Page 10 of Shine: Sins of the Father
My breath catches, watching him pour some into his palm, knowing he’s going to rub it into my skin.
I hold perfectly still when he pulls the towel from me and begins the exquisite torture of stroking and rubbing it into every inch.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and when he notices, he dips his head and kisses me.
When he’s finished, he yanks me against him, reminding me he has no problem taking control, then stares in my eyes.
“Not too late to change your mind, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’m gonna lay you out on that big bed in there and take my time appreciating this gorgeous gift the boys had waiting for me. You gonna give me that?”
I nod, too intoxicated by his voice to find mine.
He tips his forehead to touch mine, then lowers his mouth to my lips again.
His fingers thread through my hair, holding my head while his mouth devours mine.
I slip my hands up to cup his neck, and I feel a vibration of a moan bubble from his chest.
Keeping the kiss, he dips and grabs my ass, hefting me up, and then we’re moving into the other room, and my back comes down on the bed.
His delicious weight presses on me, pinning me to the mattress with his muscled body.
Not wasting a second, he moves down my body and spreads my thighs apart with his shoulders.
“I can’t wait another second to taste that sweet honey, pretty girl.” With that, his mouth comes down on my pussy, his tongue seeking my clit. He plays for a while, then buries his tongue inside me.
My spine arches off the bed, my breasts in the air, and I cry out in pleasure. His mouth doesn’t let up until I’m soaring toward another orgasm.
When it comes with a sharp jolt, he laps up every bit, then rears up, takes his dick in his hand, and plunges inside me with one thrust.
I’m gasping for breath, barely recovered and floating on a high as he starts slowly pumping inside me.
“Easy, sweetness. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want.”
He rests on his forearms, bracketing me in, and dips his head to press soft kisses to my mouth. As he rides me, he stares into my eyes, watching each flare as the sensations shoot through my body.
Soon we’re both breathing hard, and his body is covered with a slick sheen.
His muscles bulge with his efforts, still taking his sweet time, until I catch up with him and can’t believe I feel another orgasm building.
I writhe, and soon I’m lifting my hips to meet his every thrust.
“God, you’re fucking wet. Your pussy feels like a silken fist around my dick. Best fucking feeling ever. Nothing better on this earth.”
“Oh, God,” I gasp, knowing it's coming on hard now.
He increases his pace, and soon he’s slamming into me, his face twisted into a snarl, and I’m flying over the edge again. He goes still, coming hard inside me, his breathing ragged.
A moment later, he drops his weight onto me, then rolls off.
The air chills my damp skin, missing his body heat immediately.
I roll against him, and he gathers me close. We both fall into an exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Fiona—
The weight of a muscular arm is around my waist, and heat radiates into my back from the chest pressed to it. Shine. Everything from last night comes flooding back and my eyelids fly open.
