Heavenly went wild, shaking and shuddering as she moaned and squealed. Every noise was an unintelligible plea or praise that only drove him higher. He had to taste every bit of her, everywhere. Needed more of her dizzying response.
He dipped to her untried entrance, curling his tongue to penetrate her, and stroked deep into her soft, swollen tissue.
“Oh!” She almost jackknifed off the island. “Seth. Please… I need…something.”
“I know, angel,” he crooned. “I’m going to give it to you.”
“But—”
Seth cut her off by ruthlessly tongue-fucking her. She surged against him, her cries bouncing off the walls. Her fingers tangled in his hair, as she pulled and tugged, making his scalp sting. He kept going, shaking his head as he licked up her slit, then filled her clenching core again—lingering, flicking, and unraveling her.
God, he hadn’t known how she would react to him devouring her virginal flesh. He’d worried she would be too shy or too shocked or just too…not ready. But Heavenly’s uninhibited reaction told him his gut instinct that they’d be sexually compatible had been dead right. Even better, she seemed to be as in tune with this craving to merge and become one as he was.
She almost peaked, but he eased back, danced away. Her mewl of protest had him grinning. He tormented her from a different angle, nibbling at the puffy lips of her sex and flicking a barely there swipe across her clit. Another wail of thwarted need rose from her lips. Fucking music to his ears.
He focused his control, found a dozen ways to spike her pleasure…but he never quite gave her the sustained sensation to climax. Instead, he took his sweet time learning her, figuring out how to take her apart methodically, adapting to whatever made her tense or gasp or cry out in need. Then slowly, he built her up again until her honey flowed over his lips and the involuntary thrust of her hips turned rhythmic against his mouth.
She was close again. Sweet.
Once more, he backed off and he soaked in her frustrated whimpers with a smile.
“No…” She shuddered, pleading. “I can’t take it.”
He looked up the curves and valleys of her body, waiting until she met his stare. “You can because I want you to. When I let you come, I want to be sure it’s so hard, so devastating you won’t forget it.”
Then he slid his fingers through her wetness, coated them, and dipped his middle finger into her opening, sinking deep. Damn, she gripped him, beyond tight. Thank god. There was no way Beck had seduced her out of her virginity.
Seth eased up, gave her a moment to adjust, to wriggle and roll on his digit, before he slid his little finger into the soft opening of her ass. Shock and sensual torment filled her face at once, driving him harder to send her splintering into a thousand pieces under his touch. She was so fucking gorgeous, so seemingly made for him. He couldn’t wait to slide every inch of his stiff, impatient cock deep inside her. To feel her clutch him as she disintegrated around his thrusts and spilled all over his dick.
As he bent his head to her swollen clit and flicked it softly, she squealed. The little bead began to flush and throb. Fuck, how heady, knowing that a mere touch or two had her in this thrall again, on the verge of begging him to pleasure her in any way he wanted simply so he’d give her the satisfaction he’d made her crave.
“Ready to explode for me, angel?” he taunted.
She clutched his hair and gyrated against his mouth. “Oh, yes. Please. Please, Seth…”
Her sweet cries, the heat and tightness of her body clutching his fingers, her scent so strong it made him drunk—all took him to the brink of his control.
With his free hand, Seth dug a condom from his jeans, then attacked his fly before he slid the denim down enough to kick his pants somewhere near her discarded underwear. Despite how frantic he’d been to free his cock, he never stopped fingering her slick openings or teasing her taut nub. Not too hard. Not too fast. No, he made her ride his touch, forcing her to stretch for the orgasm he dangled just out of her reach.
She was incoherent now, her gasps mingling with her rising wails as he lured her closer to the cataclysmic end. Climax was right there; everything about her body told him so. Another lick, another nudge, and she’d tumble over. And fuck if it wasn’t going to be the sweetest thing ever. His heart chugged. His cock jerked. He was so ready…
The doorbell pealed, shattering the moment.
Heavenly stilled, stare zipping toward his door. “Someone’s here?”
“It’s no one. Ignore it.” He wasn’t stopping, damn it.
But the doorbell only rang again, strident and insistent, jarring his fucking concentration. With a curse, he swiveled his stare to his phone, sitting on the charging stand on a nearby counter, flashing a clear view of the front door.
Seth blinked, frowned, backed away from Heavenly to peer closer at the device. He couldn’t possibly be seeing that right.
“What is it?” She sounded drunk and dazed.
“I’m not sure. Stay right there. I’ll only be a minute.”
He rose and wiped his face with a paper towel, then grabbed his gun from the holster where it hung on the nearby wall and slipped to the front door, turning the lock. He cracked it open just enough to peek around the portal.
What the hell? His camera hadn’t lied. Standing on his porch was a woman in her forties dressed like a colorful gypsy and a goddamn donkey. “What the fuck is this?”
She gave him her version
