Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(42)
While I watched her tweak her nipples, I took my right hand and slid it inside the front of her yoga pants. She wasn’t wearing any panties, but I’d known that since I grabbed her ass earlier and felt no panty lines.
“Just as I suspected.” I rubbed all four fingers across her wet pussy. “Fucking soaked.”
She moaned as I rubbed, then cried out when I inserted two long digits into her heat. I used my thumb to swirl around the tight knot of her clit. It was hard as a pebble and aching for attention.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Her hands flew to my shoulders to balance herself.
“Ride my hand, babe. I want to feel you come all over my fingers while I suck your pretty tits.”
I curved toward one succulent breast and sucked to my heart’s content. I wanted nothing more than to mark her tits, a hickey to each globe, but my woman had been marked enough by a man. Fucking bastard. Right now, she deserved nothing but a nice hard orgasm given by me, the man who was going to take care of her. Hopefully for a good long while, maybe even forever.
She rode my hand, circling her hips as I plunged deep. It was a tight fit for my hand between her yoga pants, but I was up for the challenge. Moving to the other breast, I flicked the tight tip with my tongue, teasing the sensitive bud.
Monet rode my hand, pressing against my dick in a dizzying pattern, and I thrusted into her movements. I knew I was likely to blow my load in my pants, but I didn’t fucking care. My woman was half naked, my mouth on her glistening tits, my fingers in her pussy. Nothing could be better.
Her pussy contracted around my fingers, and I grinned. “Mouth, beautiful. When you come, I want to taste your tongue.”
She panted, closed her eyes, and nodded, focusing on her pleasure. Up and down, her legs moved as she rode. Her hips swayed side to side, grinding my dick with every rotation. Plunging deep, I added a third finger to her heat. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth keening on a silent cry. The walls of her sex locked down like a vise around me. I used my free hand to bring her head close so I could take her mouth. I delved my tongue in and kissed her while her body locked around mine, going impossibly tight.
A soft cry left her mouth around my lips, and I swallowed it down. My balls drew up tight to my groin, the crown of my dick wedged against my hand and her pussy, aching for more friction. A searing heat blasted through my loins, and my cock jerked as I thrusted hard, my release shooting up and out as we rode one another to orgasm.
As she calmed her movements, I removed my fingers but continued to pet her clit lightly. I could feel the twinges of her sex as a few tremors rocked through her.
She sighed into my mouth, and her body became a deadweight against my chest. I removed my hand and licked the digits clean. She tasted so good I couldn’t wait to get a taste direct from the source. Nevertheless, I continued with my new mantra. We had all the time in the world. I’d put that activity off until later.
Once I’d licked her arousal off my fingers, I wrapped her up in my arms, firmly holding her around the hips. The sticky mess in my briefs would have to wait because there was no way in hell I was moving until my dark-haired goddess was ready.
“Clayton, that was…”
“Magnificent? Fucking hot? Pure bliss?” I offered.
“Yummy,” was her innocent reply.
I laughed against her silky hair as the strands spread out across my chest. I loved feeling those velvety strands all over my naked body. One day soon I looked forward to feeling it in other areas, like my thighs, abdomen, and across my dick.
“Yummy?” I whispered against her neck, kissing my spot, licking the salt from the fine mist of sweat covering her skin.
She hummed, that sound going straight to my dick. The woman made me insane with lust. Her body was lying across mine, snuggled in close.
“Yeah, yummy.” She licked a line across my shoulder. “Yep. Yummy,” she mumbled, sounding sleepy.
My girl had to be tired. After the emotional turmoil of that call, the long day with friends, the wine, and now a solid orgasm, she needed rest. And I needed to call the cops and update the detectives on her case.
I shifted her body so she lay on her good side. I pulled off her yoga pants and groaned. Fuck, her bottom half was just as sexy as her upper half.
“You getting me naked?” she murmured, pressing her hands into a prayer position under her cheek.
She looked so alluring, her black hair spread out on the white sheet, her olive skin a stunning contrast to the white. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was my very own angel. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so ethereal, magical. Straight up living art. Now I understood why Mila painted so many nudes. If she painted Monet, she’d make millions.
I took a breath and covered her with the blanket. “Yeah, beautiful, those pants of yours are soiled.”
Instead of finding her something else to wear, I picked up my shirt and helped ease her into it. She barely stirred. Once covered, the shirt going to mid-thigh, I surveyed my woman. Yep, still sexy as fuck, but now she was wrapped up in something that was mine. The Neanderthal in me perked up with male pride. Except my gym bag was in the car, and I was shirtless with a sticky pair of briefs under my track pants.
Gross didn’t cover it. I was downright filthy.
The filth did not prevent me from grinning my ass silly while in the bathroom. I took a fast shower and put the track pants back on, sans sticky briefs, so I could go get my bag and check on Atlas and Mila. I was sure they had taken care of business like I’d asked.