“Is a big boy. He’s safe next door. He’s out like a light after playing in the snow all day. And he’s the product of what I really want to do to his mother again.” All that was spoken between kisses and bites to my neck, shoulders, and jaw. He ended by pulling my earlobe into his mouth and suckling gently.
A needy gasp escaped me.
While his mouth had been busy spinning my senses into chaos, his deft fingers were divesting me of my clothing. “Again, I say you have too many clothes on—which is not conducive to what I have planned. Why don’t you help me out with this problem?”
Unable to hold back the delighted curl of my lips, I did as he asked until I stood as naked as he was. Slowly, he turned me to face away from him and gathered my hair to lay it over my shoulder. I shivered as the ends tickled over my nipples.
Greedy, I reveled in the way he worshipped my body with his kisses. They trailed down my spine, over my hip. Stopped to allow his tongue to trace the single tattoo on my upper thigh.
“I think you need one more,” he said after he’d outlined the dreamcatcher that spelled out our son’s name in the woven center. The way his breath hit the damp skin sent another chill rippling through me.
“Just one, huh?” I breathlessly whispered.
“Well, you can have as many as you want, but the next one is mine.” His tongue dipped into the dimples at the base of my spine, eliciting a gasp of surprise from my lips.
“Yours?”
“Yes,” he murmured as his fingers tickled up my thighs, over my abdomen, to cup my breasts.
“What do you want it to be?” I asked between needy pants of desire.
“Do you trust me?” His question was a whisper over my rib cage.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good. Soon.” By then I was too caught up in the sensation of his hands and mouth on my body to discuss it further. Add to that the tickle of his eyelashes with each movement, and I was on the verge of coming without him going anywhere near my pulsing core.
Threading my fingers in his hair as he came around to do the same to my front, I dropped my head as I basked in his seductive performance.
When I couldn’t form a single coherent thought, he firmly but gently pushed between my shoulder blades until I was bent over the bed. So drunk on his attention, I hadn’t even processed he’d moved back behind me until then.
His firm grip held my hips. Expecting him to fill me, I was surprised when his tongue slid through my folds to plunge in to taste me. “Angel!” I gasped out on a moan.
Whatever supernatural powers the man held, it was evident he’d been blessed with some very special skills with that mouth of his too. It didn’t take long before I was pulsing over his tongue as he relentlessly teased my oversensitized flesh.
As I lay half-collapsed on the bed, he nudged my still throbbing slit with the head of his cock. Obviously bent on tormenting me, he made shallow strokes inside until I was biting the bedding and close to shredding it with my clawing fingers.
“Goddamn it, Angel, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to scream,” I whisper-yelled. His chuckle caused his cock to slip in deeper, and I softly groaned.
“Now that would negate you whispering that hot-as-fuck demand, don’t you think?” I could hear the grin in his question, and it only served to frustrate me more. My nerves were zinging, and I was trembling with need.
When I was convinced I would need to get up and body slam his ass to the bed, he dipped in briefly before he thrust hard, stretching me in the most delicious of ways. He hit so deep, tingles shot through me. “Yes!” I hissed, and he did it again. Each time he did, he caused my nipples to scrape over the comforter. It was driving me crazy.
He didn’t let up until I was spasming around his thick cock that prolonged the ecstasy with each masterful stroke. “Yes, like that,” he groaned. “Your tight cunt is squeezing my cock so hard it’s pushing me out.Fuck.”
As my orgasm ebbed, he lifted my upper body to rest flush against the front of his. Soft kisses rained over anywhere he could reach as he teased my tightened nipples. “Get on the bed,” he whispered in my ear.
With limbs that seemed boneless, I did as he instructed, then fell to my back. He chuckled as he prowled his way up my body, pausing to lick my swollen and tender pussy. “Fuck, you taste amazing,” he said before dipping in again.
Savoring me until I was squirming, he didn’t let up until I was arching my back. “I’m coming again!” I exclaimed in surprise.
With the first pulse, he drove his cock in balls deep and moaned at the sensation of my sheath squeezing his hard cock. His face buried in the crook of my neck, he caged me in with his forearms as his body strained over me. Fingers buried in his hair, I held him close.
“Come in me,” I crooned like a siren. He groaned, and though he didn’t do it immediately, he doubled his efforts as he rose up, braced on his arms, and stroked wildly into my core. My calves hooked his thighs, and I rose to meet him thrust for thrust.
Sweat-slicked skin slid and slapped as we lost control.
When he finally poured himself into me, he grunted and then ground out my name. His face contorted in a blissful snarl as his teeth clenched. It was animalistic and yet savagely beautiful.