Chapter Six #3
When his tongue touches my clit, I levitate.
There's no other word for it. It's not just that it feels amazing.
It's the sound he makes, like he's been waiting a lifetime to taste me.
And it's the way he immediately buries his face in my center.
It's the way he loses control, snarling like a wild beast. It's the way he grunts praise between licks, too.
"That's it, baby. Cry for me just like that." His tongue circles my clit. "Goddamn, Cara. You're doing so fucking good for me, gorgeous. Keep soaking my face. Christ, yeah, just like that."
I choke on his name, clinging to the door for dear life. "Phoenix. Oh, my god. I…I…"
"You're going to come all over me, aren't you?" he groans. "Fuck, I want to feel it on my tongue. Give it to me, baby." He stiffens his tongue, fucking me with it, and I lose it.
I wail his name, my thighs clamping around his head as I come apart at the seams. Waves of ecstasy rip through me, unmaking me from the inside out. I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is cling to the door and sob his name.
When I come back down, he's holding me, his lips at my crown, his arms around me. I feel his cock against my clit, and whimper, grinding down.
"Fuck, Cara," he breathes, his whole body shuddering. "You better stop that if you don't want me inside you right now. I still taste you on my tongue, and I'm ready to lose it."
"Maybe that's exactly what I want you to do," I whisper before doing it again.
He growls, his hands clamping down on me. He lifts his head, his wild eyes meeting mine. "You want to feel me inside you, gorgeous? Right here, right now?"
"Yes," I whisper, my heart in my throat.
I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than I want this man inside me, right here, right now.
We passed the point of no return days ago.
I've just been deluding myself, trying to pretend that I'm not falling for him.
It's a lie, though. I am falling. Every damn time I see him, I fall a little harder. "Get in me, Phoenix. Please."
He groans again, a storm of indecision in his eyes, as if he's at war with himself. And I love that he wants to do this the right way, that he cares enough to think there is a right way here. But this is the right way, at least for us.
"I need you," I whimper, grinding against him again. "Please."
I see the moment he loses the battle for control with himself.
His expression twists, indecision giving way to powerful desire.
I feel it too. His hands tighten on me, lifting me up slightly.
His eyes darken, his cheeks flushing. A growl rumbles deep in his chest, and then he's jerking his sweats down.
"Yes," I moan when I feel the burning heat of his cock against me. He's so damn big, so perfect. I writhe, wanting him everywhere. "God, yes."
"Fuck." He tries to still me, but I'm past that point.
I think he realizes it, too. Because after a second, he gives up and lets me go, his eyes locked on my face.
"Christ, look at you." He buries his face in my throat, nipping my skin.
"You look gorgeous, taking what you need from me, Cara.
Writhe all over me, baby. Get me nice and wet. "
"Get inside me," I pant, my hips still moving. Every time the head of his cock nudges my clit, I feel it everywhere, like a tiny jolt to my nervous system.
I'm already on the edge when he notches his cock at my entrance, freezing for a moment. His eyes meet mine again, as if he's looking for any hesitation or doubt.
I tighten my grip on his shoulders and sink down, taking him inside.
"Fuck," he growls. He doesn't try to stop me, though. Instead, he just watches me with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, panting wildly. He looks more alive than I've ever seen him, all fire and sin. "Keep going. Take all of me, gorgeous."
I'm trying, but he's so fucking big. I'm already stretched to capacity, and so full I want to die. He feels like heaven inside me.
I sink lower and then lower. By the time he's all the way inside, I'm panting for breath, and ready to come apart at the seams.
So is he. He's vibrating, trying like hell to hold it together.
Watching him lose the battle is beautiful.
He groans my name, his eyes falling closed. And then I feel a flood of wetness between my legs. I clench around him, whimpering.
"Phoenix, did you—?"
"Come already?" He cracks one eye open, peering at me. "Fuck yeah, baby. You feel too good wrapped around me." His hands clamp around my hips, lifting me up before he drops me. "And I'm going to do it again."
"A-again?" I gape at him, startled. "You can do that?"
"Apparently so." His devilish smirk has my heart fluttering. "Ready to find out?"
"I… yes."
"Good girl." He brushes his lips across my temple before pinning me against the door. "Christ, Cara. You feel so fucking good."
"So do you," I moan, wrapped around him like a freaking Koala. My fingers drift through his hair and then brush the edge of the bruise on his cheek. "Phoenix, I—"
He immediately grabs my hand, pinning it above my head before thrusting into me again. Whatever I was going to say gets lost. I think I get lost. All I feel is him inside me, his weight pressing against me, his lips at my ear.
"Work your hips, gorgeous. Before I fuck you through the front door," he groans, slamming into me hard enough to rattle the heavy wood. I cry out, clenching around him.
I try to work my hips, but he's a force of nature inside me, moving like a storm. Every thrust rattles the door, shaking loose another cry of ecstasy from somewhere deep inside my chest. I claw at his shoulders, at his back, and just try to hang on for the ride.
Eventually, he peels me away from the door, stumbling across the living room. We fall in a heap onto a wide chaise, with him below me.
He doesn't even break rhythm as he rips my dress off over my head, staring up at me like he's in awe.
"Jesus, baby. Look at you," he groans, leaning forward to run his lips across my shoulder.
He doesn't stop there. He kisses everywhere he can reach, fumbling with the clasp on my bra to drag it off.
I claw at his shirt, trying to get it off him. He leans back just long enough to rip it off over his head before he's back, his lips wrapping around one hard nipple, my ass meeting his thighs with a stinging smack.
I come hard, my entire body losing power. But he just keeps going, rolling us until I'm beneath him, sprawled across the chaise on my back. He's a god above me, fucking me like he's never going to stop.
I come again, shattering into pieces.
"I know, baby. I know," he groans. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
I just sob his name, unable to say anything else. I'm not even sure I know the words at this point. He's wringing me out.
"God, look at you." He dips his head, kissing me again. "You're so fucking pretty when you're coming for me."
"Please," I gasp, not sure I can do it again.
"One more. Give me one more."
I can't. I know I can't.
"Just one more," he begs, rocking into me again.
I cling to him, already falling over the edge again. He growls when he feels it, burying his face in my throat. His whole body locks up tight, my name whispering from his lips. And then he shudders, his cock pulsing as he comes with me.
I shiver beneath him, clinging to his shoulders and sobbing his name. I can't stop myself. Every nerve ending is singing. Every muscle is a puddle.
This is ecstasy.