But he wouldn’t let me. He released my head and moved back. Slash gripped my elbows and helped me stand. He tugged off my tank and unhooked my bra. He cupped my breasts, grazing his thumbs over my nipples, stiffening them into tight buds. Slash lowered his mouth and took one aching crest into his mouth.
My core throbbed in shockwaves.
As he continued to flick his tongue against my nipple, he unbuttoned my jeans. My breast popped from his mouth as I took a step away. I kicked off my flip-flops and shimmied out of my tight pants, removing my black thong along with them.
Slash stared at me.
The light in the room was bright, but I wasn’t embarrassed to show him how much I wanted him.
I slid my hand down my stomach and rested my hand at the heat of me.
He watched. And waited.
I glided my fingers into my body and painted my thighs with my wetness.
Slash’s control broke and he came for me.
It was his turn to sink to his knees.
And when his tongue bathed my flesh, I threw my head back and moaned in pleasure.
Knowing I was never going to see him again gave me the courage to be sexual in a way I’d never experienced before. I knew I was going to get everything I’d ever wanted, and that this night would culminate in raw, unadulterated desire.
Slash lavished me with his tongue, but after a few more swipes, he stood. He lifted me into his arms, and my wet core pressed against his lower stomach when I wrapped my legs around him. My hands raked through his hair as our mouths met.
He carried me into the bedroom, and then placed me in the center of the double bed. His hands were everywhere. His tongue and his fingers teased my feverish skin, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
When he lifted himself off me, I whimpered at his loss.
“I’ll be right back,” he rasped.
Naked, he padded into the living room and quickly returned with a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and then glided it over his massive erection.
He took my leg and kissed the inside of my calf and moved between my thighs. He teased me with the crown of his shaft before sinking into me.
I hissed at his invasion.
Slash was big—bigger than any other man I’d ever been with.
He stilled. “You okay?”
I nodded, as I grasped his hair.
Slash pushed the rest of the way inside me, stretching me wide, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as every nerve I possessed lit with passion.
He reached underneath me and held the curve of my thigh, pummeling into me so hard the bed frame hit the wall. Slash rolled his pelvis, angling upward inside me and pushed me to the brink.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled out.
“You son of a bitch,” I growled.
With a low chuckle, he flipped me over and urged me to all fours. He slapped my ass and then slid back into me.
I screamed in rapture.
He pounded into me, hard, relentless, and deep. He rutted like a beast, and I took every bit of it. His hand reached around to slip between my legs, stroking me into a masterful orgasm. I clenched around him, causing his own release. He came with a shout, his heavy body drilling into mine.