Full Throttle (Black Knights Inc. #7)(65)

She gasped. The pleasure was so intense she lost track of time and place. She had no idea where she was, no clue how long his sexual assault went on, how many minutes had passed since he’d begun her…education. All she knew was, if he kept that up, it was going to be over soon. And while one part of her lamented that, another part of her—a much stronger part—yearned for it. She needed release so badly. She hurt so—

“Oh, God!” she cried. Because right at that moment he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion inside her, caressing some hidden patch of nerves she’d never known existed. And like the lightning that blazed through the paper-thin cracks of the hut, she exploded…

*

Steady had never tasted anything as sweet as Abby’s release. Salty and sexy, her flavor was one hundred percent pure, healthy woman. As she bucked and heaved, her nails digging into his scalp, the prick of pain just added to his pleasure, making his dick pulse heavily. And he’d never heard anything sexier than his name on her lips. She said it over and over again as her inner walls clamped and released his fingers so forcefully they ground his knuckles together.

Continuing to stroke and lick, he drank her in. Her essence, her passion. He consumed her until his senses were overcome, his entire being overwhelmed. And as the last remnants of orgasm rolled through her, he was tempted to rip open his fly, grab the base of his dick, and thrust inside that fiery slick body of hers. Just stroke and rut and screw until his own climax burst from him.

But…that would come later. Because no matter how much he might be tempted to assuage the ache in his balls, the painful stretch of his dick, he had other fantasies to fulfill. Fantasies of showing Abby more of the things he’d learned. Fantasies of taking her up that mountain of pleasure again and holding her there. Making her beg him to let her take the leap.

When her inner muscles stopped spasming, he slowly, carefully slid his fingers from her. A growl rumbled through his chest when, at the last moment, her body clenched around the tips of his digits. As if her sex didn’t want him to go.

“Jesús Cristo, Abby,” he breathed, placing a kiss to the tiny, baby-soft patch of trimmed blond hair at the top of her sex, then moving to plant one on the inside of her silky thigh. He breathed deep the musky aroma of sexy, sated woman as the rain continued to pound on the roof, keeping them cocooned inside the dry safety of the hut. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.”

She didn’t answer him as he climbed up her body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the way. One to her hip where her bone stretched her delicate skin tight. One to her cute oval belly button. One to her right breast that had her breath catching at the back of her throat. One to her left that had her moaning and fisting her hands tighter in his hair. And the last one he placed on her slack mouth.

Grinning against her lips, he reveled in his power over her, his ability to give her the kind of pleasure that left her dazed and disoriented. Then, holding himself above her, he watched her eyes slowly open. Her pupils were so dilated he could barely make out the misty green of her irises. Then the lovely, adorable, sexy woman caught her lower lip between her teeth and grinned.

“That was…” She cleared her throat, shaking her head as she continued to catch her breath. “It was just…wow.”

Oh, Abby. Delightful, delectable Abby. “I’d say that about sums it up,” he chuckled before resealing their lips.

Her tongue met his eagerly yet lazily. And since he’d become a man, since the moment he realized sex didn’t have to be hot and heavy and over in a few minutes, he’d come to like this part the best. When his lover was sated and languorous. When she was soft and fulfilled. Because the beautiful thing about a woman’s body was that it didn’t need time to recover like a man’s did. But the challenge was figuring out how to bring her back up, push her higher, past the pinnacle once again.

The good Madre Maria knows I love a good challenge…

And he figured with Abby he’d start with her nipples. He’d noticed how sensitive they were. How caressing them made her back bow and her neck arch. He hadn’t spent much time on them earlier because he could tell fondling them, licking them made her too hot too quickly. And he’d wanted to draw out her orgasmic torture that first time. But now, now he figured it was the perfect opportunity to give them the attention they deserved.

Gently pulling his mouth from hers, he peppered her throat and chest with kisses before lazily catching her left nipple between his teeth. And as he’d expected, she gasped. Her back curving, a lovely little moan sounding in her throat.

With infinite, hard-won patience he suckled her, licking and laving and biting first one hard, pebbled peak, and then the next. Soon she was writhing beneath him, her breaths coming fast and hot, and had he still been sixteen, he would have pumped a fist. He was right. Abby’s delicate breasts were the key to her libido.

Thank Dios! Because he was on fire, so horny his patience was quickly fraying. And before he lost control completely, before he allowed himself the ultimate pleasure of sinking into her little body, there was one more thing he wanted from her. One more thing he needed from her to make all of his fantasies come true.

Loving the sucking sound her nipple made as it popped free of his lips, he pushed to his knees, going to work on his belt and thigh holster. Carefully laying his weapon to the side, and not so carefully tossing his belt away, he stood to unlace his boots and shuck his cargo pants and boxers. Abby watched it all with soft, sparkling eyes. And when he towered above her, completely naked, he saw her swallow involuntarily.