Fatal Strike (McClouds & Friends #10)(63)

She still yanked on his hair, but she wasn’t trying to pull him away from herself, and she was making those sounds, trembling and jerking, lifting herself against his sliding, thrusting tongue. He explored every delicate detail of her * with his tongue, all spread out and shining, flowerlike gradations of pink and rose and scarlet, whenever he managed to move his mouth far enough away to focus on it visually. That soft-focus flush of arousal fogged his brain to madness. And her clit, taut against his tongue. He trilled it, suckled it. Yum.

He’d always liked going down, had thought it was juicy and sexy and fun, but he’d never had his mind blown by it like this. She was so f*cking beautiful, every detail of her. He licked and laved and suckled voraciously at her until she came, and came . . . and still, he stayed, mouth pressed to her juicy slit, wallowing in bliss while she jerked and sobbed through the shuddering waves of pleasure. Every shining little pulse, throbbing straight through his own body.

And she hadn’t even done her mind thing. She wasn’t even inside.

She was more than wet enough at that point, for anything he might have dreamed up, but he was having such a great time where he was, lapping up yummy girl juice, he just kept at it, following her sounds, her sighs, the quivers against his delving tongue, until he brought her off again.

He shifted, wiping his mouth and crawled up the bed to poise himself over her, folding her legs up high. She was so graceful, so pretty. Every part of her. Her smiling lips, her soft, dazed eyes. Open and willing and trusting. Her hands on his chest. Pulling him.

Wow. She made the word, but no sound came out.

“Glad you like it,” he said. “I’m going to be doing a whole lot of that. You’re so small. Delicate. You’ll need lots of licking.”

“I’m not delicate,” she said.

“Then I’ll just have to come up with some other excuse to spend hours with my head between your legs. Lose the shirt.”

He helped her tug the shirt up, and pulled her up, too, piling pillows behind her until she was halfway upright.

“Watch us,” he said.

Her gaze darted down, to his hugely enthusiastic cock, beet red with eagerness to get down to business. “Okay,” she murmured.

He wrapped her hands around his cock, and covered them with his own. They played with it together, leisurely strokes of his cockhead, up and down her slit. Sliding inside, but not too much, just a teasing push, and then up again, to swirl over and around her clit, like a tongue licking. Up, down, around, little wet sounds in the silence. Until he was shiny and hot with her lube, until she was squirming, trying to maneuver herself so she could force him deeper inside.

He held her firm. “Get inside me first,” he told her.

She laughed, her cheeks hot pink. “That sounds kinky. It’s hard, when you’re, ah . . .” She gestured down at his cock. He slid it a little bit deeper, and pushed, until he encountered resistance.

“In,” he said again. “You might as well get used to doing it when I make love to you.”

“Oh, really?” Her giggles were breathless, jerky. “Why is that?”

“I like you in there,” he said. “Like a Chinese box. You, inside. Me, inside. Makes my balls practically explode.”

“That state seems to come pretty naturally to you.”

“Just do it.” His voice was rough. “I need it.”

She closed her eyes, pulling her soft lower lip between her teeth, and concentrated.

He hung onto his self-control and kept petting her, nudging himself deeper inside. Twist, swirl, and stroke. Twist, swirl, and stroke. She whimpered, squirming for more, but he held back, waiting.

“Concentrate,” he whispered.

“I’m trying, but you’re making it harder,” she complained.

“Technically speaking, you’re the one making it harder,” he said. “That’s your job. I’m trying to make it softer.”

“Oh stop it, smart-ass.” She wiggled, gasping, and then—

Ah. It lit up, that sensation inside, a shining glow in the Lara place. Every time, she did it quicker. It made his cock swell and his balls ache, and his throat twist up. His chest felt hot.

“Yeah,” he muttered, hoarsely. “Do that. Stay there. Right there.”

She placed her hands on his chest, like she was bracing herself, and the words scrolled on the screen inside.

ur different this time. ur vibe. its changed.

He circled her clit with his thumb, pushing deeper. ?? he replied.

all commanding whoa

that a problem 4 u? Another slow swirl, twist . . . and a deeper thrust made her gasp.

dont know yet.

tell me when u do know. He bore down and drove deep inside.

They cried out, together at the slick, plush caress of her perfect body. His cock, hugged, squeezed, and loved by every quivering muscle inside her. He pressed the mouth of her womb. Stroking, swiveling, pulsing. Finding the inner places that lit up. The mind connection intensified his awareness, making his pleasure hers.

He set a slow, surging rhythm. They clutched each other, breathless, staring down at the point of contact, where his thick flushed shaft slid inside, and then dragged slowly out, gleaming wet and caressed by her soft folds. Surging, thrusting.

“Look at you,” she whispered. “Master of all that you survey.”