Secretly, though, she kind of liked it.
He continued to pump his hand up and down his thick shaft. All that gorgeous dark skin on display made heat rush through her body. She wanted to touch every inch. To taste him. To lick her way down those abs to where that small trail of hair led to his shaft.
“I want to taste you,” she said firmly.
He stepped closer and held his cock for her. “Then taste me, angel.”
She ran her tongue over the fat head. “Tell me what to do.”
“Not much you can do wrong, baby.” He wrapped his hand in her long hair. “Just take it nice and slow to start. That’s it. Lick me. Explore. Fuck yes, baby girl. You got it.”
She licked her way down his shaft, learning the feel of him, delighting in his taste, his scent.
“Now take just the head into your mouth and suck. Fuck. So damn good. Your mouth is so hot and wet. That’s it. Take more of me. Nice and slow. You don’t do anything you don’t want to. You never do anything again you don’t want to do, you hear me?”
She knew he wasn’t talking about just sex. She hummed her agreement and he groaned. “God, baby. That feels fucking good.”
It did? Hmm. Good to know.
“The vibration when you do that is fucking amazing. Make as much noise as you like. Yeah, that’s it. Now look up at me. Fuck.”
She glanced up, met his dark gaze with her own, saw the tension in his neck and jaw, the heat in his gaze and it added to her own pleasure. She took as much of him as deep as she could. He still had his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and she knew she’d never take all of him.
She moved slowly back up his shaft. Then she swirled her tongue around the head.
“That’s it. Jesus. You’re too fucking good at that.” She took him in deep once more, a bit faster, sucking harder and then she let out a hum of enjoyment, smiling as he cursed.
Oh yeah. A girl could get addicted to this sort of power. She continued to play with him, even feeling brave enough to lightly touch his balls with her hand. His hips started to thrust, his hand in her hair tightening. He tugged on her hair and she looked up at him once more.
“Enough, baby. Enough. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She pouted. Well, why not?
He tapped her lower lip. “Don’t pout. Next time, I promise. But right now, I want to come in your pussy, and I don’t want to fucking wait. Get onto your back.”
Okay. She guessed she could live with that. She rolled onto her back and he grabbed some of the cushions they’d used for their nest last night. He slid them under her hips, propping her up so she was at the perfect height for him to take her while standing up. He grasped hold of his cock in one hand and held her hip with the other while he pressed his cock inside her.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he gritted out. It was obvious he was trying hard to go slow and she appreciated it. Really, she did.
But right now, she didn’t want slow. She wanted fast. Hard. Furious.
She wrapped her legs around the back of his hips and tugged him closer, thankful for all those workouts that had given her strong thigh muscles.
“Arianna!” he snapped. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to,” she told him. “Unless it’s from you going too slow. Please, Bain. I need you inside me.”
He glowered down at her. “We do this at my pace.”
“But your pace is so slow.” She raised her hips up, taking more of him inside her. Their groans mingled together.
“Little brat, your butt is going to pay for that,” he warned her in a dark voice.
Bring. It. On.
He grabbed hold of her hips and pressed himself deep. She let out a sigh of satisfaction. So damn good. He pulled back. Thrust in again. His pace grew faster. Harder. His face was dark. Intense. It might have scared her if she didn’t know him so well.
He drew his cock free and she let out a cry. “No! Come back.”