Any other moment I would be cringing at being nearly naked in front of a man, only I’m not because this isn’t just any man. This is Rourke and his eyes are eating me up, sliding over every inch of me. I pull off the shirt, and he groans. I cup my breasts; they feel so heavy yet tight. He growls, then launches himself across the room and over me. His mouth is back on mine, greedy, demanding, I give up everything he demands. I moan as his large hands replace mine, toying with my breasts, his thumbs teasing my tight nipples.
“So fucking beautiful. These gorgeous breasts have kept me up dreaming of them, and my dreams are nothing compared to the real thing.” His guttural whisper is a soft gust of air before his mouth captures a tight nipple, sucking deep as his velvet tongue teases the hard nub. Oh god, my bones turn liquid at what he’s doing to me. I never knew something so simple could be so electrifying.
Rourke keeps up the torture for so long I’m a mewling mass of quivering flesh
before finally letting my breast free with a loud pop. I sigh in relief only for him to move to my other breast to begin the torture all over again, while his free hand continues to tease the still sensitive breast.
Oh please, more, I need him there. There at the core of me where I’m weeping for him; I need him to fill me up and make me whole because I’ve been so empty. My hands go into his hair, my hips seek that hard part of him pressing against my hip. His hands catch my wrists before taking them over my head. I shudder at his mouth brushing against mine. I open for his kiss but it doesn’t come; he whispers against my open lips, “No, my sweet, I’ve dreamed of this night endlessly for weeks. I’m going to savor every moment and every inch of your beautiful body.”
I inhale his words, taking them into the heart of me before he seals his promise with a soft press of his lips against mine. His mouth brushes lightly along my cheek to my neck to find that spot behind my ear, pulling a moan from me. One hand still has a tight grip on my wrists as the other roams over my body, teasing a nipple then running along the valley between my breasts as his tongue paints delicious patterns along my neck. Then his teeth graze at the point where my shoulder and neck meet, causing my whole body to shudder. He sucks lightly, then harder as his teeth graze over and over before giving in and nipping at the skin. It sends a hot, wet flood to my core so strong I’m gasping at what my body is capable of.
“Ah, sweetheart, yes. You smell sweet, delicious. All mine.” When he cups me there through my panties, I blush at the wet spot his finger teases along the slit of me. “Don’t blush, I love knowing how much you want me. I can’t wait to taste every drop.” Now I blush down to my belly button at the idea of his mouth there and how badly I want it. He laughs before he nips again at that spot, sending another shudder through my body.
Oh, he’s just being cruel as his mouth works slowly down my body, licking, teasing, nibbling at the skin. Hot, so hot, his mouth is back on my breast licking, sucking, oh god he bites before sucking deep to soothe and I can’t control my hips. They’re moving up, begging for him. I’m so lost in his mouth on my breasts, starting the torture again, I’m unaware his large hand has slipped into my panties until a finger plays lightly over my slick lower lips. Oh god, I open my legs, entreating him for more. He takes pity as the finger runs up, then down before sliding easily into me. The thick finger presses lightly into me before moving up to skim my swollen nub, sending an electric shock through my entire body.
“Completely bare, so soft you must not be shaving; you are full of surprises.” I blush. I’ll never admit the laser hair removal therapy was about being lazy. “Hmm...so wet, so responsive, so completely delectable.” I watch in shock as he brings his finger to his mouth, then sucks on the finger he had inside me. “Such a sweet treat you’ve made for me.” I’m gasping as the finger pushes deeper into me, then he uses the wetness to coat my nipple before sucking deeply.
A growl comes from his chest as he rips the panties from me. Again and again he coats my nipple with the slick, wet heat of me until I’m begging for more. His finger is joined by another pushing deeper into me, oh, yes please. Faster and faster they move as his mouth becomes punishing on my breast. It’s so good, I’m panting at what he’s doing to me. When his fingers pull out, I want to scream until they push back in, then they move and find that perfect spot and press again and again. I’m coming. Oh, god.
Rourke’s mouth is back on mine, taking in my moans, my whimpers and the scream his fingers cause. I’m mindless, I can’t breathe, I can’t move and still Rourke’s mouth is on me, his fingers toying with my body. Frantically, I yank my mouth away, gasping for air.
“I should have known, of course you don’t come quietly. I’m going to need you to try, sweetheart.” He brushes his lips against mine. Then he moves down my body.
The heat of his breath against my lower lips is the only warning I have before his tongue runs along the slit over and over until I want to scream at him to put me out of my misery. I grab a pillow, pull it over my face and scream. The bastard laughs, the hot air rushing over me. This isn’t funny, I want to yell, but I don’t have time before his hands run over me, opening me wide for his attention. “So beautiful, opening like a flower for me in the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.” His tongue runs over me. “Sweet like cotton candy, that’s it, flood my tongue with your sweet juice. I’m thirsty for you, all of you.”
Dirty, so dirty, so wrong but holy fuck his tongue feels so good I can’t breathe. Deeper his tongue goes, until I swear he tastes every inch of me, but he won’t even go near that one spot, the tight little nub begging for his mouth. He takes my outer lips into his mouth, sucking hard until I scream into the pillow as it borders on pain. His tongue soothes, then it’s finally there, running over my clitoris, teasing, oh no, just teasing me. I can’t move my hips his hands are holding me tightly in place. Please, please, I’m chanting it again and again until finally he takes my swollen clit into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue teases. I come with a scream as my whole body shakes with the force of my orgasm.
I’m lost, floating in an ocean of pleasure, when I feel him there. Oh. I pull the pillow off me, my eyes going down to see him. Holy fucking crap, that will not fit.
“I’ll fit, sweetheart,” he says with a smile, answering the statement I hadn’t realized I whispered. “You’re tight, but your body was made for me.” Without thinking, I open my legs wide in invitation, and Rourke smiles with satisfaction. His hands run over the back of my thighs, controlling my body for his entry. At first his immensely thick cock pushes in easily, until he enters my channel. So thick, he’s so thick. My body, long used to nothing more than a few inches thick struggles to take him in. Patiently, Rourke moves inside me until the heart of me gives way, welcoming him, claiming him until we’re skin to skin and it feels so right. This moment is everything I never thought it could be. This, him; he’s what I never knew I lost, but I’ve found him and I’m whole again. Does he feel it too? Is it why he’s not moving, allowing my body to conform to him, for him to imprint every vein, every ridge, every beat of his heart into me, claiming me as his?
I look up, and our eyes meet, obsidian glinting down at me. His beautiful face is hard. There is no thought behind my reaching up to run my hand over his cheek. Only the desire to touch him, finally realized, shocks us both. He shudders at my touch, closing his eyes he moves into my touch, holding my hand against his cheek. I lose track of time, it could have lasted for seconds or minutes, then he kisses my palm before pressing it back above my head. Now he moves, and my whole body clenches tight to keep him inside him, frantic not to let him go. Rourke groans loudly.
His cock slams back into me, and the world is right again until he tries to pull out again. My body screams no, begging him not to leave. A growl comes out of him from low in his chest. His hands go to the back of my knees. It’s all a warning, only I don’t know of what. Until Rourke starts to move with force, his body driving in and out of me with powerful strokes, leaving me gasping, fighting for air. Oh my fucking god. My head goes back as I let go, giving up my entire body to Rourke.
Faster, harder, deeper, please, more. Then he moves and oh god, yes just like that. Rourke’s mouth comes down on mine, his hands on my shoulders as he thrusts into me. I know he’s covering my mouth to keep me from screaming out loud, but it feels more intimate as my gasps are swallowed and taken into his mouth. Oh god, oh god, I scream his name as I come, my whole body shaking. His hands dig into my shoulders, and vaguely I think of the bruises that will appear tomorrow, but right now I don’t care, I welcome the pain. Rourke hasn’t come though, he’s still moving, thicker though now my body is milking him, begging for him to come inside me, needing everything from him. Then I feel it, oh, so hot, so thick, so wet, deep inside me. His strokes are slower, almost lazy as he moves inside me until at last, with a sigh, he rests on me.
I welcome the weight of him, relishing this moment of him inside me, above me, the scent, the feel of him all around me, the hot air of him breathing at my neck. He stiffens. I swear I can feel his regret. “Whatever you are going to say, don’t. Don’t ruin this. We both have wanted this. I don’t regret a thing, don’t make me regret it.”
With a sigh he rolls off me, and instantly I miss him. I watch him rub a hand on his face. “I don’t do forever. I don’t even do tomorrows. All I’m good for are the nights. If you can promise not to demand more, then we can keep going.”
Right now I would promise my soul for another night with him. To keep the words in, I nod. His sigh of relief stings deep inside my chest. I reach for him, running a hand over the mottled flesh of the scar tissue. “The night isn’t over yet.”
He smiles as a hand goes behind my neck and pulls me down to him.
A beeping pulls me out of the best dream ever. Only as my eyes flutter open, I realize it was no dream. Rourke has me pulled into his body in spoon fashion. He sighs as he reaches across me to turn off the alarm. I see it’s five in the morning.
“Do you really have to wake up at five in the morning?” I moan as I begin to roll off the bed.
He grumbles as he pulls me back to him. “No, I could go another hour. I only set it so early to be gone before Mom is up so I could avoid Mom talking about you incessantly. Where are you going?”
“I knew it. To sneak back into my room so your mom doesn’t see.”
“We still have a half hour. There’s a lot we can do in a half hour.” He whispers in my ear as oh god, he slips inside me from behind. I moan as he bites at my neck. His hand slides over my mouth, yes, more, yes. A large hand is hard on my hip as Rourke moves inside me, teasingly at first, keeping his strokes short and quick. I’m moaning for more, trying to push back, to take more of him inside me. Oh god, I have no idea my hands are tugging on my nipples until his hand covers mine, twisting as his thumb flicks the tight tip. Oh god, he’s playing my body like he’s a fucking maestro. His fingers slide into my leaking slit, they are teasing with light feathery touches over my clit that have me gasping then moaning. I’m going crazy, I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m desperate for more, for the orgasm he’s keeping from me. Without thought I grasp him tight inside. He groans at the sensation, so I do it again and again. Rourke growls, his grip on my hip tightens, and oh lord, what have I unleashed?
He rolls me under him, onto my stomach, my legs straight out. His large body covers mine as he fucks me hard, fast, verging on pain and I can?
?t get enough. I have no warning before my orgasm slams into me with the force of a runaway train. Almost too late I press my face into the bed to hide my scream. Only seconds later, Rourke floods me with his hot wet come. My body is already possessive, milking him for more, for all of him. He moans as he moves slowly in time with my body grasping him tight inside. His head falls down to my shoulder, where he presses a kiss to my skin. “Christ, I knew the minute I saw you that you were going to make me break all my rules.”