He growled again, and it sounded like fucking approval.
“I can get off if you just play with this for a while, but it’s better—way better—if you put a finger, or your dick, inside me too. Or I can get my vibrator, if you—”
He lifted my fingers from my core, and slid them into his mouth.
My lips parted as I watched him suck my fingers—heat thrumming in my body so damn strongly that I could’ve orgasmed right there.
“We’ll get to the vibrator another day,” he growled, when he finally let go of my hand. “I want your fingers in my hair, and your thighs around my head when I taste you, Sabrina. And I want your eyes on me—for every fucking second.”
“I didn’t realize you were so bossy.” My breaths were coming out rapidly as I didn’t move to follow his orders.
“There’s a lot you haven’t realized about me,” he said, turning his face so his lips met the inside of my thigh.
My body clenched as his teeth scraped my sensitive skin there—and again as his tongue followed them. My breathing was already picking up even faster, the need bunching in my abdomen as my sensitive bits throbbed in desperation.
Instead of giving me what I needed, he continued nibbling on and tasting my thighs, driving me absolutely insane. When I finally thought I would combust, I practically snarled at him, and dug my fingers into the length of his dark blond hair. My thighs clenched around his head, pulling his face in close, and earned another growl of approval for it.
Finally, his tongue slid over my clit.
He groaned, and I cried out at the feel of it. His tongue on my body… fuck, it was incredible.
“Don’t stop,” I snarled at him, when he didn’t move to lick me again.
“I’m going to soak my damned pants like a teenager,” he snarled back.
“You’d fucking better.” My voice was demanding; maybe I was just as bossy as he was.
He snarled at me again, and then devoured me.
His lips engulfed my center, his tongue alternating between flicking and stroking my clit. I was already so close—so damned close—and then one of his fingers slid inside me.
I screamed curses as my body tightened and spasmed around his finger, and he snarled into me again, his finger pumping fiercely as his tongue continued to move on me.
It was the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had—and when I came down from the high, he was still working me slower, playing with me, teasing me.
“You’re going to kill me,” I moaned at him, panting like I’d won a marathon. I was already so sweaty that I’d need another damned bath.
“I’m going to save you,” he tossed back, sliding his finger out of me.
I moaned at the loss. “Put it back.”
“When you’re getting close again.”
I gave a groan of complaint, but since he was still working me with his fingers and tongue, it was half-hearted.
It took longer the second time, but he didn’t seem to be in any kind of a hurry—and watching him was so damned erotic that I wouldn’t have asked him to stop unless the world was about to end.
As the pressure built within me again, I started to feel empty. But I didn’t want his finger—I wanted his cock. I wanted him. All of him.
“I want you inside me,” I growled at him.
His tongue halted on my core, his eyes burning me from between my thighs.
“Now, Dax,” I snarled.
His teeth scraped my clit, making me cry out, and then he wiped his lips on my inner thigh before straightening to his full height. We were both still wearing shirts—how the fuck had I not noticed that?
“Shirt off, then,” he growled at me.