“Oh, yeah.”
Bayli’s teeth sank into her lower lip. Her pussy clenched.
Christian guided her down onto the bed, joining her and settling between her parted legs. His weight on her felt heavenly. It’d been forever and a day since she’d had a man’s hard angles pressing into her soft curves. His erection nestled against her belly and she desperately wanted to rid him of his pants so she could get the full effect of Christian Davila.
But he twined his fingers with hers and raised their arms over her head, pinning her to the bed as he kissed her.
No. As he claimed her.
The searing lip-lock blazed through her, competing with the heat of his skin on hers, the fire that sparked as he shifted just enough to rub his cock against her sex. Bayli slung a long leg over his hips and ground against him.
The attraction that had started with magazine articles and had exploded with their in-person interaction at the gala now rocked her whole fucking world. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Grew more and more restless by the moment with the need to have him buried deep inside her, pounding hard, setting her off with a frenetic, mind-blowing orgasm.
Bayli had never been ruled by sexual impulses and erotic desires. Until now.
Christian broke their kiss and his mouth trailed over her throat again, his teeth biting gently yet insistently. As though the craving was just as strong for him, just as relentless.
His head moved lower and he captured her nipple in his mouth, suckling aggressively so that her body would have bowed off the mattress were she not crushed to it with his body.
“Yes,” she said on a low moan. This was all spiraling out of control. And she didn’t care. Wanted the chaos he incited, in fact.
His tongue swept over the inner swells of her breasts and then curled around her other nipple, somehow puckering it even tauter than it was. Jesus, she was sure the peaks had never been harder.
She probably could have come again, just like this. But Christian was on the move once more, nipping and licking his way down her stomach. He released her hands and scooted into position so that his head was between her legs. He inhaled her scent and it caused electric currents to shoot down her spine.
Then he surprised her by quietly ordering, “On your knees.”
And damn if she didn’t instantly obey. Her chest rested against the mound of pillows and her fingers coiled around the tall scrolls of the wrought-iron headboard. Christian returned to his spot between her parted thighs, this time sprawled on his back. His thumbs swept along her slick folds, heightening her arousal as her mind raced with scintillating thoughts of everything he might do to her.
Then the pad of one thumb circled her clit as he slipped a finger into her wet pussy. Pumped steadily.
“Christian.” His name tumbled off her tongue, an octave lower than normal. All sultry and provocative-like, with a tinge of pleading edging the sound.
His thumb stopped rubbing; she felt his hot breath along her highly sensitive flesh, then the tip of his tongue as it flitted against that tiny pearl that pulsed radiantly.
Bayli’s hips dropped as she pressed herself to him.
Spurred on by her reaction, he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled the way he had her nipple. Jolting her to the core.
“Oh, God,” she rasped.
Christian worked a second finger into her pussy. His other hand was on her ass cheek, kneading it as his mouth did wicked things to her, sending her barreling toward another sensational climax.
Her spine arched and her long hair cascaded down her back. Her breaths came in heavy pulls. Heartbeats echoed in her ears.
Christian alternated between the decadent suckling of her clit and the teasing flickers of his tongue while his fingers stroked her inner walls, pushing deeper as she opened further to him, finding that magical spot and massaging with the determination to get her off.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Right there. Just like that. Everything you’re doing is so amazing, Christian.”
Though she’d kill to also have his hands on her breasts, she was losing herself in the way his talented tongue and fingers pleasured her.
She pressed the side of her face against the cool metal she still had a death grip on and it felt good, because she was burning up. All the sensations inside her swelled to a nearly unbearable degree. Then Christian suckled her clit once more and everything within her burst wide open.
Bayli cried out.
He didn’t let up as the orgasm crashed over her.
Bayli’s hands clutched the metal. Her pussy squeezed Christian’s fingers. Shudders of pure euphoria took hold of her.