Chapter 19 #3
The insane need wasn’t just about our physical attraction, which was off the charts. This was about something that couldn’t be explained.
His tongue swept back and forth, the man devouring my mouth. But as soon as he’d carried me onto the rug, he pulled our lips free, both now gasping for breath.
He wasn’t in the mood to remain patient. This wasn’t about typical romance. This was another moment where passion took precedent. The beauty of the moment was that we didn’t need to be rushed.
Other than if he didn’t thrust his cock into my pussy soon, I would combust. Maybe he knew the condition I was in. After biting my lower lip while allowing me to hear an incredible growl rattling my bones, he dropped to his knees. Holy shit, in two seconds his mouth was on my aching pussy.
“Oh, fuck. Oh… Fuck.”
I was still gasping for air, close to hyperventilating as I threw my head back. This was insane. This was amazing. This was… Oh, God help me. His tongue was already drilling straight into my core. I was on fire, his fingers as they held me searing my skin.
My mind was instantly in a fog, my legs shaking to the point I wrapped both arms around his head to try to maintain some sense of balance.
There was nothing like the incredible feeling. Nothing on this earth anyway.
With every guttural sound he made, I envisioned us doing the nasty in the wild. Now that I knew he was a wolf, would our passion always be this explosive and carnal?
Hell, I prayed to God it would be.
He wasn’t planning on being gentle, his grip on my legs firm with fingertips digging into my skin. I couldn’t care less, the slice of discomfort everything I’d craved because he made me feel so damn alive.
His tongue was relentless and when he added a couple of fingers, plunging them in and out, my body started rocking. I lifted my head toward the ceiling while tangling my fingers in his hair. He was masterful and had me on the verge of climaxing within seconds.
Now I was panting like a crazed dog, half laughing because my pussy was suddenly very sensitive. I could swear the man knew my body so well, taking a full minute to lick and suck on my clit until I was rocking against him.
That was almost too much for my body to take. My legs were shaking, goosebumps everywhere. The rush of my pulse was insane, leaving me moaning with need. Did he have any clue what he was doing to me?
I continued raking my fingers through his hair, tugging and fisting until I was terrified I was about to pull a handful from the scalp.
He didn’t seem to care, his tongue continued to ravage me.
As I bucked against him, I could feel myself letting go.
I’d thought about him every night, dark and delicious fantasies that would make any woman blush.
His hold was even firmer, keeping me in position as I struggled simply because his tongue was that powerful.
This time as I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling, I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming. No one wanted to hear me crying like some banshee.
As the climax roared through me, I was certain I could no longer feel my toes. Even that didn’t matter. All that did was how me was lapping up every drop of cream, his tongue flicking at an ungodly speed.
He refused to stop, dragging me into yet another orgasm, this one sweeping through me with such ferocity I couldn’t hold back a series of sharp cries. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I wasn’t certain how long it took to calm down, but by the time I was breathing normally, Roy had pulled me onto my knees. I lazily threw my arms around his shoulders while he pressed his lips against mine, darting his tongue so I’d taste myself on his lips.
That was hot.
And sexy as hell.
So I tasted his lips while we both rolled our hands over each other. With remarkable strength, he eased me to the rug, taking his time doing so.
When I’d been gently placed into the plushness, he pulled his face away from mine. Whether he was trusting me with his wolf or showing me just how much control that he had over every aspect of himself, his eyes were similar to what I’d seen at the bar.
Still green but more luminous, as if looking into deep pools of emerald tinted glass. The gold was iridescent, haunted in a way that created even more intense need.
Those dimples were about to drive me crazy as they’d done at the swimming pool. He was so playful, mischievous in every way. When he smiled, he cocked his head in such a teasing way.
Just before he used his knee to spread my legs wide open, slowly settling over me.
I couldn’t stop breathing hard, licking my lips. There was something sinful about having the taste of my juice lingering on my tongue. Now I had the need to suck his cock. Later. Oh, definitely later.
He took several deep breaths while I finally had a chance to wrap my hand around his cock. I pumped a few times before he offered another growl.
“You best not tease me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Who said I want you to?”
With his eyes locking with mine, the smile remaining, he nodded just once before thrusting the entire length inside.