Scandalizing, wicked, the words sent a pulse of pleasure to clench at the inner muscles and the swollen bud of her clit. Her juices spilled from her, rushing over his fingers to saturate them with slick heat.
Each stroke worked inside her, used the natural lubrication to press deeper, to stretch her with his caresses. The pleasure-pain of each impalement had her body stretching, tightening around his incredibly satisfying stroking fingers.
His fingers pulled back, nearly releasing from her intimate depths and pulling a mewling cry of protest from her. He couldn’t stop yet. Waves of a nearing climax were building in her, pounding at her clit, making her crazy for the addictive pleasure of the release he could give her.
His lips settled at the bend of her neck and shoulder, the rasp of his short beard pulling a moan from her lips. His lips kissed the flesh there gently, taking a lazy, sensual taste of her as her breath caught in her chest.
Then a harsh, desperate cry tore from her lips.
His fingers thrust inside her, stretching her with wicked pleasure as his teeth gripped the surprisingly sensitive tendon beneath his lips and bit her with hungry demand.
She came.
That fast, wailing with the pleasure as her body tightened, jerked, then dissolved around his fingers in a rush of fiery heat.
Prolonging the excruciating pleasure with each fierce thrust inside the gripping tissue, he gave little mercy, holding her on the peak of release until she was shuddering with it. Ecstasy pummeled her in remorseless waves as sensual shudders clenched her muscles, locking her in place against him until he allowed the tremors to ease, allowed her to find her breath.
She was only barely aware of his movements. The release of his jeans, her awareness that he was quickly rolling a condom over the length of his cock.
Oh god, she couldn’t come again. She was wasted, her pussy weak from the spasms still echoing through it.
But as soon as the clenching, ecstatic pulses of release eased moments later, she was suddenly thrown into a catastrophic race back into the flames.
Lifting her, Graham impaled her on the iron-hard length of the erection he’d released from his jeans. The heavy, fiery penetration was a shock to the senses, a pleasure bordering on agony as the chaotic, sensual storm began swirling through her again.
“Oh god, Graham.” The inner flesh shuddered around the girth impaling her.
Her heated, slick response spilled around his flesh, easing his way as he pushed inside her in that one hard, fierce thrust.
Resting her head back on his shoulders, she dug the tips of her feet into the carpet beneath them and moved against him. Shifting, lifting, falling, following the hard grip of his hands, she rode him with sensual demand. With the feel of each throbbing inch burying itself inside her, stroking sensitive, greedy flesh, stretching her with a blaze of heat as she met each inward stroke, Lyrica knew this erotic dance would be one she would never forget.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he whispered as she felt the chair moving, turning to the side. “Look at me.”
Drowsy, heavy with pleasure, her lashes lifted, her gaze focusing on the mirror she hadn’t realized hung on the wall across from them.
A whimper escaped her parted lips as she watched.
The sight of herself sprawled back against him, her thighs parted over his, her body all but bare, was shocking. Her expression was unfamiliar. Flushed, drowsy, and sensual. She looked like a sacrifice to his hunger, lost in it, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
Graham lifted the edge of the skirt that had fallen over her thighs, pulling it to her hips with one hand as the other tugged one leg farther out, revealing more to the reflection across from them.
“Graham.” She didn’t know if she was turned on or too shocked to know what to feel.
With her skirt out of the way, he lowered both hands to her thighs and tugged, pulling her legs farther apart to reveal the sight of her impalement.
Stretched, the folds of her intimate lips parted, his dark flesh penetrated her as her juices clung to the base with a loving caress.
“Watch, baby,” he whispered at her ear again as his hands moved to her hips once again.
He lifted her slowly, so slowly. Lyrica’s eyes widened as he began pulling free of her, watching as slick moisture coated his cock, watching as it pulled from her body even as her pussy clenched, tightening around the departure.
Graham pulled back until only the very tip of his cock lingered at her entrance and she could see the dark crest throbbing, the heavy veins pounding with the fierce beat of his heart. He looked too large, the bulging crest throbbing and dark, almost angry-looking as it remained tucked against her entrance.
Then he was lowering her and Lyrica couldn’t help but watch the intimate invasion. Watch as her flesh flowed around him, stretching for him, taking him as a whimpering cry fell from her lips and she felt herself spilling around him again. Exploding around his cock, the pleasure pulsing through her with such force that her body jerked with every internal explosion. Moisture eased from her as he thrust in and out of her, the hard flesh gleaming thicker, richer until she was forced to close her eyes against the rocking pleasure.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Suck my dick with that pretty little pussy. Fuck. Yes. Ah hell, Lyrica . . .”
His hips were moving beneath her, thrusting hard, spearing inside her with desperate lunges as his fingers found her clit and sent her rolling into another explosive orgasm.