Page 86 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
When he eases it inside me, I gasp at the feeling of fullness. He’s big, but I’m so wet and ready he doesn’t have to go as slow as he’s going.
A low rumble of thunder rattles the windows. Rain drums hard against the roof.
“More,” I plead, rocking my hips, trying to get him deeper, but he’s in control. He won’t let me set the pace. He kisses me, then lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, hard, using his teeth. I arch, crying out in both pleasure and pain. Instantly he gentles, lapping my nipple with his tongue, suckling lightly, moving to the other nipple to lavish it with the same attention.
I squirm beneath him. It will only be seconds before I start to beg incoherently. He’s still got only the tip inside me, and I need every beautiful inch of it. Now.
“Chloe. Keep still.” His voice is firm, just this side of hard.
“I can’t.” It’s true; my thighs tremble as I say the words. My fingers squeeze his ass.
“Do I need to tie you up?”
Now I freeze. My body falls completely still. Only my chest moves, rapidly rising and falling with my breath.
He lifts his head and breathes something in Russian into my ear. The tone is soft but the language is guttural, harsh, and incredibly sexual. I have no idea what he’s just said to me, but I’m on fire.
He moves his hand and presses his thumb against my swollen, aching clit. Stiffening, I suck in a breath, trying not to move. I’m rewarded with low, satisfied praise.
“Good girl.”
Still not sinking deeper inside me, A.J. lowers his mouth to my nipple again. He begins to suck it at the same time he rubs slow, gentle circles around my clit with his thumb.
My moan of pleasure is broken. My eyes slide shut. It takes every ounce of my concentration not to move, to resist the incredibly strong urge to flex my hips and arch my back, to buck against his hand.
“Perfect,” he whispers, and slides farther inside me.
I feel myself stretch around him. I feel the heat of him, the hardness, the pulsing vein that runs the length of the crown to the base. I’m so close to orgasm I have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep myself still.
“Open your eyes baby.”
I do. His nose is inches from mine. His face is strained, and his eyes are both soft and thrillingly hard. It’s obvious that going this slow is as difficult for him as it is for me. I wonder why he’s doing it.
“Tell me again.”
“What?”
“You know what.”
It can only be one of a few things. I moisten my lips. “I’m yours.”
He slides in another inch.
I gasp, struggling to remain still. My fingers dig into the muscles of his ass.
“What else?”
“All of me belongs to you.”
He presses in farther, another few inches, huge and hot, and I can’t stop the groan that slips from my lips. My thighs shake with the effort not to wrap around his waist.
“And what else?”
“And . . . and . . .”
He waits, breathing shallowly, watching me with hooded eyes. He’s balanced on one elbow, still massaging the bundle of nerves between my legs. I can tell he can’t last much longer, either. I know now what he wants me to say, and what he’ll do when I say it.
A sliver of lightning briefly illuminates the room in a jagged pulse of white. It’s raining so hard it sounds like gunfire.
