He sipped at her, suckled her, licked her with slow lazy movements and harsh growls of passion. His hands didn’t touch her, but his mouth, teeth and tongue made up for it. Nuzzling, stroking, suckling slow and easy, then fast and hard until Marly was gripping his shoulders, arching closer and screaming out in pleasure.
“You taste like nectar,” he whispered against her skin, then suckled her deep again. “Sweet and exotic.” He licked her roughly, then soft and easy.
Marly bucked against the hard flesh driving between her thighs, cursing the barrier of jeans and panties between them.
Suddenly, he wasn’t touching her anymore. His head fell back against the seat, and he moaned like a mad man.
“I will not make you cum,” he growled. “I will not, Marly. I will not let you cum while you have me fucking bound up like this.”
Marly was breathing harshly now, her breasts aching, her stomach clenching with need.
“Huh? How? You weren’t touching me.” She blinked down at him.
She knew the pleasure had been exquisite, unlike anything she had known, but she wasn’t going to climax.
He raised his head, staring at her in surprise.
He suddenly groaned again, his head falling back as he ground it into the back of the seat.
“Doesn’t matter. I fucking refuse to get you off, and not even have my hands involved.” But his hips pushed against her again, making them both whimper in need.
“You can do it like that?” Marly had never imagined such a thing. She knew the pleasure was so erotic, so hot it made her scream out in need, but she didn’t imagine she could climax with it.
Cade’s eyes flared with heat, darkening as his face flushed further.
“Yeah.” His look flickered to her breasts. “I could get you off like that. But you have to let me use my hands.”
Marly frowned.
“How do you have to use your hands?”
He grinned slow and sensually.
“I won’t touch anything but your breasts, I promise.”
Marly licked her lips nervously. She didn’t want to lose control. She didn’t want to lose consciousness.
“Sometimes I forget how tender you are,” he whispered, his voice gentle, regretful. “I told you, I’m rough, and sometimes it takes a hell of a blow to show me I’m being too rough. You showed me, Marly. Now let me prove I can be easy.”
“What about you?” She was breathing roughly, dying for his touch.
He looked up from her heaving breasts, and her breath caught at the hunger in his gaze.
“What about me?” he asked her instead. “You call it, Marly. We’re hours from home. We have plenty of time.”
“I don’t want to pass out again, Cade.” It frightened her, her lack of control, the inability to handle the passion he brought out in her.
Cade swallowed tightly, managing a tense smile.
“I can’t promise that, baby,” he groaned. “Hell, I want to pass out every time I come inside you. But I swear I’ll go easier on you. That’s all I can do. I want you that bad, Marly. I want you until I feel like I’m dying.”
Her heart jumped in her chest, her vagina clenched in need.
“No rough stuff?” She needed the promise.
“No.” He shook his head roughly. “No rough stuff, Marly. I promise.”
She licked her lips, fighting for breath, for control.