His nostrils flared and he groaned.
Her mind was on hiatus, and her body was now running the show.
“I want to hear you say it.” He was slowly moving his lips down her chest, the warm little puffs of air from his mouth heating her flesh, causing the blood to rush to the surface. Her back arched on its own when he latched his lips around her aching nipple, and she involuntarily reached out to dig her fingers into his dark, short hair, keeping him in place.
Over and over, he tormented her body, alternating between breasts and sucking at her nipples so hard the pain and pleasure morphed into one.
“Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy.” His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her on, and she found herself lifting her hips and crying out.
“Please, Reese.” He moved down then and poised an inch from her pussy, his warm breath doing sensual things to the most intimate part of her. “I want your mouth there.”
And then his face was right between her thighs, his tongue sliding through her slit. A sound of pleasure and surprise left her.
“Christ, you taste incredible.” His words were murmured against her heated, over-sensitive, and wet flesh, sending vibrations to her core. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her clit then slid his tongue back down again. He repeated this action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly.
“Reese!” she cried out. “Oh. God.” In a move so quick all she could do was gasp, Reese had her clit in his mouth and a finger pressed gently into her body.
He sucked harder and faster than she could comprehend. And then she exploded for him.
Ecstasy washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, her very sanity. He didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, even after she pleaded, begged, told him she was far too sensitive for any more.
Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading her brow, Keira finally felt him move up her body. He claimed her mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider, needing him deeper. His flavor mingled with hers, creating a plethora of sensations that burst along her tongue.
Lifting her hips and grinding her still sensitive pussy on his cock, nervousness slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of himself at her entrance.
She stiffened, not from fear but from anticipation.
“God,” he groaned. “If I died right now, I’d already know what heaven feels like.”
Her breath hitched, and she kissed him again, over and over until they were both breathless and mindless with their desire.
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“I want to go slow, but fuck, I’m crazy in my need for you, Keira.”
She slid her hands to his shoulders, gripping the steely muscles. Maybe it was her nerves, or maybe it was her need to feel comfort at that moment, but she asked, “Have you…?” Keira closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her face flamed, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut.
“Look at me,” he said low, his voice husky.
She opened her eyes and stared into his dark ones.
“Let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never…. I haven’t had anyone touch….” She couldn’t force the words past her lips.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he said again, and her breath hitched.
He rose up and ran his lips along hers in a slow, sensual glide. “I'm never letting you go.”
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, feeling every hard, male part of his body come in contact with her.
“Are you ready?” His words, his voice, were low, gentle.
She nodded and felt him start to push in just a bit, the thick head of his cock stretching her opening. He was big, thick and long, and as he worked his way inside, claiming her virginity, making her his, she knew she’d never be the same.
He worked himself in and out, and when he pulled out almost all the way, the tip lodged in her opening, she felt the stretch and burn move through her.
“Relax for me?” he breathed out, his face strained with the struggle to go slow for her.
He pushed every single inch back into her, groaning like he couldn’t help himself. Her inner muscles clenched around him, causing deep, whisper-like moans to tear from his chest. The discomfort was a lasting feeling, but the longer he tunneled in and out of her, the more she relaxed, the better it felt.
He placed his forearms on either side of her head and pushed up so he hovered above her. He looked dark and dangerous, like a fallen angel... her fallen angel.
He moved in and out, slow at first but gradually picking up speed. The discomfort turned to something darker, more carnal, and before she knew it, she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Never once did he take his eyes off her face, and for some reason, that made what they were doing all the more intimate.
Perspiration covered his chest, and the moonlight coming through the window caused the beads of sweat to glisten. Keira let her gaze travel down to his lower stomach and watched in female appreciation as the muscles of his abdomen contracted every time he pushed deeper into her.
“Keira.” Her name was a groan from his lips, and when he tilted his head back, the tendons of his neck stood out. “I’ve never felt anything so incredible. I never will again for the rest of my fucking life.”
He slammed into her hard, and the force had her sliding up the bed. Ecstasy took hold and wouldn’t let her go.
Over and over, he worked his cock into her, hitting an ultrasensitive spot inside her repeatedly. The climax that claimed her was swift.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”
He breathed harder, so hard that was all she could hear.
“Look at me. Fuck, Keira. Look. At. Me. I’m coming.”
Forcing her eyes open, Keira watched
