Page 84 of Kiss the Dawn
Instead, I stand still, each breath faster and shorter as she touches me, fingers gently questing over my skin, down my Adonis belt, and to the base of my cock. She grips it then looks up at me, as if asking permission.
I’m so hard now that it’s painful. I swallow past the knot in my throat and nod.
Her pink tongue flicks out to lick the bead of arousal at my tip, and my hips buck toward her.
She looks up at me then takes me in her mouth, and my thoughts shatter. All I can do is feel what she’s doing to me and try to remember to breathe because it’s too good, too fucking?—
I fist my hand in her hair to stop her and gently draw her off me. “Not like this.”
I don’t want my first climax with her to be like this. I push her onto the bed, but I don’t cover her with my body. Not yet. I want to play first. To touch her. Tease her. Taste her.
Her skin is soft and smooth, warm in places, hot inothers. Wet there…Yes, oh so fucking wet and swollen with need.
“Oh…don’t stop,” she pleads.
I love this. The feel of her on my fingers, around my fingers. The sounds she makes. The rosy hue of her parted, panting mouth. She’s close. So close.
I stop then swallow her cry of frustration with a kiss that pins her to the bed.
She writhes beneath me, trying to touch herself and finish what I’ve started, but I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, wrangling her into submission with my kisses while I cover her with my body and settle between her thighs.
She lifts her hips to meet mine, rubbing her pussy against my cock. Eager, wanton. Mine. I grab her hip and force her to be still as I take the lead, thrusting against her in controlled movements that make her sob my name over and over as she begs me not to stop.
But I do stop, and she growls. “Dammit. Stop playing and fuck me.”
“Patience, Little Silver.”
I release her wrists and cup her breasts, losing myself in the swell of creamy skin. She tastes like strawberries and summer. Her pulse beats fast and heavy, the scent of her blood an aphrodisiac to my senses, and I’m lost.
ORINA
Ezekiel consumed me, demanding sensation from my body that I didn’t knew it had. I was in his power, his puppet to play with as he awakened every part of me. My skin buzzed, so sensitized it was almost painful, and my pussy clenched over and over, demanding his cock.
“Please…” I looked up at him through a sheen of tears.
He pinched my jaw, his gaze raking over my face, looking for something I didn’t understand, and then he released me, rearing back to kneel between my thighs.
I reached for him, frustration a knot in my chest because this was too much. I was ready, so fucking ready.
“I know,” he whispered. “I fucking know.” He grasped my hips and dragged me up his thighs until he was pressed to my entrance.
“Look at me, Little Silver. Look at me when I fuck you.”
I forced my eyes open and locked them with his as he entered me, painfully slowly, holding me captive so he had all the control and I…I could do nothing but take it. He filled my body, completing my soul. The puzzle piece that had been missing for too long, the element I’d ached for and never been able to identify.
Ezekiel was it.
I blinked back hot tears, pleading with my eyes to hurry, to give it all to me.
He obliged with a deep thrust that whited my vision and rocked my head back onto the bed, and for a moment, it hurt. Too big. Too much.
“Relax.” His tone was tight. “Orina, relax.” He touched me, circling my clit until my body eased around him, accepting him. “Good?”
“Yes…” My voice was a breathless whisper.
He adjusted our bodies, still joined, so that he was lying on top of me, and the motion, the shift, touched places inside me that made my toes curl and my limbs lock with pleasure.
He stroked my hair off my face and cradled my throat, squeezing a little. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice just as breathless as mine.
