I grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, forcing her hands on the steel bars. “Keep them there. Don’t move.”
I let go, gently tracing fingertips down her arms. Her eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Lips had never been so goddamn enticing. I wanted to kiss them until they were bruised and swollen…marked.
Reaching back as I moved to the side, I slipped my hand beneath her knee, bringing her leg up, my mouth finding the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. “I want to do this every night. Use every second I have to make you feel good.”
The closer I got to the apex of her thighs, the more I could smell her—the sweetness of her lust. The scent that would make any man go savage.
With a gentle, soft stroke, I licked the outer lips of her pussy, and it earned me the most beautiful sound from her lips. God, she tasted like heaven, and it turned my mind into a haze of euphoria. Not even cocaine was strong enough to give me the same kind of rush.
Pressing both my palms against the insides of her thighs, I forced her legs open, spreading them as wide as possible, her sweet cunt blooming just for me.
With another lap of my tongue, sweeping the tip from her entrance to her clit, I used my thumbs to spread her open for me. “I want to watch you come,” I said against her wet flesh. “I want to see your pussy gush with pleasure.”
She was already swollen and ready, ripe for the taking. And, by God, it was torture for me not to ravage her by tearing through her body with my aching cock.
“Onyx—”
“Keep your hands on that motherfucking bedpost. Do not move.” Using my tongue and the tip of my thumb, I sucked and stroked, licked and touched, playing with the goddamn paradise between her legs. I could feel her struggle, her fight to stop herself from moving.
Fighting the urge to go faster, harder, I worked her pussy with a steady rhythm, determined to make it last for as long as possible.
“I want to play with you until it hurts.”
“It’s already hurting.”
“Not enough.”
Straightening, licking her taste off my lips, I stared down at her as I cupped her pussy, wetting my palm with her arousal before wrapping it around my cock, giving it a few hard strokes, needing just a little relief form the ache.
Her back arched, her expression dark, wild—almost primal. The room became toxic with need, both of us crazed with a carnality strong enough to break us. Even though I wanted to sink deep into her, I wasn’t done playing with her yet.
Grabbing both her ankles, I pushed her knees forward, moving my hips so the tip of my cock nudged against her center, slowly driving forward, slipping inside. Just a little—that was all I gave her. Just the tip. Just a taste. She moaned, arched her back, and craned her neck, her body desperate for me to sink in farther. But I reared back, pulling out.
“Onyx. Jesus.”
I smiled. “I’m afraid Jesus ain’t here, buttercup.”
Slipping a finger inside her, a desperate moan ripped from her throat. It wasn’t enough; a single digit wasn’t what she needed. I circled around her sensitive nub, her leg trembling, shaking, and I could only imagine the agony she was in. The anticipation of an impending release slowly tearing her apart inside.
Wanting another taste, I traced the tip of my tongue around her sensitive folds, purposely avoiding that one spot she needed my touch the most.
Filling her with two fingers, I guided my tongue through her wet slit. The way her inner walls tightened, the muscles in her thighs tensing, I knew she was about to come. And even though I wanted to torture her body so much more, I was pushing my own self-control to the limit.
I sat back on my knees. “I want to watch you come.”
She cursed and moaned while my thumb continued to play with her clit, stroking it harder, faster, knowing she would need more and more until her climax tore through her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, and I kept my gaze glued between her legs, not wanting to miss a single second of me making it mine. Her hips lifted off the mattress, legs pulled taut, and when I felt her pussy throb around my fingers, I pulled them out of her while my thumb continued to play her on the one spot I knew she was aching for me to touch.
Her moans slammed against the walls, and I watched her body shudder as she climaxed, pleasure gushing out of her, coating every inch of her pussy and inner thighs.
It was fucking beautiful. And it was all for me.
While her orgasm still lingered between her legs, I stretched my body over hers, and her body welcomed my cock as I slid inside her.
Buried to the hilt, I stilled. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes.