Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(44)

Taking him by surprise, she shoved at his head. “You’re killing me,” she rasped out. Her body writhed under his in the most sensual way, her legs clenching around his waist, her grip tight.

She was basically rubbing herself against him, looking for a release—one he was going to give her with his mouth, fingers, cock.

He moved down to her belly, layered more kisses along the flat plane of her stomach as she lifted her hips, silently begging him for more.

She might be a virgin but she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He wondered if she’d ever had someone go down on her, but didn’t want to ask for a multitude of reasons. This time was just about them.

Crouched between her legs, he kept his gaze pinned to hers as he hooked his finger in her panties and began dragging them down her smooth, tanned legs. She had fine, pale blonde hair on her mound. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “Say the words.” Because he needed to hear them. Some primal part of him wanted her to spell it out.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Kiss me.”

“Where?” He wasn’t sure why he was pushing, but he wanted to hear the word on her lips. He’d push her more, later, once she was ready. For now, he just wanted to hear—

“My *.” She whispered the words, as if someone might overhear.

He jerked at hearing the words roll off her tongue, wanted to capture her mouth again and plunge right into her, but first…

He inhaled her sweet scent as he ran a finger down her slick folds. She was soaked, and the knowledge did something primal to him. She made him feel like a f*cking caveman with the need to claim her, to make sure everyone knew that this sensual woman was his.

Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over the tiny bud already swollen and peeking out from her folds.

She jerked against him, a shudder racking her.

“So sensitive,” he murmured before teasing her with his tongue again, this time with more pressure.

Her hips rolled against his face as he continued kissing and licking her clit. The moaning sounds she made were the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. She wasn’t acting. This wasn’t a show for him. This was her completely enjoying herself. Her fingers dug into his head and he savored the nip of pain.

When he finally slid a finger inside her, he shuddered at her slickness. She was so damn reactive and this was all for him. He knew he shouldn’t care that she’d never been with anyone, and if she had, he wouldn’t have given a shit. But to know he was going to be her first made him crazy.

Made him feel honored in a way he was certain he didn’t deserve.

But he could be the right man for her. That he knew with a bone-deep certainty. He could give her everything she wanted, take care of her, keep her safe. He knew that no one was entirely safe but he’d make damn sure she had the best of everything.

As he slid another finger into her, she groaned. “Viktor, more. Please.” The sweet way she begged made him crazy.

He decided to stop teasing. She was so wet she’d be able to take him fully. But he needed her to come first. She had to have pleasure before that pain. He wouldn’t allow anything else.

Increasing the pressure of his tongue, he circled her pulsing clit, relished the way she writhed against his face, her cries growing louder as he teased her. He moved his fingers in and out of her, her tight sheath clenching around his fingers quicker and quicker.

She was close.

He needed her to come. Needed it so bad he was practically shaking.

“Oh… Oh, Viktor…” Her back arched and she dropped her hands from his head, clenching those fingers—the ones he’d imagined wrapped around his cock too many times—into the covers.

He tweaked her clit with just a little more pressure. She was so close. Her inner walls tightened around him faster and faster and he knew the exact moment before she was about to fall over the edge.

Her entire body tightened right before she cried out and let go. His fingers grew even slicker as she found her release. He savored the little ripples of her tight * as she reached orgasm.

Lifting his head, he watched her ride through it. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks and chest flushed pink as she continued coming. Eventually she stilled against the covers, her breathing erratic as she opened her eyes to look at him.

Her lips curved up in a sensual smile of pure bliss, looking thoroughly satisfied. “That was amazing,” she murmured, instantly reaching for him.

The way she moved for him, her arms outstretched, made his heart swell until he felt it would explode.

He stripped off his shirt and pants, getting undressed in record time. He grabbed a condom from his pocket but she frowned at it and sat up as he crawled back into the bed.

He was rock hard, his cock jutting out so thick and heavy that for the first time in his life he wished he was a little smaller.

She took the condom from him and tossed it away as she grasped his hard length. “I’m on the pill and I don’t want a barrier between us the first time.”

He couldn’t believe she was putting that much faith in him. The fact that she was made him realize that this was a woman he could trust, a woman he was never letting go.

He looked down between their bodies. Watched, mesmerized, as she stroked him oh-so-slowly. Way too gentle for what he normally preferred, but just having her hand on him, he was pretty sure he could come right there if she continued.