“Untie me, Tiago. Let me go. Right now!” She jerked her head, the only thing she could move. “I don’t want this.”
“I know you don’t. But I promise, before I finish tonight, you’ll experience pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt.” He was nothing if not thorough.
“The only thing I’ll feel is the seething, poisonous, undying desire to castrate you with my bare hands.”
“That’s your fear talking. You know I’m right, and the thought of enjoying sex with someone like me scares you more than anything.”
“I’m not scared.” She sawed her teeth together and roared, “I’m fucking pissed!”
He was going to fuck that temper out of her with only his tongue. It would take a while, possibly hours to thaw her enough to climax. Christ, it had been a long damn time since he put his mouth on a woman. But he had all night to relearn.
Settling in on his chest, he wrapped his hands around her thighs, trapping her legs on either side of her torso.
She went crazy trying to break the position, but he was bigger, stronger, and more determined.
“Be still.” He nipped her thigh. “You’ll wear yourself out before I get started.”
“Fuck you, you miserable piece of—”
He buried his face in her pussy and stole the breath from her voice.
Her back arched as drugging sips of honey flooded his mouth. Her taste, her velvety warmth, the frantic rush of her gasps—she became his entire existence.
Carnal need took over, pulsing through his veins and turning him into a mindless starving animal.
His tongue delved into her depths, curling, licking, and moving on its own. He couldn’t control his aggression, and she was too tense to enjoy it, fighting and spitting through every second of it.
She would continue to fight until he drove her to exhaustion. Only then would her anger retreat long enough to free the sexual energy that buzzed beneath her skin.
Eventually, he reined himself in and eased into a pace he could maintain for as long as it took.
Teasing a finger around the entrance of her cunt, he marveled at her silky heat. It felt unreal. Impossible.
He hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t even allowed himself to fantasize about it. Yet here she was, every inch of her beauty exposed beneath him, legs spread wide, with the intoxicating scent of her sex in his lungs. It wasn’t just a new feeling. It was monumental and absolutely necessary.
He had to physically restrain himself from plunging in and decimating the depths of her body. “How often do you fuck yourself?”
“Rot in hell.”
He caught her clit between his finger and thumb and squeezed until she screamed. “Answer me, and be specific.”
“I…I used to do it all the time. Every night. Before you took me.”
“Did you put things inside you? Toys? Your fingers? I don’t want to hurt you more than necessary.”
“Oh, is that right?” Her tone grated with resentment and hostility. “You want to force yourself on me the non-painful way? Instead of the fun, bind-and-torture-because-it-makes-you-feel-like-God way that rapists luxuriate in?”
He pinched the swollen nub harder.
She jerked beneath him, unable to escape the pain. “Jeeeesus, stop! Fuck! I use a dildo. My fingers. Whatever. Just… Please, stop!”
Good, so there was no hymen to tear.
He released her. “You come that way?”
“Yes.”
Thank fuck. He didn’t have the know-how or finesse to teach a virgin how to orgasm.
Snugging closer into the juncture of her legs, he lightly stroked her inner lips with his tongue, around and around, following the edge of her opening without penetrating.
She was wet with his spit, not with arousal. Using his mouth, he lubricated a finger. Then he kissed her cunt again, deeply, voraciously, leaving enough slickness to slide a digit into the hot, sucking glove of her body.
As he slowly pushed in to the last knuckle, he groaned at the inconceivable tightness, the heat, while battling the overwhelming instinct to climb on top of her and rut like a raging beast.
Her pussy quivered and shuddered against his mouth and hand. Her breathing accelerated. The lobes of her ears turned pink, and far quicker than he expected, her cream began to soak his finger.
Her brain didn’t want this, but her libido was powering up, humming to come undone.
He teased her with one finger, then two, determined to send her over the edge before he fucked her. The firmness of his purpose pulsated between his legs, hot and swollen, so damn stiff and trapped at a painful angle against the mattress.
The steady stream of her gasps wove through the room, spurring his tongue deeper as he focused on her pleasure. His teeth scraped in his urgency, and he fell into a zone, lost in her addictive beauty, the sublime fragrance of her skin, and the breathy sounds of her cries.
He ate her for so long his mouth became one with her body, sealed to her delicate, delicious heat. He’d never been so blindsided by desire, so overcome by the need to lick every crease, kiss every curve, and plumb every hole. Her pussy, her ass, no inch between her legs was neglected by his tongue. He couldn’t get enough.