wrist to his mouth, he murmured against her skin, “I don’t get why, but okay.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed and in the depths of her eyes he saw a glimpse of something that made him want to scream. Made him want to break something. Tear something apart.
Stark, naked pain.
“I can’t take it off, Marc,” she said quietly. “Don’t try again, okay?”
Nodding, he pulled her against him. “Okay.” He wasn’t about to lie and say he understood, and one thing was damn clear…the next time they were together, he wasn’t going to back off quite so easily. And there was going to be a next time, if he had anything to say about it. And another. Another.
But for now…
Catching her hands, he lifted them to his shirt. “Take off mine, then,” he told her.
They said nothing else as she stripped away his shirt, although she left it hanging open as she undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers. Then she went to push his shirt off his shoulders and her breath hitched in her throat. White teeth caught the swell of her lip as she reached up and touched the silver hoop he had through his right nipple. Her pupils spiked and she swayed closer.
“I’m still dressed,” he rasped, reaching up and fisting his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck.
She closed her eyes, shuddered. Her shoulders rose, fell, and then she lifted her lashes, stared him in the eye as she finished pushing his shirt off. As she did, though, she leaned in, caught his nipple in her mouth, tugging on the hoop. Heat hurtled through him, straight from where her mouth touched to his balls. As she went to her knees in front of him, her hands catching the waistband of his trousers and the boxer briefs he wore, Marc sucked in a ragged breath.
Staring at her, on her knees in front of him, the black shirt she wore still hiding too much of her from him, he helped kick the rest of his clothes away and stood there, waiting to see what she’d do.
She just stayed there.
Slowly, he reached out, closed his hand around the aching flesh of his cock, stroked. Her breath caught. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She tipped her head, her eyes darting from his face to his cock. Each time her gaze dropped, it lingered longer. Longer. He continued to stroke himself, watching her face, and when she licked her lips, he swore, pressed his thumb to the lower one. “I want your mouth on me.”
Chaili shuddered and lifted herself higher, her mouth open.
Aw…his eyes closed at the first touch. There was no hesitation in her, no shyness. As she swayed against him, soft little humming sounds vibrated out of her throat and even that was a brutal pleasure against his senses. Fisting his hands in her hair, he cupped her head, opened his eyes to watch her.
Her mouth stretched open wide to take him, deep…then shallow.
And she was watching him. Shooting looks up at him every now and then, as though she just had to see how she was affecting him. The muscles in his thighs tensed and his balls were on fire—but he wasn’t going to come. Not yet. This was too fucking good—
Snarling, he caught her hair in his hand, stilling her movements. “Get up,” he ordered, but he didn’t wait. He caught her arms, dragged her up against him and tumbled them both back onto the bed, shoving that stupid shirt up to her waist. “Ride me. I want to watch you this time.”
Should have turned on the damn lights.
The dim glow coming in from the bathroom, the hallway, just wasn’t enough, and although the moon was full, the silvery light that fell in to gild her skin and hair wasn’t enough, either.
He wanted to see all of her, and he wanted to see her in the full, bright light, learn every last curve of her. Learn every last taste. Every nuance and sigh…
But for now, this was pretty damn excellent he decided as she lifted up and closed her hand around him, guiding the head of his cock to her gate. Hot and tight, she closed around him like a glove, sinking down on him slower,
Her throat worked as she swallowed and in the depths of her eyes he saw a glimpse of something that made him want to scream. Made him want to break something. Tear something apart.
Stark, naked pain.
“I can’t take it off, Marc,” she said quietly. “Don’t try again, okay?”
Nodding, he pulled her against him. “Okay.” He wasn’t about to lie and say he understood, and one thing was damn clear…the next time they were together, he wasn’t going to back off quite so easily. And there was going to be a next time, if he had anything to say about it. And another. Another.
But for now…
Catching her hands, he lifted them to his shirt. “Take off mine, then,” he told her.
They said nothing else as she stripped away his shirt, although she left it hanging open as she undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers. Then she went to push his shirt off his shoulders and her breath hitched in her throat. White teeth caught the swell of her lip as she reached up and touched the silver hoop he had through his right nipple. Her pupils spiked and she swayed closer.
“I’m still dressed,” he rasped, reaching up and fisting his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck.
She closed her eyes, shuddered. Her shoulders rose, fell, and then she lifted her lashes, stared him in the eye as she finished pushing his shirt off. As she did, though, she leaned in, caught his nipple in her mouth, tugging on the hoop. Heat hurtled through him, straight from where her mouth touched to his balls. As she went to her knees in front of him, her hands catching the waistband of his trousers and the boxer briefs he wore, Marc sucked in a ragged breath.
Staring at her, on her knees in front of him, the black shirt she wore still hiding too much of her from him, he helped kick the rest of his clothes away and stood there, waiting to see what she’d do.
She just stayed there.
Slowly, he reached out, closed his hand around the aching flesh of his cock, stroked. Her breath caught. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She tipped her head, her eyes darting from his face to his cock. Each time her gaze dropped, it lingered longer. Longer. He continued to stroke himself, watching her face, and when she licked her lips, he swore, pressed his thumb to the lower one. “I want your mouth on me.”
Chaili shuddered and lifted herself higher, her mouth open.
Aw…his eyes closed at the first touch. There was no hesitation in her, no shyness. As she swayed against him, soft little humming sounds vibrated out of her throat and even that was a brutal pleasure against his senses. Fisting his hands in her hair, he cupped her head, opened his eyes to watch her.
Her mouth stretched open wide to take him, deep…then shallow.
And she was watching him. Shooting looks up at him every now and then, as though she just had to see how she was affecting him. The muscles in his thighs tensed and his balls were on fire—but he wasn’t going to come. Not yet. This was too fucking good—
Snarling, he caught her hair in his hand, stilling her movements. “Get up,” he ordered, but he didn’t wait. He caught her arms, dragged her up against him and tumbled them both back onto the bed, shoving that stupid shirt up to her waist. “Ride me. I want to watch you this time.”
Should have turned on the damn lights.
The dim glow coming in from the bathroom, the hallway, just wasn’t enough, and although the moon was full, the silvery light that fell in to gild her skin and hair wasn’t enough, either.
He wanted to see all of her, and he wanted to see her in the full, bright light, learn every last curve of her. Learn every last taste. Every nuance and sigh…
But for now, this was pretty damn excellent he decided as she lifted up and closed her hand around him, guiding the head of his cock to her gate. Hot and tight, she closed around him like a glove, sinking down on him slower,
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