Page 81 of Heartless
Stop, don't hurt her. Don't you dare fucking hurt her.
But every time I pulled back, she descended on me for more. Lips and hands now met each other on my shaft, her mouth so hot and wet and soft. Her cheeks hollowed out, sexy moans and whimpers floating up as she sucked me greedily.
"Mari, I'm so fucking close," I rasped. "Where do you want me to—ungh, God..."
She just stroked me faster, brows pinching with effort as she took me deeper, harder down her throat. Her breaths quickened too and she moaned even louder. No, she wouldn't really want me to finish in her mouth...would she?
"Mari," I tried again, keeping my grip on her shoulder as light as I could muster. "I'm about to come."
"Mm-hm," was the only reply I got before the sweet ache became overwhelming.
Sensation left my fingers and toes, the digits numb as pleasure concentrated in the base of my spine, licking out like flames of heat as Mari drew it out of me with her hands and mouth.
And then, sweet explosive release.
I was at her mercy, boneless as the sensitivity crashed over me, so intense it was almost painful. Her mouth never left me until I was utterly drained. Even as I began to soften, she licked me through the shivers and aftershocks.
My heart pounded like a drum, my whole body spent and rubbery like I'd just completed a workout. Mari crawled up the mattress, licking her lips and grinning as she slid down to nestle into my side, her cheek over my drumming heart.
"Again?" she joked, fingertips trailing over my chest.
I huffed out a breathless laugh, placing a kiss in her sweet-smelling hair. "I don't recover anywhere near as quickly as you do."
"In the morning, then." She lifted her head, brushing kisses over the scars that touched the edges of my tattoo.
"Not if I get you off first." My arm slid along her back, cupping her hip before I realized what she said. "Wait, morning?"
"Or in the middle of the night. Whenever someone wakes up first." She slid down a few inches, placing a kiss on one of my ribs before looking up, eyes brightening. "If you want to turn this into a race, it’s on, Shadow."
"So, you're..." I hoped to every god listening that I wasn't misinterpreting this. "...spending the night with me?"
She looked bewildered before bringing a playful bite down on my nipple.
"Ow."
"Of course I am! You're not a booty call." Her hand slid across my abdomen, hugging around my waist. "That is, if you want me here."
"I do, yes." I wrapped both arms around her, drawing her mouth up toward mine with a hand under her jaw. "Stay with me."
“Happily,” she murmured, fingertips grazing the scar on my cheek as our mouths connected.
Her kisses tasted softer now, if that was even possible. Our lips and tongues collided with a lazy satisfaction that I just wanted to sink into, to drown in. She sighed and hummed content little noises that I couldn't get enough of, hands stroking over me so gently. We kissed until the need for air forced us to separate, and even then I never wanted to stop tasting her skin.
"Mari?" I whispered against her forehead.
"Hm?"
"What's a booty call?"
She laughed into my neck, shoulders shaking before peppering more kisses on me.
"It's if I were to come see you to get laid and nothing else." Her fingertips danced over my chest. "I'd get what I want and then leave."
"Oh." I ran my fingers down her spine, feeling each of the bumps on her back. "You don't do that to anyone."
"No." She grinned up at me and tapped a finger to my nose. "You're stuck with me."
I pulled her closer until she was flush to me with a leg over mine. "I can think of far worse places to be stuck."I was in one for over twenty years.
