“Yes. Yes. Yes…” The chant fell from her lips. Laila didn’t even know what she was saying, only that she craved everything Trees was doing to her.
Then he swiped his thumb across her hard nub again and growled. “There you are, just about to tip over. Now look at me.”
She did. His green eyes glowed with a tender demand that made her heart skip as their stares fused. The electric connection jolted down her spine, spreading to every nerve and far-reaching appendage. Tension strangled her throat, and she barely squeaked out a plea. “Trees?”
“That’s it. Stay with me. Don’t look away.”
“I cannot.”
“Good. Come for me now, little one. Fall, and I’ll catch you.”
Laila didn’t know if it was his voice or his permission or the cocoon of safety she felt in his arms, but everything inside her released. She surrendered herself for him, to him, allowing him to wring her inside out. As pleasure surged, firing through her veins and shutting down thought, she shuddered and became a shocked, gasping puddle of satisfied woman.
Seconds later, her legs threatened to give out. But Trees was already there, squatting in front of her to plant his mouth on her still-pulsing flesh.
She was so sensitive and she stiffened, but he was gentle, patient, planting almost chaste kisses for slow minutes on her lower abdomen, her hips, her trembling thighs, then finally her puffy mound. She should have felt overwhelmed and exhausted by the climax that had overtaken her whole body. But the moment he slid an experimental drag of his tongue against her distended clit, she choked in a shocked breath, thrust her fingers in his wet hair, and let out a stunned gasp.
He took that as a sign to attack.
A heartbeat later, he opened his lips over her sex, laved her hard button again, then sucked it into the heat of his mouth, showing absolutely no mercy.
“Trees!”
“Hmm,” he hummed into her most sensitive spots.
With that one syllable, her entire body torqued up again. She hadn’t quite finished descending from the last peak, and another one was about to replace it—bigger, stronger, threatening to turn her legs to jelly.
“Trees!” she gasped even louder.
He didn’t bother answering, simply sucked her clit harder and ruthlessly rubbed that spot inside her.
She took off like a rocket, her head seeming to explode as she screamed in pleasure so loudly her ears rang. That seemed to spur Trees on. He kept at her, reading her body perfectly, knowing just where to touch her, when, how hard, how long, how much as he cajoled every last ounce of ecstasy from her.
Then she fell limp against him, her legs all but giving out.
“Oh, little one…” He stood and shut off the water, then gathered her in his arms and left the glass enclosure, heading toward his bed. He didn’t bother with a towel, seemingly not caring if his mattress got soaked. He simply lay back, then lifted her over him. With one hand, he held his cock up to her waiting, clutching sex. With the other, he pushed her down and filled her until she hissed at the stretching of her flesh necessary to accommodate his length and girth.
Quickly, he lifted her again, settling for a shallow thrust and a seductive rhythm. But the effort was costing him. She could see that on his face.
She wrapped her fingers around his shoulders, nails burrowing into his skin, and shook her head. “No. No… I want all of you.”
When she positioned herself directly over him, wriggled her hips, and pumped down, every last inch of him slid inside her. It burned. She hissed, swearing she could feel his length up half her body. But the pain was its own sort of ecstasy, and she tossed her head back, arching her breasts and losing herself in the sensations.
He gritted his teeth and gripped her thighs so hard it would leave bruises. For reasons she didn’t understand, the idea aroused her. Reminders of their passion they could study later with pride? Laila wasn’t sure, but when his whole body shuddered under her and he growled her name, she lit up.
“Fuck.” His raspy curse filled her ears the way his hard cock filled the rest of her—completely, until she could think of nothing else. “You take every inch of me and squeeze me so goddamn tight. The minute I get inside you, all I want to do is take you in every way possible, make you come, and mark you as mine.”
When he said things like that, her brain melted. So did any remaining resistance. Her body should have been sated in the shower. She definitely should have stopped aching for the bliss of his touch after he’d heaped open-mouthed pleasure on her sex. But no. Now that she was stuffed full of this man, Laila wondered if she would ever get enough of him.
“Please,” she begged, not even understanding what she was pleading for.
Her breasts felt heavier and achier. Her folds were so engorged and sensitive. Every bit of her body felt electrically alive.
“Come,” he demanded.
Again? Was he insane?
“I do not think—”
“Then don’t,” he ground out. “Just feel—and let go.”
He tensed beneath her and lifted her up his heavy stalk. Gravity slid her back down. It was good. So good. The pending orgasm that should have been impossible climbed and gathered quickly, suddenly becoming inevitable. She was sputtering and gaping, dying for him. But he was holding back.
“No! More.” Her demand came out like a wail, high-pitched and entreating.
Trees gripped her hips tighter. “I can’t. I’ll hurt you.”
“No. No. I swear. More. Please. Now.”
“Fuck. Little one…”
“Trees.” She caught his gaze, praying the need on her face would say what her voice seemingly couldn’t.
He froze, gripped her lower, fingers digging in tighter. More bruises. They would be delicious. She couldn’t wait to see them tomorrow, and she wasn’t sure why.
An almost inhuman sound poured from his chest and erupted from his throat. Then he lifted her all the way up his cock before slamming her back down in an unmerciful, implacable pounding that had her silently screaming and digging her nails into him as the need to climax poured through her veins like lava. She gushed out in another feverish peak that left her near limp and boneless.