Nauti Temptress

by Lora Leigh

Page 22

 

  She was pushing him to an edge he’d never known before, one no other woman had ever pushed him to. As inexperienced as she was, as nervous as she had been starting out, she was destroying him now, moving her mouth up and down, suckling and licking and sending pulsing flares of incredible sensation racing through his cock.

  “Fuck, Eve. ” He couldn’t hold back the rough groan as the sensations threatened to send him exploding into her mouth. “Sweet baby. Sweet, sweet fucking Eve. ”

  Holding her head in place as his hands tightened in her hair, Brogan watched her face, watched the lush beauty of her mouth as he fucked it with slow, shallow thrusts.

  “Ah, yeah. Suck it, sweetheart. That’s it. ” His teeth clenched as her hold on his cock head tightened, the heat of her mouth drawing him closer to the edge of control.

  If he didn’t pull back he was going to come. He’d fill her mouth with every hot pulse of semen building in his balls. And though he would love nothing better than watching her take every spurt of his release, he wasn’t quite ready to give in to the sensations whipping through his senses.

  Pulling back from her, forcing her to release her hold on the engorged head of his cock, Brogan forced himself to ignore her moan of protest. If he heeded it, if he gave in to her, then the pleasure he had in store for her might well have to come another night.

  He had only one more night to give her before he had to tell her the truth.

  Cupping the back of her neck in his hand and pulling her to him, Brogan covered her lips with his again and consumed her kiss. Tilting his head, slanting his lips over hers, and devouring the pleasure to be found in her, he gave the lust burning in his veins full rein for just a second.

  God, he loved kissing her. Loved the way her lips moved beneath his, the way her fingers slid into his hair, gripping and holding tight to him. She trembled in his arms and moaned into his kiss, lost to the pleasure building between them.

  He loved her—no, he loved her kiss. He loved her touch. He loved her— He pushed the thought away, kissing his way from her lips, along her jaw, to the delicate line of her throat.

  Eve’s head tilted to the side, granting access to the graceful line as her lips found his shoulder and her nails dug into his biceps. He kissed, licked, marked the base of her neck, shocked by the groan of satisfaction that escaped his lips at the sight of the reddened love bite where her neck and shoulder met.

  Leaning back, Brogan framed her face with his hands and stared into her dazed expression.

  “So pretty,” he whispered, stroking his hands along her neck, shoulders, and then down her arms to her wrists. Slowly pulling her wrists behind her back, he lowered his lips to the upper curves of her breasts.

  Hunger, lust, and something more—something he didn’t recognize and couldn’t define—threatened to pull him under. Threatened to destroy his control and the pleasure he insisted on giving her.

  When this night was over he would have to tell her the truth. He had no choice. Pulling her into his life required that she know what his life was, and her part in it. And the chances of losing her once he did so were high. High enough that he had to attempt to tie her to him with pleasure.

  Brushing his beard over the hard tips of her breasts, he allowed his tongue to take a quick, flickering taste. Restraining her gently, he watched her expression, watched the pleasure building inside her.

  This was a high that could never be duplicated. It was a high more dangerous to a man’s soul than any found in a drug. Because this high chanced an addiction to not just the pleasure, but to the woman. And he was beginning to fear he had found the woman and the pleasure that could become an addiction impossible to live without.

  Parting his lips, still watching her, he lowered his mouth to the pebble-hard tip of her nipple.

  “Oh, God, Brogan,” she cried out, arching into him as desperation filled her voice and aching, imperative need filled her gaze.

  Ah, yes, he knew that pleasure rising inside her. The same pleasure he’d felt lashing at his cock as her mouth surrounded it and sucked it inside the damp heat.

  He drew on the engorged peak of her nipple, licking at it, watching her expression and feeling the tension rising in her—ah, God, yes. She could definitely become his addiction.

  His weakness.

  She could become his destruction.

  ELEVEN

  Explosive pleasure, flaring through her senses and rasping over sensitive nerve endings, screamed through her body. The feel of Brogan’s lips surrounding the tender tip of her nipple was throwing her senses into chaos. Whipping pinpoints of sensation struck at her clit, at the sensitive depths of her pussy. They burned through her, flickered across her flesh, and sent electric bursts of impending ecstasy rocketing through her.

  She arched to him, desperation filling her with the need to get closer to the heat of his body. She needed more, needed her nipple deeper in the fiery heat of his mouth. She couldn’t get close enough. She couldn’t still the demand raging through her body. Frantic, hungry lust built and burned to furious peaks, spilling her juices from the clenched depths of her pussy and drawing her body tight with pleasure.

  “Please. Oh, God. Brogan, please,” she cried out, feeling her senses spinning as her breath caught at the sensations thrumming through her clit and making her pussy clench.

  Releasing her nipple from the devouring grip of his mouth, Brogan turned his attention to its mate.

  “I love your nipples,” he crooned, brushing his beard against the hard, incredibly sensitive peak. “The feel of them, the sweet taste of them. ”

  He surrounded the hard tip with his mouth, and heat shot from the throbbing peak to pierce her womb before striking at the pulsing bud of her clitoris.

  “Brogan. Damn you . . . ” Straining at the hold he had on her, Eve felt herself becoming consumed by the needs racing through her body.

  Excitement and adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream and laid waste to her ability to hold any part of herself back; pleasure rushed through her system again. Holding her relentlessly in his grip, Brogan sent torturous pleasure whipping through her with his touch, melting her, consuming her ability to function without him.

  When his head drew back she could only moan at the loss of his touch as she attempted to push her breasts to him once again.

  “I’m going to release your arms, Eve,” he told her, staring into her eyes as she forced them open. “Don’t touch me, understand?”

  She could only shake her head, confused now.

  “I need to touch you, Brogan,” she whispered, breathless and aching with such force it was like being tortured from the inside out.

  She loved the feel of his body. The warmth and strength of him were a stable port in a chaotic storm of sensation.

  “Not tonight. ” He grimaced. “My control is shot, Eve. ”

  “Then don’t wait. ” She reached for him, pouting when he caught her hands again.

  Holding them at the wrists, he stared back at her with dominant intent. “Eve, I could always tie you to the bed. ”

  Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  Gripping her wrists in one hand again, he lowered the other, trailing it along her thigh before sliding it between them and quickly wedging them apart.

  “I’ve dreamed of eating your hot little pussy,” he growled. “So yes, sweetheart, I damned well would tie you to the bed. ”

  The first sentence hadn’t passed his lips before Eve was breathing roughly, more of her juices flooding her pussy and spilling to the swollen folds beyond.

  “Want me to do that to you, Eve?” he asked softly, knowingly, as his finger touched her, slowly easing through the saturated slit.

  Her hips jerked, the sensations tearing through her pussy, jerking through her body like bolts of electric energy.

  “Ah, you do like that,” he crooned.

  Hold
ing her gaze, he returned his finger to where it had been, the tip stroking upward this time to circle the swollen bud of her clit and dragging a harsh, desperate cry from her lips.

  A second later he removed his touch again, staring up at her, demand filling his expression. “No touching me, agreed?”

  “Fine. Agreed,” she breathed out roughly.

  He released her slowly. “Lie back on the bed. ”

  Oh, God, oh, God. This was going to be so good. She could feel excitement racing through her veins and searing her body.

  Lying back, lifting her arms above her head, she breathed in hard and deep.

  “Come to the edge of the bed,” he urged her, his hands at her hips to help her scoot forward until her hips were braced on the side of the bed.

  Slowly he opened her thighs, spreading them wide as Eve fought to breathe through the anticipation.

  “So fucking pretty,” he whispered, his finger easing through the bare folds again, sliding heatedly through the gathering juices.

  “Brogan, please don’t torture me,” she whispered, her fingers clenching in the blanket above her head. “I’ve waited too long. ”

  She’d waited so long for him.

  “I’m going to enjoy this,” he promised, his lips pressing to her thigh as she jerked in reaction. “Just let it have you, Eve. Let me have you. Let me give you all the pleasure you’ve waited for. ”

  All the pleasure she’d waited for?

  Could she bear it?

  No.

  She couldn’t.

  The first heated kiss to the swollen bud of her clit had her crying out as his head lifted. Her hips jerked, lifting to him as the first warning pulse of her orgasm began rippling through her.

  “No. Damn you, Brogan, don’t stop. ” The breathless demand came out as a desperate cry.

  Gripping her hips, he controlled her movements easily as she tried to press closer to his mouth once again.

  Easing his tongue through the swollen folds, he licked at her flesh, tasting the slick, wet heat spilling from her. Heated kisses along the bare folds stole her breath. As he lifted her feet to the narrow edge of the platform to open her more fully to him, her breath caught.

  His tongue glided through the narrow slit, licking and probing as he moved lower. The rasp of his licking strokes moving over the sensitive flesh had her hips lifting to him. The needs assailing her were so unfamiliar they were impossible to anticipate. She couldn’t hold back. Second by second she could feel more and more of herself becoming lost to this man.

  Gasping, fighting to breathe through the building sensations, Eve couldn’t help the cries falling from her lips. She couldn’t hold back the burning, building pleasure of her cries.

  Her pussy contracted in spasming waves as his tongue flicked around the clenched, weeping entrance of her sex. Quick, heated licks of his tongue lapped at the juices falling from her.

  She screamed.

  Brogan’s tongue plunged inside her pussy, suddenly fucking into the delicate tissue, rasping around it as the sensitive flesh and clenched muscles clamped down in an effort to keep him inside her. The fierce impalement, the heated internal licks and sure stimulation of her nerve endings sent her hurtling through an explosion that completely devastated her senses.

  Ecstasy tore through her. Her hips lifted, her hands jerking from above her head to bury themselves in his hair, clutching the strands, holding on tight, holding him to her. Eve’s release swept through her.

  His tongue pumped inside her, even through the brilliant explosions tearing her apart. Her pussy clenched and rippled, clamped down as heat surged from the depths of her cunt. Ecstasy sent her juices spilling to his tongue, explosions radiating through her as she cried out his name.

  Shuddering, fighting to breathe, Eve sobbed beneath the overwhelming release, barely aware of Brogan moving, his hands forcing her fingers from his hair as she shuddered again.

  She couldn’t imagine a greater pleasure, a more sweeping release. She didn’t believe she could survive it—until she became aware of the fiery, stretching invasion of her sex.

  Her eyes opened, her gaze centering between her thighs. There, the head of his cock buried inside her as the slick folds of her flesh embraced the wide shaft.