“Yes,” I whimper.
“Say it.” The circles are getting smaller and smaller until he flicks my aching nipple.
“Make love to me, Hayden.”
His mouth replaces his thumb. His tongue flicking skillfully over my puckered bud before sucking it in.
“You’ll have to be quiet. Can you be quiet, Natasha?” he whispers against my skin as his mouth moves south.
I whimper as his feather-soft touch caresses my thighs. “Y-yes.” I grab a pillow and bite on it just as his hot breath tickles the inside of my thighs.
Without a preamble, he licks the seam of my lips, groaning as his tongue circles my clit. My hips jut up as I bite back a loud moan. “Fuck, I missed the taste of your pussy. It’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted,” he says, spreading my thighs apart and pinning them down to the bed, his mouth hovering against my opening.
“Better than cookies?” I ask breathlessly.
“Hmmm,” he hums, then gives me a long lick before sucking in my clit. I nearly cry out at the sensation. “Yes,” he growls against me, the vibrations causing my legs to shake and breaths to shallow. “Definitely better than cookies.” He spears me with his skillful tongue, circling it inside me as I try to suffocate myself with my pillow. Jesus Christ, this man and his tongue! “Better than frosting,” he murmurs.
I’m about to say something clever. A joke about Frost not liking frosting at the tip of my tongue when he decides that slow and gentle is no longer in his repertoire. Instead, it’s death by oral for little old Tasha. Oral and fingers.
Honestly, I can barely keep my screams from escaping as Hayden proceeds to fuck me with his mouth. Pumping his tongue into me in between growling and sucking. I’ve never been eaten out so ferociously and so thoroughly before. In fact, I’ve never been eaten out before Hayden, period. All the previous attempts were feeble and meek, a lick on my pussy lip and a ‘do you like how I suck your clit?’ question. Never had the heart to tell the guys my clit is not on my knee…
But with Hayden, I can’t even think straight, all thanks to the powerful shivers building up in my arms and traveling up to my breasts. My nipples are so hard they could cut glass right about now. Hayden groans once again as I palm my boobs and pinch my nipple with my free hand, all the while hyperventilating into my pillow.
I’m close. So close, I’m about to explode into a million pieces when he laughs against my pussy and sticks not one, not two, but three of his thick fingers inside me, with no warning, all the while sucking my clit frenziedly. Like his life depends on it. I clamp up on his hand like it’s my first rodeo, the orgasm that has been building inside me finally coming to fruition as my whole body starts to shake. I’m not sure if I’m screaming, howling, or if I’m completely silent. What I am sure of is that the Angels have started singing ‘Hallelujah’ because this is by far the best orgasm I’ve had from oral. Ever. Top three of all the orgasms of my life.
And yes. Hayden holds all three spots.
He’s talented.
I, however, am ruined.
ChapterFourteen
I’m still breathless when Hayden climbs up and over my body leaning down to kiss me. At some point, during the best oral known to man, Hayden, the magician, managed to shed all of his clothes.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” he says, looking into my eyes as he cradles my face. My eyes tear up from the swell of emotions inside me because I’ve come to realize he’s everything I ever wanted, too. Everything I didn’t know I needed.
Every touch, every move he makes feels right. Like this is a dance we were born to dance together. There are no words between us as he settles himself between my thighs. No words as I wrap my legs around his hips and encourage him to move. And when he pushes into me, we both groan in unison.
I’m already wet, having climaxed mere minutes before, but even if I wasn’t, I’d have been ready. Everything about this man has me all twisted up in knots, wanting his touch and his proximity. So when he settles himself deep inside me, with this intense look in his eyes that speaks volumes, I welcome the stretch of his big cock. In fact, I crave it. Unable to stop myself, I move my hips to the rhythm of his, needing to feel more of him in me and around me.
It’s a feeling I haven’t known before. This intensity of my desire for him. Sex has always been a means to an end for me. Scratch an itch and be done. But this feels different. Hefeelsdifferent.Hefeels right.
Is this what making love is like?
“Home,” he whispers into my earlobe before sucking it in as he pumps into me, circling his hips.
I try to contain my moans. Try to keep myself quiet because my baby niece is sleeping down the corridor from us. But Hayden Frost is making love to me, and, by God, this man doesn’t do things by halves. His strokes are languid and deep, and with each movement, he whispers filthy little things into my ear as he grinds against my clit. It’s a mix of how good my cunt feels, how tight I am for him, and how he’s been looking for me all his life. My heart is full and beating feverishly as Hayden picks up speed, showing me how a man can love a woman in that physical way. I know he’s been showing me in every other way these past few weeks. I’ve tried to ignore it, but everything he’s done, every gesture, every smile, every word, spoke volumes. I can’t ignore it any longer. My heart is too full, and I don’t think it’s even possible for me to come back down from this cloud.
I don’t want this to end. I need Hayden in my life in every possible way. I want to say something, tell him how I feel, how good this feels, but then he circles his hips again and the only sound that escapes me is a long moan as he rubs against my clit. My mind comes back to the here and now and how amazing this feels—Hayden inside me, his hands on my body, his mouth on my neck, jaw, earlobe.
That tingling feeling starts up again. And as much as I don’t want our bodies not to be connected, I know it’s coming. I can feel the orgasm building in my toes and know that we can’t stay like this forever. Soon enough, we’ll have to separate. Desperately, I clutch at my sheets, trying to hold off, trying to prolong this moment we’re sharing, when Hayden lifts up on his arms, looking down on me, and punctuating each word with a pump, says, “Everything. I. Ever. Wanted.”
My eyes widen and I come again, my scream muffled by his mouth this time as he kisses me deeply while I ride out my orgasm. His speed picks up as he starts moving inside me faster and deeper, and I don’t even know how it’s possible, but my body heats again and just as he groans out his release, I climax again.
All I can do is bury my face in the crook of his neck as I try to catch my breath. I thought the first time we had sex was incredible, but that had nothing on what just happened. Just an ordinary vanilla position that rocked my world. Or maybe the position is the least important part of what just happened. Loving Hayden Frost is what matters the most.
He confirms my suspicions when he rolls us around until I’m on top of him, his cock still deep inside me, not minding one bit that I might be crushing him or that his release might spill on him.Andwhen he sits us up, then lifts me like I weigh nothing and walks us into the bathroom, our bodies still joined when he puts the shower on, then fucks me again with my back against the cold tile and the steam rising around us.Andwhen he gently washes my hair and my whole body, paying particular attention to my boobs and bum, of course, before drying me with a towel and carrying me back to the bed, like I’m the most precious thing in the world.Andwhen he slides into the bed beside me, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me flush against him.