Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(46)

“That’s better,” I murmur before hungrily claiming her mouth again. My tongue lashes against hers, and I love that I have total control over everything because she has no experience to challenge me with.

Lara wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine, and it situates her right on top of my cock. Her breathing hitches, and unable to resist, I thrust up against her heat.

Her breaths falter as she gasps.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, my eyes settle on her face before I thrust up again, watching her reaction closely.

Her eyes remain closed, and a look of pure ecstasy relaxes her features.

“Do you want me to make you come, Lara?”

My direct question has her eyes snapping open. I see embarrassment tightening her features, and I expect her to put a stop to this.

“Yes.”

My eyebrow lifts in surprise while my dominant side orders, “Unbutton the shirt.”

With trembling fingers, she pops one button open after the other. The moment she’s done, I brush the fabric to the side so I can see her breasts.

Having her obey me makes satisfaction fill me. As a reward, I lower my head and flick my tongue over her already pebbled nipple. Her body jerks, and when I suck her into my mouth, she arches her back, eagerly offering herself to me.

Perfection.

Wanting to hear her moan, I slip my hand down her abdomen, and moving the fabric of her panties, my fingers brush over her soft curls. I find her slick heat and twirl my finger around her entrance.

Freeing her breast from my mouth, I look at Lara as I slowly push my middle finger inside her. Her lips part in a gasp, and her thighs squeeze against my sides.

“Good?” I ask to make sure I’m not hurting her.

She nods quickly.

“Touch me, Lara,” I order.

“Where?”

“Wherever you want.”

She lifts her hands to my shoulders as I slowly move my finger in and out of her tight opening.

There’s no fucking way I’d fit inside her tonight. Not without hurting her badly.

Instead of my own burning need, I focus on Lara’s. I massage her clit with my thumb until her breaths are nothing but short bursts over her lips.

When I see the pleasure filling her eyes, I pull my hand away and demand, “Rub yourself against me.”

Her inexperience shows as she struggles to swivel her hips. I lie back on the bed, and pushing her panties out of the way, I help her move up and down the outline of my cock.

“That’s it,” I praise her. “Harder, baby.”

She places her hands on my chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, then she finally finds her rhythm. Pleasure builds in my balls, and my hands grip her hips tighter.

“Come for me, Lara. Let me have your first orgasm.”

Her body starts to convulse, her eyes snapping shut as her features tighten, her mouth opening on a silent ‘O.’

I drink in the sight of my shirt hanging loosely around her, her breasts on display. With her panties pushed aside, I can see her swollen clit as she rubs over my hard length.

The sight of her has me exploding in my sweatpants. Somehow, I manage to sit up. I shove my hand down between us, and thrusting my finger inside her clenching heat, I move fast to prolong her orgasm.

Lara buries her face in my neck as a whimper escapes her.

I wrap my other arm around her, my own pleasure forgotten as I focus all my attention on her.

Only when she stops clamping the fuck out of my finger, do I still, our rushing breaths the only sound in the room.

Intense satisfaction surges through me. I pull my hand free, and taking hold of her hair, I tug her away from my neck so I can see her face.

Tears shine in her eyes, her chin trembling. There is so much emotion on her face, she’s never looked more alive than she does right now.

“Did I hurt you?”

She quickly shakes her head.

“Why does it look like you want to cry.”

Unable to lower her head, she glances away from me, swallowing hard on whatever she’s feeling.

“Lara.” Her eyes swing back to mine. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” Her voice carries a world of vulnerability, then she gives in and admits, “There are too many emotions.”

“Good ones?”

She nods, swallowing hard again.

She’s just emotional.

“It’s okay to cry,” I encourage her, thinking it might help.

She shakes her head again, and I watch as she reins in everything she’s feeling.

I don’t like it one bit and hate that she’s bottling it up. Frustration slithers into my chest, but not wanting to ruin this moment for her, I keep quiet.

When she reaches for the shirt to cover herself, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”

Her eyes lift to mine. “What happens now?”

“We talk.” I let go of her hair and move my hand to her face. Cupping her cheek, I ask, “How was your first orgasm?”

She thinks for a moment, then replies, “I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Try.”

I watch as she inhales, her breasts rising and falling. Lowering my hand, I brush my knuckles over her pebbled nipple.

“It felt like something exploded inside me.”

The corner of my mouth lifts as I keep touching her, loving how goosebumps spread over her skin. “And?”