This fingertip retreated only to return, the impalement burning through her senses with the addition of a second.
Calloused, firm, he worked them deeper inside her, rubbing against the sensitive tissue with wicked expertise.
Easing inside her, Stygian parted his fingers, sending electric pulses of pure sensation racing through the intimate flesh. Fiery arcs of pleasure raced through the delicate muscles he was impaling, drawing a ragged moan from her as her vagina clenched desperately around his fingers.
“Feel how tight you are around my fingers? So sweet and tight. When you clench around my dick like that, it’s all I can do to keep from coming the second I get inside you.”
A moan of rising pleasure broke free of her lips as his fingers retreated only to return with a deeper, harder impalement.
Sensation burned through her. Fingers of erotic, blinding pleasure tore across every nerve ending in her body. Each stroke of his fingers through the clenching, snug tissue sent waves of pleasure rushing to her clit and clenching her womb.
“So pretty.” His voice was a ragged, primal growl at her ear. “I love seeing your face as you take me, Liza.” His fingers worked harder inside her, fucking her with just enough force to build the rising hunger sharper inside her.
His lips stroked down her neck, his tongue licking over the sensitive mating mark before blazing a trail of pleasure to her pebble-hard nipples awaiting the touch of his lips once again.
When it came, the moist heat surrounded the tight peak, sucking it with firm deep draws of his mouth as his tongue licked and tasted the tormented bud.
His fingers pushed inside her, sliding free of the clenched grip of her pussy, returning to stroke her ever closer to the edge of release.
Hips writhing against the penetration of his fingers, her lips parted, panting for air, Liza forced her eyes open to stare into Stygian’s.
“Not yet,” she whispered desperately as the pleasure began to reach a critical peak. “Please, Stygian. Not yet.”
The strokes eased, stilled, until he was filling her, keeping her poised on the edge of release.
“Ah baby, you’re so close,” he murmured. “I could throw you right over the edge. Feel you as you come around my fingers.”
“I want to feel you.” Sliding her hands to his chest, she pulled at the first button of his shirt, then the second.
Her vagina involuntarily clenched around his fingers, the spill of moisture slickening her further as she fought to find more than solitary pleasure.
“God, Liza.” His free hand slid to her hip, gripping it firmly as she slid her hand to the bare warmth of his chest.
“I want to feel all of you.” She moved to the next button, fighting to breathe, fighting not to come as he stroked ultrasensitive tissue with just the tips of two fingers. “Please, Stygian.”
Slowly, so very slowly his fingers slid free of the clenched depths of her sex. With both hands, he gripped the edges of his shirt and jerked.
Buttons popped from the fabric and flew in all directions. The rending of the material before he tossed it carelessly to the floor had a thoroughly feminine smile of sensual smugness curling her lips.
Hers.
He was just hers.
Lifting her body from his, her fingers went to his belt and quickly loosened it. Pulling at the metal tabs that secured the denim, she had his jeans open as his hands joined the battle to push them below his hips.
The heavy length of his cock rose between them, the broad head flushed dark, the heavily veined stalk throbbing imperatively as Liza stroked her hand from tip to base and back again.
Lips parted, her gaze still locked with his, Liza lifted against him. With one hand steadying the broad length of his cock, she rested her head against the side of his, her lips at his ear as she lowered herself against him.
The head of his erection pressed against the snug entrance. Within seconds, the pulse of pre-cum ejaculated from the tip and sent a rush of sensual warmth to heat her pussy.
His arms wrapped around her, holding closer as her hands slid to his shoulders, her fingers curling against his powerful shoulders as his hips began to move, to lift to her. Hard hands held her hips steady, moving her, helping her to take him in small, stretching increments as mewls of pleasure rasped in her throat.
“Yes,” the low, desperate cry slipped from her lips. “Hold me, Stygian. Oh God, don’t let me go.”
“Never,” he growled as his hips jerked in a hard, shallow thrust, forcing his cock deeper.
Slick, wet, her pussy clasped the iron-hard intruder as Liza began to move with him, riding him slow, easy, taking him inch by inch until the thick shaft was lodged fully inside her, stretching her with erotic strength.
Striking impulses of ecstatic pleasure raced through her.
Moving above him, rising and falling as sensation after sensation began to suffuse her senses, Liza gave herself to the spiraling flight to ecstasy and the mate moving beneath her with fierce upward strokes of his hips.
Primal and intense. Erotic and raging with a sensuality impossible to overcome, each upward thrust of his cock stroked, caressed, rasped against tender flesh and sent sparks of pleasure so heated, so filled with sharp, burning bursts of rapture that there was no resisting it.
No resisting the rapid, spiraling flight to the center of raging, exquisite bliss.
Exploding around her, inside her, the pleasure detonated with a force that stole her breath.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as Liza lowered her head, her lips parting, teeth locking in the hard muscle at the bend of his neck as his incisors bit into the mating mark left on hers.
A growl sounded at her ear, fierce and filled with primal dominance, as Liza felt herself sinking into the waves of sensation that electrified, exploded over and over, and sent a rush of fiery ecstasy tearing through her again and again, until she was left shuddering in his arms. The feel of the additional swelling in his cock locking him inside her as he spilled his release was another sensual rush of violent sensation that sent another, lesser explosion tearing through her.
It was like being surrounded by pleasure—plugged into pure sensation and feeling it racing beneath her flesh, through her veins, sizzling around her clit and streaking through her pussy.
Locked in his arms, she whispered his name, so intent on the sensations that she forgot to hold back the emotion.
“I love you.” She sighed breathlessly as the final pulse of pleasure shuddered through her. “Oh God, Stygian, I love you.”
And she did.
She loved him breathlessly, completely.
While she hadn’t been looking, he had stolen her heart, and she knew there was no chance of ever getting it back and being the same again.
Now, she only hoped she could survive it.
“I love you.” He kissed her temple gently before moving.
A sharp breath of reaction parted her lips at the rush of pleasure when he pulled from her. Still partially erect, his cock caressed across violently sensitive nerve endings, sending a rush of pleasure sizzling through her before it abated once again, sated for the moment.
“Lie here a second, babe.” He laid her on the bed before shedding his jeans completely and moving to the bathroom.
Returning moments later, he cleaned the slick, wet proof of their arousal from her thighs and the folds of her pussy with a damp cloth. Then drying her gently, he pulled the blankets over her before moving back to the bathroom.
The sound of water running brought a smile to her face.
When he returned to the bed and slid beneath the blankets with her, Liza curled against his chest, needing his warmth, needing him holding her. Feeling his hand sift through her hair, his fingertips rubbing against her scalp, Liza let herself sink into the comfort he was offering.