Page 35 of The Secret
“This wetness … it’s all over me, making me really, really slick.” He presses his nose into me and rubs it up and down my neck. “Oh God. Oh God. Fuck, Liss. I’m not going to last. You feel fucking amazing. Holy shit, you’re so tight.Jesus, fuck.”
God, I love how verbal he is. Hot breath gusts down my body, his hand snaking down my stomach, holding me for his thrusts, and when those long magic fingers find my nub, my bloodstream is like liquid fire. I give him my weight with a groan. His fingers are erratic all over my wetness, sometimes where I want it and sometimes not, as we drown in a haze of heat and sweat. Tightness climbs from my knees on the bed, to my pelvis, to where his finger’s touching me. I widen my legs, wanting more of everything.
“I’m close, Liss.Oh no.Oh no.Fuck. I can’t … I can’t …”
Too much. Too much.This whole teasing build. I start to come, mouth dropping open, a long wail slips up and out. He gasps into my throat as the first shudder rattles through me, and I lurch forward, almost losing his cock, but he thrusts back in fast.
“Oh fuck, you’re there. You’re tighteningeverywhere. Holy shit.Oh God. Oh God. I’m fuckingcoming. Oh Christ.”
His cock jerks as we both fall onto the bed, and he climbs me like he can’t push in deep enough, burying me into the covers as the hottest groan rasps in my ear. He convulses and shudders over me, tremors bringing goosebumps out on my skin.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
As he grinds against me, an aftershock rolls through him, making him jerk, sweat sticking his chest to my back, the sheer size of him crushing me down. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to lie here forever under him and be unable to breathe.
He turns his head and nuzzles me, panting in my ear, licking and nibbling, rubbing his nose into my throat.Cats.
“Jesus, Liss.” A hot hand runs down my side as he lifts his weight off me. “You okay?” His hand works at where he tied my hands behind my back, loosening the knot and jerking the tights free.
I smile into the sheets, sucking in a breath. He’s still inside me, and I don’t want to lose him just yet.
“Come back down here,” I mumble.
He cocoons me with his big body, flush against my back. He’s still hard, and I wiggle my hips as he lets out a long groan, before sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
“Stop, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
* * *
When I wake in a dim half-light, he’s sprawled face down on the bed next to me. I take in the rounded curve of his butt, exposed by the white sheets halfway up his thighs, and I’m practically drooling. I can’t believe what we did last night, what he said to me, how different it is toshare a queen bed.He’s a sprawler!I sit and lean over, kissing him at the base of his spine and up each vertebra to the curls on the back of his neck. Then I give in to temptation and run my hand over his ass, and lower between his legs.
“If I’d been lying on my back, I’m thinking I might have liked this wakeup more,” he mumbles into his pillow. “Not that this isn’t pretty sensational in its own right.”
I want him in my mouth. This one night in Africa, with the sound of the bush all around us, I knelt and pushed his knees apart, unbuttoning him. A hungry expression overtook his face when he realized what I was doing, and the groan he made when I put my mouth on him was unreal. My breath stalls. Have I really only had the opportunity to do thisoncebefore?
He shifts and rolls over, and I eye his impressive erection, ghosting my index finger up the underside, concentrating on the sensitive area under the head. He adjusts his hips, and I grin at him, leaning forward to lick the tip.
“Oh God, that’s good,” he says, eyes fixed on my mouth on him. I suckle a little, and his pelvis lifts off the bed on a soft growl, so I pull back, blowing across the wet skin, and he groans, eyes closing.
“Don’t tease,” he says, voice tight.
My eyes widen.After what he did to me?I stretch up his body, kissing him on the lips and his hand invades my hair, holding me still as he plunders my mouth. When I draw back, his hand on my neck tightens.
“After last night, you expect menotto exact revenge?” I say.
He laughs at this, eyes softening. “You might be strong-willed and feisty, Liss, and I love it, but I’m calling the shots in bed.”
My eyes flick between his. There’s no amusement in his gaze. Sure enough, he was dominant the few times we found a private corner in Africa, but last night took it to a whole new level.What do I want here?
“You like that?” I ask.
“We can have some ground rules, but yeah, I want to be in charge. Of your pleasure and mine.”
His jaw juts out, eyes narrowing. But he looks nervous too, like he’s not confident that I’ll take this the right way, and my heart flips.
“Are you saying I can just lie back and enjoy myself?” I joke, and the tightness around his eyes disappears as he laughs.
“I might want to torment you a little,” he says, voice rough, and it takes me straight back to how much he got off on it.
