When the flick of his tongue dances across my seam, I let out a sigh, gripping a handful of sheets. He teases a finger down my slit before taking another taste, and another. With his corded steel arms hooked around my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed, lowering himself to his knees and making a meal out of me.
I’m flushed with arousal, high as a kite on anticipation as he devours me, taking his time and bringing me to the edge and back more times than I can count.
It’s getting harder to fight the wave that wants to wash over me, each peak growing more intense than the one before. Finally I reach below, placing my hand over his, and I release a surrendered breath.
His heat leaves my thighs and he rises over me, his hand moving to his belt. I sit up to help him, my fingers tugging on his zipper, my hands grazing the swollen bulge in his suit pants. He lowers his mouth against mine, depositing a biting kiss that tastes like my arousal and his sweet tongue all at once.
My heart ricochets as I take his veined cock in my hands a moment later, pumping the length as he stares deep into my eyes. A second later, I bring myself to the floor, the hotel carpet rough against my knees, and I take him in my mouth.
Talon moans, his hands making fists in my hair, and I take him deeper, faster.
“I can’t wait another fucking minute, Irie,” he says.
I wipe the corner of my mouth, gazing up at him.
“I have to have you.” He takes my hand, helping me back to the bed, climbing over me. “I have to have you right now.”
He presses my thighs apart, settling between them and running his finger along my slit before pressing it gently inside me. I squirm with his touch, my mind impatient but my body responsive, and I bite my lower lip.
“I don’t have a condom, Irie,” he says, exhaling.
“What?” I sit up on my elbows, squinting at him through the dim light.
“Believe it or not, I don’t carry them with me.”
“You don’t use them or …”
“I don’t sleep around,” he says. “I haven’t been with anyone since my freshman year, since before I saw you.”
The heat from my naked body teases the heat from his. We’re so close—yet so far away.
“I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom,” I tell him. “Have you?”
“Never.”
I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this but given the fact that I just finished my period three days ago, I think it’s safe to say I’m not ovulating anytime soon.
“Do you … do you want to just … pull out?” I propose.
He worries the inner corner of his lip. “Are you sure? You sure you’re okay with that?”
I nod, slow. “I am if you are.”
His gaze holds on mine for what feels like forever, and then he settles between me, his hands running up my thighs as his throbbing cock presses against my sex. Bracing myself, I swallow the lump in my throat and wrap my legs around him. With a hand around the base of his dick, he guides himself into my wetness, slowly, inch by inch.
Talon exhales as he fills me to the hilt, the pain of the initial stretch morphing into sheer pleasure as my body accepts his. I dig my nails into his back as he settles into a rhythm, stopping to steal a kiss every so often. His cock is warm inside me, velvet soft, setting every last nerve ending on fire with want.
“God, you feel so good,” he says, his voice breathy against my ear. “I could stay inside you all night …”
My body shudders as I fight off another intoxicating wave I’m not ready to ride yet. Heat sears through my body in flashes and a fullness floods my center. It’s a strange feeling. Distinct. Almost indescribable.
I never had this with Trey—or anyone else for that matter.
I’m guessing this is what it feels like to sleep with someone you love, someone who loves you.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair as my hips buck against him, thrust for thrust.
Biting my lip, I squeeze my eyes as he drives into me faster, harder, deeper.
I should be one hundred percent focused on this moment, but already I’m thinking of round two.
And there will be a round two.
Maybe even a three …
We’re supposed to fly out in the morning.
Looks like we’ll be doing most of our sleeping on the plane.
Chapter 34
Talon
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” Irie says, wrapped in my bedsheets. It’s the first Monday of spring break—which puts the biggest stupid smile on my face because it means one full week of having Irie all to myself, no classes, no quizzes, nothing but time on our hands. “Told Brynn I’d meet her for lunch today.”