Page 46 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
She gasped as he kissed her like a man starved.
She was hardly aware as he undressed her with more economy than finesse, buttons flying in all directions.
Then he was between her thighs, fingers sliding her underwear aside. His eyes met hers for a long moment of connection before he looked down at her body. His expression was reverent. Her breath hitched.
Then his lips kissed the top of her inner lips before letting his tongue slide down.
Ana jolted, her hips twitching upward, but he held her down with one hand on her belly, holding her down effortlessly, his mouth pressed into her folds. The first stroke of his tongue almost sent her into orbit.
She couldn't stop the squeak that escaped her lips.
When she reached for his hair, it was to push him away. But her hands had a mind of their own as she pulled him closer. She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Her body was hot and wet and wild beneath his mouth. Ana felt his tongue over that secret place as he licked her, his hard hands pushing her thighs apart when she tried to close them.
She couldn't stop the scream that was wrenched from her, her breath strangled. He is going down on her like he has wanted to do this forever. Ana shakily reached down, her hands sliding into his hair, holding him in place.
Then, he pulled back only to insert a finger into her wet heat closely followed by another. An embarrassing squishing sound accompanied his movements.
He whispered, “Shhh." as he moved in and out of her while she squirmed like a butterfly caught in a web.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone. He hooked his fingers under the cotton waistband of her panties and with and impatient snap, tore it off in one go. Then he braced himself over her his hand working to position himself at her entrance.
Ana stiffened as the blunt tip pressed into her.
Her body wasn't as ready as she thought.
He moved slowly, watching her face. She tensed, remembering not just the pain, but what came after. He leaned in, whispering against her neck as his body pressed forward.
"I'm going to ruin you," he rasped, his teeth grazing her skin. The burn was slow, searing as he pushed deeper, inch by inch.
"I want to hear you scream," he growled into her ear.
She couldn't. Her nails clawed at his back, her lips parted in a silent gasp.
He didn't stop.
He thrust harder, deeper. One hand captured her wrists and pinned them over her head, the other sliding under her back. His hips rolled, unrelenting.
The hand holding her hands let go to trace the inside of her arm, her collarbone until his finger circled her nipple. It ached. Everything ached. The pressure built until it was unbearable.
She sobbed, high and broken as she tried to move her hips to take more.
"No," she whispered as she felt the climax approaching.
"Not yet."
But it was too late. Her body took over.
She clenched hard around him, pulse after pulse of pleasure crashing through her. Her legs trembled. Her eyes rolled back.
Then she went limp beneath him, her thighs still open, with him still hard inside her.
For a second, she blacked out. When she came to, she didn't look at him.
Couldn't. Tears stung her eyes. One slipped free. Then another.
He licked it away.
Ana waited for him to pull out. Somehow, she expected him to say something cruel. Something smug.
