wrist and trailed the fingers of that hand down the underside of her arm.
A thrill rippled through her, and her nipples responded.
He made his way leisurely to her breast and circled her aureola with the barest tip of one finger, petting the stiffened peak, circling it, too, and focusing every ounce of her unsatisfied lust on that single point until she could barely bit back a moan.
Slowly he bent to her, and she nearly cried out at the anticipated relief of his mouth suckling her…
Instead, he detoured and ran his tongue over the same path, inside of wrist, over the tender crease of her elbow…beneath her arm, pausing to suckle at her underarm
She nearly came off the floor at the powerful punch of that.
He had the nerve to chuckle. Then he blew a soft breath over the dampness left by his tongue…slowly, slowly moving back toward her wrist. He lifted her unresisting free hand and sucked her thumb inside his hot mouth.
She felt the tug of it deep in her belly.
He did the same to each finger, drawing it deep, encasing it in the wet warmth, dragging his teeth lightly over her fingers, one by one…then lavishly licking his way into her palm until her every nerve ending echoed its ecstasy low in her body.
Then he wove his fingers into hers, palm to palm and clasped their hands together in a gesture that spoke of so much more than lust that for a second her eyes went wet, and she had to close them against what he was making her feel.
Then he mirrored every move with her other hand…down her arm, pausing at every vulnerable spot on the road to the second nipple that was crying out for his attention…
All the while holding her hand as though they were one.
"Don't…" she whispered so softly even she could barely hear it, eyes closed against what she might see on his face. You'll destroy me .
But he only bent and pressed a kiss to each eyelid, to her forehead and her nose, to each cheekbone and her chin…all the while skirting around the mouth that was parting, begging for succor.
Instead he nibbled his way along her jaw, fastened his teeth on her earlobe, then swirled inside the spiral…
She writhed beneath him, but still he held her down with his weight, though when he bent forward, she could feel the heavy weight of his manhood on her belly and knew he was aching as much as she.
But he took his sweet time just beneath each ear…over her throat…kissing his way across her collarbone and nipping—only once—at the exquisitely sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder.
Making her cry out with her need of him.
"Shh…" he soothed. And kept going, scooting himself back so he could use his mouth over her ribs and down the valley between her breasts—
Never once touching the parts of her that so desperately needed him.
That would bring this to a fast resolution.
Oh, no. Instead, he kissed her waist, her hips, the slope of her belly just above…
"Sam…" Louder this time. Desperate.
But he only held their clasped hands at her sides and tortured his way down the outside of her thighs, her calves…her feet.
Then he worked his way back up the inside, his hair brushing her between the legs he held closed, though his hard cock trailed up her skin like a brand.
Then he finally let go of her hands.
And turned her over.
Then began the torture again.
Licking her nape, outlining her shoulder blades with his tongue, licking and kissing his way down her spine.
Until he reached her bottom.
She felt the rush of his hard exhale, the tender caressing of the globes…the kiss he placed just above the puckered hole.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I lost it and I hurt you."
She wanted to make him suffer in some way—
Because he was killing her now.
But his remorse was so sincere that she couldn't. "You didn't. I'm okay. I like it rough."
"No." His hair brushed her as he shook his head. "You protect yourself by encouraging rough sex, but you deserve more, Dani."
I don't. I never have . Still he
A thrill rippled through her, and her nipples responded.
He made his way leisurely to her breast and circled her aureola with the barest tip of one finger, petting the stiffened peak, circling it, too, and focusing every ounce of her unsatisfied lust on that single point until she could barely bit back a moan.
Slowly he bent to her, and she nearly cried out at the anticipated relief of his mouth suckling her…
Instead, he detoured and ran his tongue over the same path, inside of wrist, over the tender crease of her elbow…beneath her arm, pausing to suckle at her underarm
She nearly came off the floor at the powerful punch of that.
He had the nerve to chuckle. Then he blew a soft breath over the dampness left by his tongue…slowly, slowly moving back toward her wrist. He lifted her unresisting free hand and sucked her thumb inside his hot mouth.
She felt the tug of it deep in her belly.
He did the same to each finger, drawing it deep, encasing it in the wet warmth, dragging his teeth lightly over her fingers, one by one…then lavishly licking his way into her palm until her every nerve ending echoed its ecstasy low in her body.
Then he wove his fingers into hers, palm to palm and clasped their hands together in a gesture that spoke of so much more than lust that for a second her eyes went wet, and she had to close them against what he was making her feel.
Then he mirrored every move with her other hand…down her arm, pausing at every vulnerable spot on the road to the second nipple that was crying out for his attention…
All the while holding her hand as though they were one.
"Don't…" she whispered so softly even she could barely hear it, eyes closed against what she might see on his face. You'll destroy me .
But he only bent and pressed a kiss to each eyelid, to her forehead and her nose, to each cheekbone and her chin…all the while skirting around the mouth that was parting, begging for succor.
Instead he nibbled his way along her jaw, fastened his teeth on her earlobe, then swirled inside the spiral…
She writhed beneath him, but still he held her down with his weight, though when he bent forward, she could feel the heavy weight of his manhood on her belly and knew he was aching as much as she.
But he took his sweet time just beneath each ear…over her throat…kissing his way across her collarbone and nipping—only once—at the exquisitely sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder.
Making her cry out with her need of him.
"Shh…" he soothed. And kept going, scooting himself back so he could use his mouth over her ribs and down the valley between her breasts—
Never once touching the parts of her that so desperately needed him.
That would bring this to a fast resolution.
Oh, no. Instead, he kissed her waist, her hips, the slope of her belly just above…
"Sam…" Louder this time. Desperate.
But he only held their clasped hands at her sides and tortured his way down the outside of her thighs, her calves…her feet.
Then he worked his way back up the inside, his hair brushing her between the legs he held closed, though his hard cock trailed up her skin like a brand.
Then he finally let go of her hands.
And turned her over.
Then began the torture again.
Licking her nape, outlining her shoulder blades with his tongue, licking and kissing his way down her spine.
Until he reached her bottom.
She felt the rush of his hard exhale, the tender caressing of the globes…the kiss he placed just above the puckered hole.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I lost it and I hurt you."
She wanted to make him suffer in some way—
Because he was killing her now.
But his remorse was so sincere that she couldn't. "You didn't. I'm okay. I like it rough."
"No." His hair brushed her as he shook his head. "You protect yourself by encouraging rough sex, but you deserve more, Dani."
I don't. I never have . Still he
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