Still fisting him, she took him into her mouth. Heat and moisture surrounded him, enveloped him. Head thrown back, he let his eyes slide closed.
Oh, yee-ha.
He tangled his uninjured hand in her hair. “Hell yeah, baby, that’s good.”
With a quick pinch on his thigh, she let him go. “I’m not your baby. Find another endearment.”
Humor spiked in him, tempering the raging need somewhat. “Honey, sweetheart, sugar…whatever you like.”
“I’m not much for love names, period, Hardison.” She twirled her tongue about him once more, like he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot day. “Although I like the way honey drips off your…lips.”
He laughed, and she chose that moment to take him to the back of her throat.
“Madeline,” he gasped, barely controlling the urge to lunge forward. His fingers tightened in her thick tresses, pulling.
She pinched him again. “Careful,” she mumbled around the head of his dick.
“Bossy, aren’t you?” The words came out on a strangled moan. Hell, she was killing him, with that slow spin of her tongue, the playful scrape of teeth, the way she took him deep then sucked the head, making him hurt with need, then slowing him down so he buzzed with a simmer of wanting.
“Mm-hmm.” She slowed on him, nails a light abrasion on his balls. Under her easy teasing, they tightened, desire rippling up into his belly and out to his bloodstream. If she didn’t stop that…
“Damn, honey, you’re dangerous.” He eased away and tugged her up, covering her lips with his. Dipping his tongue into her mouth, he skimmed the straps down her arms and fumbled with the back until the clasp sprang free. The silky little bit of nothing fell to the floor. He cupped her breasts, the rounded flesh filling his palms, and flicked his thumbs over hardened nipples.
“Oh, that’s nice too,” she murmured. She moved, shimmying out of jeans, until she was naked and pressed against him, belly nudging his erection while he toyed and played with the stiff peaks, tugging, kneading, pulling.
One arm wrapped around her waist, he caught a reddened nipple between his lips, nibbling, sucking. She arched, rubbing against him. “Yes, like that. Just like that.”
With a groan of approval, he lifted her against him and took the two long steps to the bed, stretching her across it, never taking his mouth from her breast. She dug her hands into his hair and shifted beneath him, panting.
“You’re strong. I like that.” She bowed into him, damp curls sliding along his belly. “Fuck me.”
Yeah, she was bossy. He liked that too. But she probably needed to know up front that he’d followed all the orders he was going to back during his military days. “Not yet.”
“Ash—”
“I said not yet.” He pressed open kisses down her belly, holding her hips and ignoring the throbbing at his stitches.
“I mean it.” Her thighs fell open and she gripped his hair, trying to pull him back up. “Fuck me now, hard.”
“Not…” he nipped the inside of her thigh, spreading her vulva and sliding his thumb along her wet folds, “…yet.”
He dropped his head, tasting her, and she moaned, twisting beneath him. He held her hips, keeping her still while he toyed with her clit with his teeth, sank his tongue inside her, savoring her. She pulled his hair, and he winced, tapped her hip.
“Not so hard, honey.”
“Very hard.” She pulled again, gasping and pushing into him. “Get up here. I want you inside me.”
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