Page 103 of Diesel's Perseverance
Propping up on his elbow, he said, “Hi,” as his blues roamed over her.
She swallowed hard. “Hi,” she whispered, running a finger along his stubbly jawline.
Diesel dipped his head down and pressed his mouth to hers, moving his lips back and forth over hers before nibbling gently on her lower lip. She reached up, buried her fingers in his hair, and yanked the strands hard. A devilish glint sparked in his eyes and then she kissed him back, her tongue slipping through and into his mouth, coaxing his to invade her own. A deep growl from inside his chest spilled out, and she swallowed it.
“I’ve got a real burn for you, woman,” he whispered in her ear.
“I can’t resist you,” she murmured back, her talons lightly digging into his scalp.
Groaning, he slid a hand under her satin pajama top, cupped one of her breasts, and squeezed hard.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
His thumb circled her aching nipple while his mouth devoured hers as their tongues twisted, breaths mingled, and teeth clashed. Every nerve in her body snapped in pleasure.
Connecting with Diesel was a way of feeling something other than grief, sadness, and thefinalityof death. Being with him, feeling his lips on hers, his hands exploring her body, the desire zapping every nerve cell in her body, was life-affirming. Myla craved his touch, his strength and she clung to it, clutched at it as if it were her last life raft.
Slowly, Diesel pushed up her top while he trailed feathery kisses along her jaw and down her neck until he came to the swell of her breasts. A dusting of gentle nips and soft kisses made the ache throbbing between Myla’s legs intensify. His warm breath scorched her skin as he licked the curve of her breast. She inhaled, holding her breath in anticipation.
“You like that?” he asked as he sat up.
Nodding, she exhaled slowly.
Capturing her green gaze, Diesel’s index fingers stroked the very tip of her nipples. “Your tits are beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head. He seized her stiff nipple between his lips and sucked it while lightly rolling the other between his fingers. She moaned and closed her eyes, getting lost in the explosion of senses; it felt so damn good. His fingers alternated between swirling around her hard peaks and sucking them until they ached. Myla’s back arched and legs parted when he tugged on them and scraped his teeth across one pebbled nipple and then the other.
“I bet you’re dripping,” he said, his voice a low growl in her ear.
“Diesel…” she whispered, her desire escalating higher.
His eyes locked on hers as he pinched her nipple, and sweet pain pulled at her clit. His gaze was intent, and Myla gasped, unable to look away, losing herself in his piercing stare and unbridled passion.
Tugging hard on her reddened buds, he lowered his head, claiming her mouth with his teeth and tongue. She moaned into the kiss, and he drew away, gently cupping both her breasts and brushing his lips across them. His mouth traveled down her rib cage and lingered on her belly, then traversed a path back up to her breasts, grazing each taut bud with his five o’clock shadow.
“That feels so good, Diesel,” she said in a breathless voice.
“I love your tits, darlin’.”
He slid his hand down the flat expanse of her stomach. She sucked in a breath when his hand slid farther, and he cupped it over her sex.
A low grunt rumbled from his throat. “Fuck, you’re wet. You soaked right through your panties.” His voice was raw. “Raise your ass a little bit, darlin’ so I can get rid of this lacy thing and on to that pretty pussy.”
Myla felt her cheeks flush, but she complied and lifted her bottom. Diesel slid her undies off her, the lace edges scratching her legs before he flung them on the floor. The breeze from the window felt warm on her exposed private parts, and she clamped her legs together.
A smile tugged at his lips, and he slipped his hand between her legs and pushed his fingers between her pulsing folds.
“So warm… so wet. I like that,” he rasped.
Desire flooded her. She had never been this turned on, this in tune with a man in her life. She spread her legs and ground into his hand. He leaned in and nuzzled the swell over her sex with his nose. Fervent kisses around her pink folds drove her mad with desire, and she silently begged him to move his mouth to her aching sweet spot. Instead, he ran his tongue from the tip of her heat down to her opening in one long languid lick.
“Oh, fuck,” she muttered beneath her breath.
Glancing up at her, Diesel held her gaze as he spread open her swollen folds and flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit. Fire burned through her at the contact, and she bucked her hips toward his face, a groan breaking from her.
“You like that, don’t you? You’ve got a sweet-tasting pussy,” he said as he inserted a finger in her opening. “And you’re just so fuckin’ wet. I love it.”
She moaned her response as another finger slid inside her. The two digits worked into her in a steady rhythm while his tongue licked and stroked her, lightly brushing over her sweet spot each time. Grabbing his head, Myla’s hand tangled in his hair as she ground against his tongue.
He increased the speed of his fingers, the wet slippery sound broadcasting how aroused he’d made her. Then he pulled out and slid down a bit, his blue gaze holding hers, and she watched as he plunged his tongue into her heat, thrusting in and out, faster and faster while repeatedly swirling a finger around her clit. Myla closed her eyes and moaned when his fingertip stroked the side of her sweet spot. She sank all her fingers in his hair and yanked, groaning and thrashing her head while her whole body quaked.
