Page 111 of The Hero Within
Johnny cupped his hands under her bottom, spreading her hips wide as he lowered his head to feast. "Oh, I'm not thinking about kissing you, darlin'." He traced his tongue just above her clit. "Nothing as civilized as that. I'm thinking about fucking this wet little pussy with my tongue. I'm thinking about making you scream. I'm thinking about forcing you to surrender every scrap of self-control you own, until we both know who owns you."
"You talk too much!" she panted.
"Do I?"
"Yes, damn—"
Johnny suckled her clit into his mouth, and every thought fled her mind as a stab of pleasure went through her. She'd been joking about him talking too much. Those heated words got her off almost as much as this, but... Jesus. That tongue. It felt like he knew her own body better than she did. Every teasing flick sent a shiver darting through her, and she could feel the wave about to break over her.
"Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck, please."
Johnny lifted his head just briefly, his dark eyes shining with pure wickedness. "Eden McClain," he chided. "Your language."
She shoved his head back between her legs, so close to the damned edge that she didn't care about manners. Or control. Or dignity. She just wanted to come.
Johnny laughed against her flesh, the sound vibrating through her. Then that delicious mouth was consuming her, devouring and licking, his tongue plunging inside her, pushing her higher and higher....
All the tension within her suddenly exploded out, and she was pretty sure she actually screamed. Eden's heels dug into the back of his shoulders. Johnny suckled hard, as if her utter devastation wasn't enough and he wanted to wring every last greedy drop of pleasure from her.
Until he finally lifted his head.
Eden collapsed on the bed, wrung out and panting, trying to make sense of her body—or what was left of it.
Stubble rasped against her hip as he crawled over her, and he wiped the slickness from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes twinkling. "Judging from the way you were pulling my hair I'm going to guess you liked that."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" she breathed, wincing a little as she remembered grabbing fistfuls of his hair right before she came.
"I'm pretty sure I'll survive."
Smiling smugly, he rested his arms on either side of her head as Eden's heart raced. Her thighs parted and his hips slid into their cradle, his erection focused on only one thing.
But it was the look in his eyes that consumed her.
Eden didn't dare look away, her heart feeling like it was fragmenting in her chest.Warning: Danger ahead, some part of her whispered.
Because being in his arms felt like finally coming home to a place she'd longed for, but had never been able to find. There'd always been something missing in her life. Seeing Riley with Luc, and Mia with Adam, and the happiness they all shared had only exacerbated the situation. She'd thrown herself into work instead, so she was too tired to even regret how cold and empty her bed was when she crawled into it at night.
This… felt a little like what she saw between the others.
You are falling bad....
The first thrust took her slowly, as Johnny nuzzled her lips with the same dedication he'd given to her pussy. Kissing him was almost as delicious as having him eat her out. The man's mouth ought to be given an award.
He thrust inside her slowly, each move echoing that of his tongue. This wasn't fucking so much as a slow, intense session of lovemaking. He'd done this to her that morning at Shadow Rock, as if he wanted to make it last forever, his mouth and hips trying to tell her something he wouldn't put into words.
Eden clenched around him, trying to make him lose control. He drew back and grinned at her, and the next thrust came a little harder.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, "Eres la luna que me consume, el sol alrededor del cual giro.Te amo mi angel."
"What are you saying?" she whispered, so close to the edge she could feel it crumbling beneath her feet.
"You drive me crazy."
Then she was lost in a sea of sensation, wracked by the waves of pure pleasure that rolled through her. Each thrust pushed her higher until she could barely breathe. Johnny slammed into her, a quiver running down his spine as he grunted, and finally collapsed atop her.
Tension pitted deep within her as she stroked her hands up his sweaty back. She liked this. Too much. She adored kissing him. Lying in his arms, it felt like nothing would ever be able to touch her here. She felt safe.
But for how long?
