Page 45 of Rogue
I look at him, wide-eyed. “You don’t do anything half-assed,” I say with a sigh, my excitement and nervousness interwoven together.
“In for a penny, in for a pound,” he tells me with a wink.
“That’s a lot of . . . I’m not that . . . go easy on me, okay?”
He rips a foil open with his teeth, his eyes gleaming. In that moment, I don’t think he could be any more beautiful. His hair is slightly damp—why didn’t I notice that before?—like he’s fresh from showering. I nestle my nose against his skin, breathing in his smell, a mixture of woodsy maleness and a faint lemony freshness that sends my erogenous zones into a happy dance. Once fully sheathed, he finds my hip with his hands and hoists me up, his biceps bulging and my body braced in anticipation.
Slowly, he lowers me, the thick bulbous tip of him against me. But instead of breaching me—and believe me, I’m clutching his broad shoulders trying to contain my excitement—he rubs his length across my folds. Back and forth, spreading my endless fountain of wetness over his erection and me.
He flashes me a naughty smile, much like the one he’d had when he declared his “liking” me. A grin awash with secrets and sex and the promise of pleasure. Of what’s to come. Who’s going to come . . . me, yes, oh yes, me.
His lips twitch, his smile broadening a second before he lowers me and presses, holding me still while he teases me with his tip.
God, he’s hung like a stallion. I bite my lip. Even the head of him feels like it won’t fit.
My body bobs deliciously, up and down and almost on the brink of penetration. But he’s having none of that . . . yet the strip of condoms says otherwise. Holding me steady, he works an arm beneath my knee, then the other, then spreads my legs wider. Lifting, lowering. Ever so slightly sliding into me. He’s in complete control and I’m insane with lust.
Without warning, he bounces me and I take him deeper.
I cry out in surprise.
He slides me up and off of him then tosses me onto my back. My head hits the pillow and my lips part in a gasp. Lifting my legs, he draws them around his head. My hips do what my frozen brain cells beg them to do and I arch up toward him.
Yes. Hell, yes.
He glances up at me, his eyes alight with mischief. His blond hair slightly mussed, his luscious lips tilted provocatively. Naughty man.
His lips form into a pucker like he’s about to whistle a tune, then he blows on my nub and I’m the one tuned-up.
I arch my back, aching to feel the warmth of his breath on my sensitive hood.
Instead, he flicks his tongue across it.
A long, needy moan escapes my throat.
And bless his devilish soul, he responds. Dipping his head between my thighs, he licks my nub, runs his tongue along my folds and, at long last, plunges that naughty, dangerous, probing tongue of his deep inside my slick channel.
He goes deep, thrusting his tongue into me, twirling it in a wide arc, brushing his muscle against the outer bits and covering all my bases. Reaching every little bit of me. Ever so slowly, he withdraws, and before I can feel disappointed, he draws my nub between his lips and suckles it. Waves of pleasure rock through me.
I grunt.
He glances up and flashes me a sexy grin, his lips shiny and coated with my arousal. The sight of it makes me wild. I want to come, right then and there.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks me. “You taste sweet, sugary like one of those cookies you like so much. I can’t get enough of this.” He licks between my folds, then adds a word between each lick that I’m so crazy with lust, I have trouble stringing them together. “Can. Never. Get. Enough. Of. You.”
By the time he murmurs you, I’m racing toward climaxing. Just a few more words . . . “What did you say?” I gasp.
He pushes against my button with his tongue and slides a single digit inside me. Oh, oh yes.
“You’re small. And so damn tight,” I hear him hiss.
“Take me. Please. I need you, like now.”
He pauses.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I add, urging him on.
I want to mate with him like an animal. I want to feel his heart beating against mine as he thrust into me. I want his hardness, his experience, everything he’s got to offer, and more. So much more.
