“Fuck,” I groan at the sight of her completely naked, completely mine.
Mine.
But she’s not mine, not really. She wants sex, but that doesn’t change her feelings for me. It doesn’t make her mine. After I fuck her, she’ll go right back to hating and arguing with me.
That word has already taken root, though.Mine—I want her to be mine, not just the woman I fuck tonight. But I have no idea how to do that.
For now, I’ll enjoy her.
I crawl up the bed between her legs, my eyes dragging over every inch of her body. Her smooth, warm skin makes me want to run my tongue all over to taste every bit of her. I spread her legs as I lower my face over her belly button, kissing her so soft and tenderly. Really, I want to spank her, dig my teeth into her flesh, and mark her over and over until it’s clear to everyone that she’s mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me?
I kiss lower.
She shifts on the bed, waiting in anticipation of the pleasure I can give her. But I’m not going to take it further until she’s begging. Until I’m sure this is what she wants with everything in her body.
I kiss her hip bone.
She shivers, arching her back so she can see what I’m doing.
I kiss just inside her hip, moving lower but so slowly that it could take me years to reach her swollen bud at the pace I’m going.
I kiss again, this time letting my teeth scrape against her skin.
“Lennox, please.”
“Please, what?” I ask, grinning manically as I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Hmm, do you now?”
“Yes, please, I’m losing my mind. I need you.” Her words are panicked and needy and exactly what I want to hear.
I reward her by kissing her clit and sucking hard. The sound she makes at my touch is burned into my memory for the rest of time.
I force myself to stop, to give her a chance to change her mind. The second I stop, she bucks her hips upward, begging me with her body to keep going.
Our eyes lock, and I see the desperation and need there. I’m so hungry for more of her—for all of her. And when I look at her, I see my desire reflected in her eyes.
“Please.” It’s a whisper, so sincere.
I lick my tongue up her slit, enjoying every drop of her sweet wetness as it fills my tongue.
And then I let myself loose.
I lick her hungrily, devouring all of her. My fingers dig into her ass, lifting her up so I can take more of her in.
I could stay here forever, feasting on her, listening to the moans and whimpers leaving her body. They start off soft and controlled but quickly grow faster, louder, and wild.
I want to bring her all the pleasure in the world and punish her simultaneously. I slip two fingers inside her, and the most delicious gasp curls up her throat. I’m both pleased and want to punish her for feeling anything good.
As I thrust my fingers inside her, feeling her tightness grip me and her legs tighten around my face, I know I’m going to let her come. I need it as much as she does.
I lick faster over her swollen clit, sliding my fingers in and out of her rhythmically as she rocks her hips into me.