Ridiculous jealousy of the little toy nestled up against her clit pricked him. Shifting backward, he dipped his head and shoulders and licked a path between her soaked folds, his nose nudging the vibrator, pressing it against her. Rumbling low in his throat, he returned for another taste, loving the tangy sweetness that coated his tongue. He’d done this. He’d drawn this out of her with every touch, every stroke. Yeah, he hummed, sipping at her. This was his reward.
One last lick, and he rose over her, scattering kisses along her hips, up her belly, the center of her breasts. Unable to resist, he sucked each nipple, nipped them, before stretching over and grabbing a condom out of the drawer as well as the vibrator remote.
Quickly, he sheathed his fully erect cock. Just one lick of her addictive flesh, and he’d gone hard as a steel pipe again. A flick of his thumb, and the butterfly buzzed to life, sending Gabriella’s hips dancing. He stared, mesmerized by the erotic display. With her head jammed against the pillow, her back arching, and the back of her hand pressed to her mouth, she was art. Living, breathing, carnal art. Beauty in motion.
