Page 65 of Tinder Embrace
“Ready for that hard pounding yet?” he husked.
“Yes. Beast me. I want to taste the freaking rainbow.”
Davis shoved down his jeans, exposing his heavy length and mesmerizing me, creating an insatiable urge to touch. To stroke. To own.
“Mine,” Davis growled, echoing my thoughts.
He tugged me forward, flipping me to crouch on all fours in front of him. His bulk shadowed me, at once commanding and protecting, and I shivered.
Davis stroked a hand from the curve of my waist, over my flank and down my leg, before tracing gently up the inside, delving into the place between my thighs that wept for him.
“Davis!”
He paused. “Unicorns?”
“No. I want you inside me. Like, now.”
“But I don’t have my condom, and you’re not ready yet, Bee,” he tutted gently.
“Yes, I fuckingam,” I insisted, arching back against him, half-tempted to grab for what I really wanted, convinced a few strokes would have him under my spell.
A sharp smack on my backside made me squeal. “Naughty girl,” he whispered in my ear, soothing one palm over the area he’d just reddened.
I shuddered, my skin stinging. Davis covered me, smooth muscle sliding along my back, his length bobbing between my legs, brushing gently,so close, and still not where I really wanted him.
“Let’s try this,” he soothed, reaching for something outside my line of sight.
I tensed before remembering it was Davis who wielded the toys. He’d taken such exquisite care of me so far, I had nothing to fear, other than possibly the most potent orgasm of my life.
I was already hanging by a thread, more eager to come than I’d ever been. I loved seeing him take control. He still checked in, taking his time, making me all but feral for him.
I pulsed, aching and empty, dying for him to fill me. I was so caught up in my lust for him, I’d nearly forgotten his words. The hypnotic buzz of a vibrator made me shudder beneath him.
“I’m not sure how much more I can take,” I said, voice faint. “I’m so close.”
“Bee, you’re going to take itall. I want to hearyou scream.”
His dark command combined with his bulk behind me made me want to sink back and enjoy all of the pleasures he had on offer. But Davis had other ideas.
I was so distracted thinking about him, the toy faded to the back of my consciousness. Davis jolted me to the present with another smack, this time along my left hip, while simultaneously applying the vibrator to my clit.
I came apart, shuddering as he tortured me with the vibrator probing at the center of my pleasure.
“There’s my Bee,” he murmured when I came back to myself, throat raw from screaming my release.
My arms were shaky from the combination of supporting my weight and the trembling pleasure that radiated from my core, tiny waves overtaking me. Davis turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside before flipping me onto my back beneath him.
His hungry gaze took in my no-doubt wrecked self, boneless legs akimbo, utterly lax from my orgasm. “Is there room for one more?”
“Only if it’s you,” I said, gathering my wits enough to stroke his erection, firm and heavy. All I wanted was to feel him inside me.
He suited up in a condom, and I smiled at the sign that he took my safety seriously. I urged him forward, pausing for a long kiss. The sweetness of his caress, the gentle sweep of his tongue dueling mine left me dizzy with renewed longing. I hadn’t thought it was possible to achieve my earlier level of neediness again so soon, but I ached for him to fill me.
“I want you inside me.”
“More lube first?”
“Nope, just more you.”
