Page 69 of Caught in the Axe
My eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Please.” I gasped as he scraped his beard over my sensitive nipples. “Touch me.”
“I’ve waited so long for you to say that.”
He pushed my legs open with his knee and teased me with his fingers, making me writhe with anticipation. His fingerswere gentle but firm, giving me just enough to drive me wild but not provide any satisfaction.
“Patience,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe. “You’re so damn wet.”
He slid a finger inside me. It wasn’t nearly enough, but I moaned at the friction, relishing the tingles that worked their way through me. But then he pulled away quickly, leaving me bereft.
He brought that finger to his lips and licked it. “Fucking delicious,” he declared with a smirk. “You gonna let me eat your pussy, Lila?”
“Later.” I’d never been into oral. I always felt guilty, like the guy was doing me a favor. I’d rather just get to the main event, especially since I was more than ready. “I want to feel you inside me.”
His eyes widened. “I want you warmed up first.” His hand returned, fingers teasing my clit. “If you won’t let me taste you, at least ride my hand a little.”
Before I could object, he slipped two fingers inside me, and I temporarily lost the ability to speak. Goddamn, he was good with his hands. He used his fingers and the heel of his palm against my clit, making it impossible to argue with him.
“That’s it,” he said, curling his fingers and ratcheting up the tension building inside me. “Oh, I can feel you clenching my fingers. Right there, keep going. Come for me.”
As if my body was desperate to follow his every command, I hurtled toward the edge. I closed my eyes and cried out, pleasure mounting as I gripped the sheets and arched my back.
My mind went blank as the pleasure washed over me.
“Fuck,” he growled, still stroking my clit as I shivered beneath him. “Even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
Panting, shaking, totally wrecked, I opened my eyes and tried to find my bearings.
Owen was sitting back on his knees, stroking his hard cock. The sight alone almost sent me over the edge again.
“God, this view,” he said, his blue eyes ablaze. “You. Lying on my bed, naked and spent. Dream come true.”
I pushed up onto my elbows, the heat pooling inside me going molten, and palmed his cock. When he groaned in response, my heart flipped over itself.
With a hum, I slid my hand down his thick length, loving the feel of him. “What else did you dream about?” I asked, watching his chest rise and fall as he fought to keep control.
“You riding me.” He panted. “Lying back and watching you come on my cock.”
I pushed up to sitting, then pressed a hand against his chest, gently forcing him to lie back, then leaned down to kiss him.
“Condoms?”
He nodded toward the bedside table.
Once I’d pulled one from the box, I straddled him, tore the foil, and carefully rolled the condom down his length.
I positioned myself over him, keeping my focus locked on his face and reveling in the power of this position. His eyes were hooded and his chest was heaving as he watched me just as intently. He wanted this just as badly as I did.
With one hand flat against his chest, I slowly lowered myself onto him. Beneath me, he tensed, gripping my hips and guiding me until I had taken every single inch of him.
Once I was fully seated, I let out a long breath, adjustingto his size. Then I started to rock gently, letting myself warm up.
He groaned, pulling me down for a kiss as I circled my hips, increasing my speed.
My eyes were scrunched shut as I worked his length, pausing to find the perfect angle and fighting not to lose myself in the feeling of being so full.
“Eyes on me,” he growled, snaking his hand up my chest to grip my chin hard.
I obeyed, taking in the hard lines of his face and the desire in his eyes.
