Chapter 8 #3
I kiss a path back along her inner thighs, the sweet scent of her filling my head. Her pulse flutters erratically under my fingers where I hold her wrists to the mattress, her nails scratching at my skin in a bid to hurry my efforts.
When she wraps her legs around my shoulders, I let out a soft laugh, licking her everywhere but where she needs me. The tortured mewl that fills the room nearly sends me over the edge. I reward her with a gentle lick straight to her clit. Her sweet scream is perfect.
Winnie’s moans are my soundtrack as I eat her gently, worshipping her at a pace I know she hates but that gives her enough pleasure to edge her over and over without letting her come.
Those nails embed into my flesh with every round, digging crescent-moon shapes into my forearms as she raises her hips to meet my mouth.
I draw back the moment she gushes, giving her time to catch her breath before I dive back in.
And do it all over again.
Only when she finally sinks into the mattress, unable to meet my tongue with her blazing brand of energy, do I let her find that peak and tip over the edge.
And her broken scream, so soft and shattered, is all the more stunning for it.
I stroke her entrance with my finger, her flesh trembling as I slide the tip in. “How long, Winnie?” I murmur, pushing past the first knuckle.
Her gasp is my answer, and I figure the rest out as she clamps down on me. I work her slowly, letting the pleasure of the last orgasm build, but don’t tease her this time.
I just let it hit.
But I won’t let it stop.
Arching over her, I cup the back of her neck and plunge my finger into her soaked pussy, strumming her swollen clit as I work her hard.
Her body opens for me, ripe and ready, as her thighs clench my arm.
The screams that were so pretty before are replaced with wails.
Heat envelops my hand. Her hips rise, and then liquid gushes over my fingers, coating me to the wrist even though I’ve only had one finger inside her.
“Christ, Winnie. Did you just squirt for me?” I kiss her deeply, still stroking her swollen flesh.
“West, I’ve never—” She tosses her head as her hips roll forward.
I watch in fascination as one orgasm sweeps into the next, their power growing until Winnie hunches forward over my arm.
Her thighs clench hard. I catch her as she cries out, lying on her back as I brace my knees between her spread legs.
The condom rolls over my cock, and I fist my length hard to remind myself that this is for her, first.
The moment I plunge into her heat, my willpower flitters away.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, leaning down to catch Winnie’s mouth in a soft kiss. She’s chanting something I can’t interpret as I push slowly all the way inside her. “You’re perfection.”
Just as I’ve always imagined her to be.
That’s the thing about finding out that something is taboo—being forbidden makes it all that much more desirable. The moment that I wasn’t allowed to touch Winnie was the moment I wanted her more than anything.
I spread her legs wider with one hand on her soft inner thigh, settling over her luxurious curves, and let myself slide balls-deep.
“West,” Winnie breathes hard. “I need you to move.”
“Fuck.” I scramble out of my daydream, bracing my forearms over her head to take my weight. “Where am I hurting you?” I check over her body, keeping myself above her, and withdraw.
Her legs clamp around my waist, pulling me back. “No, I need you to move,” she murmurs. “Make me come again like you did before and I’m yours forever.”
My heart slams into my chest and I swear it stops for a handful of beats.
“You can’t say things like that to a man,” I grate out before our mouths crash together.
Luminous blue eyes pierce me as I sink deeper into her and then withdraw, holding her fierce gaze the entire time.
Her nails trace tracks along my shoulders as I plunge back into her, setting a pace that’s devastating to us both.
Winnie presses those soft lips to my throat, muting her cries into my skin.
This time, when she comes, her shivers start low and work their way along her limbs.
When her pussy flutters around me, I’m beyond done.
That same sensation that began low in my spine works its way forward.
I groan her name, low and raw, into her mouth as I spill my seed into the latex covering, wishing I’m filling her and marking her as mine.
Her pussy clamps around my cock, milking me to the last drop. I open my mouth to claim her, but she beats me to it.
“Mine,” she whispers.
And I fall.
I lick the sweat pooled in the crook of her neck, trying to regulate my pulse. “Hell, girl. If you’re gonna do that to a man, don’t expect him to be able to get up and make you breakfast.”
Winnie stretches beneath me, or at least I think she does. Her arms and legs fold around me tight. “I have you. What the hell do I need food for?”
A deep laugh rumbles free from my chest. “I love the way you think.”
I love you.
My confession sticks in my throat as I draw back far enough to see her eyes. Then my mouth is on hers, silencing her sass for a while as our heartbeats race in tandem again.