Page 74 of Falling Into Forever
“You do have a dirty mind, Sayls. But I put your words into practice.”
I carelessly toss her clothes, and she gasps. Her noises have always made me feel more animal than man, and tonight I’m holding onto control by a quickly unraveling thread.
“You weren’t wearing panties.”
The devil that lives inside my girl shows himself in her rosy cheeks. “They were bothering me.”
I run a lazy finger from her ankle to the juncture of her thighs, connecting each freckle as I go. I allow my hands to roam her skin, but my gaze zeros in hungrily on her pussy.
Leaning forward, I tug roughly on the neatly cropped landing strip of hair. It’s new, and I’m not sure if I like it. It causes a murderous bout of jealousy I’ve never experienced before.
She writhes on the bed and thrusts her wanting mound into my hand.
“Who is this for?”
She gasps, and her back arches off the bed, so I do it again, and her hands lift to caress my face.
“Who is this for, Saylor?” I’m a growling boar right now, but fuck me if I can control it.
“Me. You. Ah…” Each word leaves her mouth on a pant. “Research.” She moans, and the muscles in my jaw relax.
“Research?” I ask as I lower myself to the bed. She opens her legs wide, making room for me, and pleasure ripples through my body when she grinds against me.
“For a character. Spice. Geez,” she whimpers, then I slide a finger through her damp skin, and it evolves into a loud moan.
“You’re already wet for me, sweetheart. But it’s not enough. When I’m done with you, you’ll have no idea where you begin and where I end.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she mumbles, even as she rides my hand and lifts hers to pluck at one nipple.
“No need to be afraid.” I trace my finger around her clit, teasing, winding her pleasure higher. “We’re a team, and I’ve always got you.”
I don’t give her time to respond. I’m too out of my mind and ravenous for a taste of her, so I stiffen my tongue and run it through her folds until I find that sweet bundle of nerves that I’ve missed. Taking it between my teeth, I strum against it with my tongue until her skin glistens with perspiration.
I bite down harder, and she screams my name, but I ease up right before she comes.
“Asshole,” she moans. Then I press two thick fingers into her and grab my cock with my other hand. I squeeze myself just this side of painful to keep from coming before I’ve even felt her wrapped around me.
Saylor’s pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I attack her clit with vigor.
Forget what I said. She’ll come once and then again when I’m inside of her. I can’t wait any longer than that to slip into her wet heat.
One flick.
One moan.
One twist of my fingers.
And she comes apart below me in the most sensual symphony of moans and screams and my motherfucking name.
I lap at her entrance until she stops shaking, and I silently curse myself for going without her for so damn long.
My muscles are wound so tightly I could crack into a million pieces, but I hold my thickening length in my hand and guide it through her wetness. Once I’m coated in her, I pump against her clit until panic flashes in her expression.
“You can take it, baby.” I move my hips faster and apply more pressure to my cock as it rides that over-sensitized bundle of nerves.
“I’ve missed you, Saylor.”
She nods. Does she understand, or is she too blissed out to hear reason?
