Page 16 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
She sighs. “You’re so perfect, I feel like you’re a figment of my imagination—and you’re going to slip through my fingers.”
“I’m never going anywhere.” I kiss her talented hands. “All you have to do is call, and I’ll come for you, no matter what. You’ll never lose me.”
Her eyes grow tender. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you.”
So I do. I stand before her, stark naked. A soft sigh leaves her lips as she studies me, her pupils darkening and widening. “You’re so hot. You make me hot. Crazy horny for you.” She runs an index finger over the glistening spot on my cock and pulls the tip into her mouth. “Mmm.”
Jesus. My dick’s even harder now. Her siren’s mouth curves into a smile—all woman, all powerful. Taking my dick in her hand, she wraps her lips around the head, her tongue swirling over it like a lollipop.
Sharp pleasure pulses through me with each lick, each sweet pull of her hot, wet mouth. Her eyes are on mine, her cheeks hollowed, her lips moving along my thick, throbbing shaft. The vision is so erotically intense, it almost makes me lose control. But I don’t want to come like this. I want to feel her climax in my arms first.
I gently pull away, pull her up and kiss her, our mingled tastes making me drunk faster than a twenty-five-year-old whiskey. I tug at her shirt, pull it over her head. She pushes her pants and underwear down her legs and kicks them away.
Her nipples bead in the cool evening air, and she cups the undersides of her breasts in a seductive offering. A low growl vibrating in my throat, I take one into my mouth. She gasps, then drives her fingers into my hair. I pinch the other nipple between a thumb and forefinger.
“Tony, oh God.”
“I love your tits,” I say before moving to the other nipple. “So pretty. So responsive.”
I clamp my mouth around it as I wrap my arm around her waist and bring both of us down on the huge lounge seat. I run my free hand along her belly, dip it below to the hot, wet folds between her legs and slowly thumb her swollen clit.
She arches her back.
“You’re so wet. I love it.”
My two fingers glide into her easily, and her pussy tightens around them, making me groan with the image of it clamping around my throbbing dick. I add one more finger and thrust in and out of her while continuing to run the pad of my thumb over her clit and pulling her nipple back into my mouth.
Iris’s breathing grows rapid, rough. A low moan tears from her, and she arches into my hand. “Tony—wait. Stop.”
I go still instantly. “What’s wrong?” Did I do something to hurt her? She might have injuries Dr. Young missed…
“Not like this. I want to feel you inside me.”
So do I, but…“I have to go grab a condom.”
She licks her mouth. “Are you clean?”
“Yes, but—”
“I am, too. I’m not asking you to give me a baby, Tony,” she adds when I hesitate. “I just want to feel you.”
It’s such an act of trust. I feel unworthy, given what I’m keeping from her, but I can’t turn away from it either, craving every gift from her with the desperation of a man lost in desert craving water.
“Please…?”
Her soft plea breaks me. My existence has no meaning if I can’t make her happy. “You never have to say please to me. Everything you want—need—I’ll give it to you.”
Except the truth, a small voice in my conscience mocks me.
Muting it, I kiss her, our hands linked. Her legs are parted, and I feel her heat and wetness.
“Now,” she demands.
I push into her. God. The sensation is so intense, it’s like I’m back to being a virgin.
Her lips part, her eyes liquid-silver brilliant. I drive into her, angling my hips just so, trying to shatter her with ecstasy. Bliss twists her face, her eyes unfocused and brimming with sensation. I keep a tight rein to make sure she’ll climax, even as I’m losing myself within her darkening eyes.
I know the moment she comes—the small hitch in her breathing and the tight spasming as she cries out my name. It feels so fucking good that I almost lose control. I drive twice more into her, then pull out and climax on her belly, shaking and heaving like I just finished a marathon.
When I can see without lights dancing in my vision, I look down. I like the sight of my cum on her. It’s erotic. Primitive.
My woman. Mine.
She’s studying the irregular white trail on her stomach. “It’s supposed to be dirty, but it doesn’t feel that way,” she says finally in a soft voice. “It’s hot. Sweet.” She lifts her gaze. “I love it. I love you.”
My heart is so full that I can barely breathe. I cradle her face in my hands and kiss her. “I love you too.” After wiping her clean with a napkin, I pick her up. “Let’s take you to bed. I haven’t had my fill of you. We can make love for the next thousand years, and it won’t be enough.”
She flushes, the smile on her face radiant. “Ten thousand.”
There are so many things still unresolved. But for tonight, I think about nothing except giving her pleasure and losing myself in her.
