Page 121 of Sins (The Sins Trilogy 1)
Chapter Fifty-Four
Iris
The contact makes my soul sigh. I love the way Tony takes charge, the way he leads me into a pleasurable state where nothing matters but us.
He tastes like a man in need, his breathing rough and fast. It’s thrilling, sending a hot pulse of desire that ends between my legs. I wind my arms around his neck, my fingers toying with his hair. I press my body against his, letting him know I don’t have a bra on underneath the shirt I filched from his closet.
A rough growl reverberates deeply in his throat and chest. My nipples grow hard, and I arch into him. One of his hands is against my back and the other is cupping a breast, the thumb moving over my pointed nipple through the shirt. Electric pleasure shoots through me, and I moan against his mouth.
Impatient, I bite his lower lip. “I’m making a mess,” I whisper.
“Are you?” He tugs at the nipple.
I cry out, shuddering with pleasure and a crazy, mounting need for more. “You’re making me wet. And I’m not wearing any underwear.”
He curses. I laugh under my breath. It’s hot I’m making him curse—I’m driving him crazy with lust, the same way he’s doing with me.
Holding me, he stands up. I wrap my legs around him. His hot, large hands cup my bare ass as he carries me to the bedroom, where he deposits me on the bed, his teeth, lips and tongue devouring my mouth like he could never get enough.
We feed off each other’s hunger. He dumps his clothes and shoes, flinging them on the floor. His fingers are slightly shaky by the time he reaches for the shirt I’m wearing. He fumbles with the first few buttons, then growls and rips the starched fabric apart. I thrill at his uncharacteristic impatience, my eyes riveted on his beautifully sculpted body with lean, strong muscles. His cock is rigid, long, thick. The tip brushes his glorious abs, leaving a glistening spot.
I laugh, then pull him down for another kiss, loving the solid weight of his gorgeous, masculine physique on me. Tony’s large, greedy hands move over my bare skin, feeling and learning the texture and the shape of my body as they trace every line and squeeze softness of my curves. Desperate for more, I rock against him.
He toys with my nipples, his lips and tongue wicked and talented, while his hand dips between my thighs, his fingers gliding smoothly along my slick flesh.
I arch my back, a breathless cry caught in my throat. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard as his thumb rubs against my clit and a long finger drives into me.
My hands fist the sheet. It’s as though he knows exactly what I want, how I need to be touched.
He pulls the other nipple into his mouth, and I’m going crazy with desire. He drives another finger into me, thrusting lazily, bumping the sweet spot in my pussy.
When he moves downward, leaving a hot trail of kisses on my belly, the cool air makes my wet nipples bead. I clench my inner muscles, and he grunts.
“You’re really tight.” He pulls his glistening fingers out and licks them clean, his smile devilish. “Mmm.”
The unabashed way he enjoys himself is too damn hot. “I want you,” I demand in a thick, unsteady voice. “Now.”
He looks into my eyes.
“Don’t tell me you want to make it last. We can do that later,” I say.
“Later, huh?”
“If you don’t take me now, I’m going to die of frustration and there won’t be a next time.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” He grabs a condom from a drawer near the bed. As soon as he’s sheathed, he positions his cock, then slowly pushes forward, stretching and filling me.
I gasp. He feels unbelievably good inside, fitting like a missing piece I’ve been looking for all my life.
He kisses me, tasting like him and me—as though I’m the woman he’s been seeking for all eternity. As he moves in and out, the friction blissful, a small part of me thinks it feels familiar somehow. But the unfurling pleasure pushes everything out of my head except for the toe-curling sensations running through me.
I clutch him to me, my fingers digging into his shoulders, tension winding tighter in my belly. An orgasm finally breaks, as powerful as a hurricane sweeping through. Tony pulls his mouth away, letting me scream, the ragged sound bouncing off the walls. He drives into me twice more and shudders, the tendons in his throat standing starkly.
Wrapping his arms around me, he rolls over until we’re lying on our sides. I lay a hand over his thundering heart and wait until my breathing settles. Amazing, amazing, amazing… Not just the actual orgasm; I’ve never felt so deeply connected to a person before. It wasn’t just our bodies merging—it was like our souls came together, our hearts beating as one. He completed me like no one ever has.
He disposes of the used rubber, and we spoon.
“That was awesome,” I say softly.
