Willa scrambled to sit up, but he tugged her to the edge of the mattress, flashing a warning look. His knees hit the carpet and he draped her thighs over his shoulders. “There’s no way in hell I’m not getting a taste this time.”
He nuzzled the soft skin of her inner thigh, barely grazing her with his lips and tongue. Her essence swirled in his nose, baby powder and feminine musk. Desire and hunger sang through his veins, making his saliva pool and his cock hard as steel. Willa quivered, her breath quickening. He sensed that she expected him to dive immediately between her legs, and with the sweetness of her arousal teasing him, it was beyond tempting to live up to her expectations. But there was a lot to be said for building the anticipation, getting her hot and wet and aching for the thrust of his tongue and cock.
With that objective in mind, he let her legs fall from their perch on his collarbone and began unbuttoning her blouse. Thankfully all of yesterday’s practice helped him manage the feat with far less difficulty this go round. With her top disposed of, he unhooked her bra, peeling the lacey cups back to reveal the beckoning creaminess of her breasts. He played his fingertips across her nipples, watching them pebble in response to his touch.
“Max, please.”
He met Willa’s pleading stare. “Please what?”
“Put your mouth on me.”
“Where?”
“I don’t care.” She squirmed, her cheeks flushed. “Everywhere. Just…end my misery. Please.”
Much as he enjoyed the idea of testing the limits of her patience until she was strung out with need and begging him to take her, there was no possible way he could hold strong in the face of her desire.
And then there was the lure of her nipples to consider. The tight little buds were a luscious treat no mortal man could resist. Bending forward, he swirled his tongue over one rosy crest. Willa moaned, her fingers ruffling through his hair. She tasted like sugar and spice—an intoxicating blend he could easily become addicted to. He plumped her breasts with his hands, laving their peaks until her nipples were swollen and glistening. Incoherent murmurs spilled from Willa, and her nails lightly raked his scalp, encouraging him to explore more of her silky skin.
Scooting lower, he blazed a slow trail down her torso, kissing the soft valley of her abdomen. She giggled and writhed when he traced lazy circles around her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue. Tossing her a grin, he journeyed farther in the southbound lane, coming to rest between the V of her thighs.
Her arousal soaked the crotch of her bikini. He rubbed his mouth over the fabric, prompting a frustrated groan from them both.
“Lick me. Please. I—I need your tongue on me. In me.”
With a growl, he bunched the delicate white lace in his fist and gave a determined tug. The elastic bands broke, leaving her vulnerable and exposed—and completely at his mercy. Grasping her hips, he lifted her, wrapping her legs behind his head as he buried his mouth in her pussy. A cry ripped from Willa. The sound, along with the taste of her honeyed flesh, came dangerously close to making him come in his pants like a wet-behind-the-ears teenager. Fumbling with his fly, he freed his cock, squeezing the base until the danger zone passed. Narrowing all of his focus on Willa, he sucked on the delicate folds of her labia, his tongue burrowing into her slit. She undulated against him, riding his mouth, taking her pleasure.
It was beyond fucking hot.
Dragging his tongue through her wetness, he found her clit peeking from beneath its hood, swollen and begging for some proper devotion. More than happy to oblige, he latched onto the slippery nubbin and pulsed it with his tongue, over and over, until Willa was shaking and sobbing. She broke on a wail, coming with hard spasms that rocked her body. He continued lapping at her, relishing her taste and the aftershocks trembling through her, but eventually she pulled away and tore at his clothes. With clumsy fingers, he yanked his crew neck over his head and kicked off his shoes while Willa shoved at his pants. She laughed. “This time I’ll even let you take them completely off. Generous of me, no?”
Chuckling, he shucked them the rest of the way free, along with his briefs. A wicked sparkle lighting her eyes, Willa stared at his cock and licked her lips. Before she could make a grab for him, he flipped her onto her stomach. Giving a startled yelp, she attempted to wiggle across the bed. He pounced on top of her. Careful not to smother her with his weight, he banded his arms around her middle and playfully bit the side of her neck. “Nuh-uh. You’re going nowhere.”
He noticed the choppy, staccato beat of her breaths and the speeding of her pulse. The predatory beast existing within him cataloged the telltale signs, a powerful surge of victory coursing through him. She was excited. More than likely from being pinned down and helpless. “You were a bad girl running away from me this morning. Now you’ll hafta suffer the consequences.”
“W-what consequences?”
“Any damn thing I wanna do to you.”
Stirring restlessly beneath him, Willa gave a wispy moan. His hand moved lower, encountering the slickness of her pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you? Fill you full of my cock?” She whimpered and he deliberately rubbed his shaft along her dripping slit. “I’m gonna bury myself so deep, you won’t remember what it was like never having me inside you.”
“Max…” Her plea trickled into a gasp as he nudged into her slit. He pumped deeper, the angle of penetration stretching her snug around him, like a glove encasing him in liquid heat. Already primed past his limits, the feel of her clasping him tight pushed his arousal over the edge.
“You’re so warm and wet, baby.” Repositioning his hand so her clit would ride his fingers with every pump of his hips, he kissed the side of her neck. The tiny vaginal muscles gripping him rippled, and he intensified his strokes and his suction on her neck. Judging from the increasing volume and frequency of her moans, he was hitting all of her sweet spots. He hadn’t missed how she’d nearly come apart when they’d made out in her car. Sometimes it more than paid off being observant of such things.
He shafted her deep, grinding her against his hand. With his mouth locked on her neck, he felt the exact moment her shaky scream escaped the prison of her throat. She chanted his name in sobbing gasps, the sound echoing in his ears as her pussy milked him. Sweat rolling into his eyes, he rode out the fierce waves of her orgasm, wanting nothing more than to keep fucking her. But even as he hung on to that desperate thought, his balls tightened in warning of his own approaching release. It slammed into him, tearing a strangled roar from his chest. He shook with the force of it, his come jetting from him in endless spurts, leaving him with the dazed conviction that he’d drained his very soul into Willa.
Sometime later, a pinch on his ass broke him from a sound snooze.
“You know, you have this interesting habit of falling asleep immediately after sex with me.”
Grinning, he rolled off Willa but kept her snuggled in his arms. “Only because you have a habit of tuckering me out.”
She wrinkled her nose in a way that made him consider tugging her beneath him again and going for round two. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Like what?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Hot, sexy and all sweaty from my lovemaking?”
“Yes.” A cute blush crept across her cheekbones. “I’m not exactly what you’d call a wild woman. It’s not even like me to let a guy get to second base until we’ve dated for at least a couple of weeks, and only if I really like him.”