Chapter 6
Sully’s hands cup my face. His ocean eyes are full of fervor.
It’s like being trapped in a dreamscape and I never want to escape.
I nip at his lower lip while tugging on the bottom of his shirt.
He groans and takes the shirt off in one solid motion.
My eyes feast upon his perfectly sculpted and tan chest, noting a small patch of hair between his pecs leading to the firm v that dips into his boxers.
His hands slide to my sides, fingers pressing gently into my ribs, pulling me closer. A sharp wince escapes me as pain flares through my body, and I can’t hold back a hiss. He immediately freezes, his gaze searching my face, concern clouding his eyes. “What’s wrong, Engel?”
“You touched a fresh bruise.” I run my hands over my arms. “At the concert, people kept pushing me into the metal railing. I’m bruised all over.”
“That’s horrible.” He kisses my arm tenderly. “Wherever you hurt, I’ll kiss.” Goosebumps rise on my skin as his lips pepper my throat and shoulders with gentle kisses.
We roll over. I’m sitting on top of him with my legs resting against his sides as I toss my shirt carelessly.
It collides with a lamp and I barely register the noise the lamp makes as it crashes against the wall.
He rubs his cheek against mine and his scruff tickles.
His fingers sink into my lower back as his thumbs find the perfect place on my hips as if they always belonged there, holding me firmly against his broad chest.
There’s a loud thud outside the door like something heavy fell. I jump at the sound. Sully tightens his large hands around my waist, pulling me back under his spell. “You’re safe. I promise, Schatz.”
His hips move a little and I’m acutely aware of how few clothes are between us. My thigh can feel how big he is. How much he wants me.
His hand wraps around my long hair as he pulls my head down to kiss my lips. It’s out of hunger, a desperate need to taste each other. To devour. Our tongues tangle. He tastes like champagne and strawberries.
For a fraction of a second, we pause to catch our breath.
My eyes lock with his, dark with desire.
Our chests rise and fall rapidly, the air thick with tension.
His nose brushes against my cheekbone as he whispers, “Can I be inside you?” His words send chills rushing down my spine, melting my heart into jelly.
My body falls onto the mattress. All thought of the pain from my bruises gone.
I shimmy my butt to sit up more onto the pillows.
Sully hovers over me, his knee nudges my legs to open wider, while his hands are planted on either side of my chest. His mouth is only an inch away from mine as he awaits my answer.
“Yes,” I purr, licking my bee-stung lips. I’m hungry for more of his touch; I need to feel every inch of his body against mine.
A wolfish groan rips from his mouth as his fingers touch under my chin, lifting it up gently to drop a quick kiss before his mouth travels down, kissing each freckle on my right arm leading to my collarbone until finally his lips meet the top of my cleavage.
Long, calloused fingers trace the hem of my lacy bra toward the back clasp.
Each unhook makes my breath hitch and my nipples throb.
My back arches as my hips rub against his.
I don’t think I have ever been this excited before, this wet.
My bra swiftly disappears, and his eyes lock on my breasts.
He teases my left nipple between his fingers, the rosy bud peaks tightly.
His other hand works my right nipple, until they are both hard pebbles, pulsing for more attention.
I choke back a moan. Dark blue eyes cut into me.
This man knows what he’s doing. He’s slowly unraveling me, and he loves it.
The desire in his eyes tells me he wants to devour me.
Our lips crash together as his hands unzip my jeans and roughly tug them down my thighs. I kick the pants off and shove them to the floor with my foot.
“Another bruise.” He kisses my thigh as his thumb gently circles the skin beside the delicate spot.
“What pain you went through just so I could see you.” He kisses my right breast as his fingers twist my left nipple a little harder, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit.
Every nerve is on fire. I need him. “Thank you,” he says, moving to lick the nipple he’s been toying with. Until it’s raw and throbbing.
“For what?” I gasp, heat swirling through me, deep and consuming, making me ache with anticipation.
Sully hooks his fingers in my soaked panties and teasingly drags them over my hips. I eagerly wiggle them down my legs and kick them to the side.
He grabs my ass and pulls me down the bed, nibbling at my thighs as he pushes them farther apart. Then he locks his gaze with mine. “For being at the foot of the stage so I could see your gorgeous smile. For being at the back of the venue so I could touch your delicious skin. For being here…”
His fingers rub circles over my swollen and aching clit.
He smirks while moving his fingers around my opening.
“You’re already so wet.” He uses his thumb to make the circles faster and harder.
My hips buck in response. His fingers between my legs are enough for my clit to throb harder than I have ever experienced before.
I can feel my orgasm building, teasing me, as my vision blurs around the edges.
I bite the back of my hand to keep my moan at bay and brush a hand over my aching breast.
“We have all night.” He smiles, and his dimple is almost my undoing as he dips two fingers inside me, stretching me as he continues to stroke my clit. I let out a soft groan as his hard cock twitches against my thigh. Between my legs aches to have him inside me.
My legs lock around his neck as his tongue replaces his fingers, swirling around my clit and making me see stars. When his tongue enters me, I moan and bite my lip. I’m so close to heaven, but as soon as I reach it, he stops. He’s gradually killing me with every touch.
Sully moves his head to watch me with hooded eyes as he sinks three fingers into me. As they move in and out, I feel the most stretched I’ve been in years and it’s about to tip me over the edge.
“Not fair,” I mumble, forcing myself to sit up using my elbows. I reach forward and stroke him through his boxers. He’s hard and bigger than before.
He chuckles and slowly slips his fingers out of me. He teasingly licks the juices off them. It makes me want to kiss him. He rips his boxers off and releases his huge dick. It spills into my outstretched hand. Concern tugs at my stomach seeing how big he is. Will he even fit?
I force the thoughts away as I caress the head of his cock. It already has pre-cum coating it. He grunts as my fingers work his shaft, tracing a thick vein with my thumb.
“Schatz, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.
” His accent is thicker when he’s on edge.
Desire darkens his eyes, and I can’t help but pump him.
I want to see him lose control like I did.
He growls, grabbing me by the waist, and gently pushes me onto my back.
He places a knee between my legs, towering over me, and exposes my core.
“The first time I come will be inside you,” he says. He licks my breast; my nipple is painfully hard. He wants to drive me wild with need as his hands remain at my sides. He sinks his teeth into my other nipple before moving toward my collarbone. All my nerves are on the verge of exploding.
I lean my head back, giving him access to suck on my neck. With my left hand, I stroke his dick and eagerly guide it toward my entrance.
“Wait,” he says, taking my wrist and stopping me. We lock eyes. He grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer.
“Oops…” I mumble, embarrassed. How could I be so careless? This man is making me reckless.
I can’t take my eyes off his dick as he slides on the condom. Everything inside me crackles with electricity and anticipation.
The room sways around me, thick with heat and tension.
His lips claim mine, and then he enters me with an intensity that steals my breath.
I shift a little to make room for him, feeling the pressure as he presses against my thighs, widening me just enough.
For a moment, it’s a sharp discomfort, but then he slips fully inside me in one smooth motion.
He slides into place, like I was made for him, only him.
The overwhelming feeling of fullness intoxicates me, leaving me dizzy with desire.
His hips start rocking, going deeper and deeper. He fills me up, all the way to the hilt.
“You’re perfect, Schatz,” he moans, licking at my nipple as his fingers twist the other.
My fingernails dig into his back as he quickens his pace, pushing deeper and faster. My orgasm builds, pleasure flooding my veins in warm, liquid waves. I gasp his name over and over, like a desperate prayer.
I love this. Us. It’s perfect. It’s mind-fucking amazing!
Colors flash behind my closed eyelids as I fly high. A blur of watercolor, of bliss, unimagined. Never before experienced. My body shudders as my breaths turn into heaves. My heart races, trying to break free of my chest.
Sully makes a deep, tortured noise as he continues to thrust, faster and harder, like a man out of control.
His body shakes violently as he comes, spilling inside the condom.
I feel the rush of warmth inside me. He groans and bites my collarbone, but I feel no pain as I’m still riding out my orgasm.
He throws the used condom into a little trash can beside the bed before he collapses next to me, his arms wrapped around my naked body.
The room smells of sex, mint, and him. For a moment, the only sounds are my thundering heart and our sharp breaths in a quiet space.
The things we could do in this room. I never want to leave.
Sully smiles, tracing his thumb along my jawbone. He holds me close, and all I can think is this must be a dream because it’s too perfect to be real.