Chapter 14
His tongue slicked up the seam, but Windsor was still absorbing the heat of his palms on her legs that he had spread wide and the fact that he’d effortlessly torn her panties off her with a single jerk of his wrist.
But she couldn’t think about how hot that had been because his mouth closed over her, and her hips took on a life of their own, jerking upward and pressing herself into his mouth.
His hands shifted under her butt, and he lifted her even higher, like she was the cup from which he planned to drink all night.
His tongue slid between her lower lips, splitting them and circling her clit as it came higher.
Her first cry left her throat, and she absently hoped Marta had left the building because there was no way she was going to be able to keep quiet.
He sucked and licked and made a meal of her, like a man reveling in every single moment.
She screamed when he latched on to her clit at the same time as he slid a thick, long finger into her entrance.
“Oh my God!” Her orgasm caught her off guard, and there was no holding back.
He sucked as she came, and she didn’t know what to do except bury her fingers in his hair and yank him tighter against her.
It was … annihilation … in the most sensual and pleasurable way possible.
Windsor finally went limp against the bed. Bo lifted his head, wiped the back of his hand across his lips, and stared at her like a man possessed.
His attention was locked on her face, and the flutter within her turned into a full-blown tremor of need.
“Please.”
He gripped her hips and tugged her toward him, then dropped his face to press a kiss between her breasts before his hands cupped them. He sampled first one nipple and then the other as her hips bucked against him, seeking the heat and hardness between his legs.
He finally made his way to her mouth, and she went wild.
Windsor’s hands gripped his head as he kissed her with the taste of her sweet pussy on his lips.
He was addicted. He wanted to keep his face buried between her legs for the rest of his life, but her breathless please had nearly undone him.
She lifted her hips into his, and he shifted to slide his cock against her. He knew when it glided over her clit because she froze, then kissed him even harder.
She was frantic as she clung to him, grinding and begging for more with her body.
“Please,” she said against his lips. “Don’t make me wait.”
How could he? What the lady wants … the lady is going to get.
He freed one of his hands to memorize the curves of her body before he gripped his shaft and nudged the head against her opening.
She bucked against him, trying to force him inside.
It was possibly the most gratifying moment of his life.
He slid in an inch, and her inner muscles clamped down on him, greedy for more.
Fuck. His balls jumped.
He was going to do his best to make this the greatest, most unforgettable night of her life.
And with that thought, he slid inside, inch by inch, loving the feeling of stretching the tight, hot grip of her sheath.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” Windsor’s hands gripped his shoulders as he paused before sending it all the way home.
“Oh God!” she screamed and clamped down, strangling his cock as the muscles of her body tensed … and then she lost it.