Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(45)

Easing my arms out of the shirt, I slowly removed it from my head. The stitches smarted but not enough to drown out my excitement.

Finally, completely naked, I shimmied across the bed on my knees. When I got close to him, he gripped my hips with a strength I hadn’t anticipated and tugged me over his upper body. My knees rested on the bed on each side of his head. I braced my hands on either side of his hips.

“Now that’s more like it. Put your mouth on me, beautiful,” he encouraged, and I shifted forward, testing out the position with my back and finding that it didn’t hurt. Actually, it felt good to curve my spine a bit.

Just as I got my mouth around the wide, knobbed head of his cock, he lifted his head and his mouth was on me. All over. He eased my hips down until my pussy was smashed against his face.

He growled, held my hips aloft just enough until I found where he wanted me to keep them, and I planted them there. He used the flat of his tongue and lapped at me from clit to anus and back.

“Holy shit.” I gasped around his cock, my entire body feeling every lick as though it was a full-body caress. Goosebumps broke out over the surface of my skin as I panted with pleasure.

For a bit, I circled my hips, enjoying the feel of his tongue all over me. God, it had been so long since I’d been taken this way. Kyle hated going down on me and would only do so when he was drunk. I should have known then he didn’t want me.

The sourness of that memory caused me to try to lift away from Clay’s mouth. His grip tightened, and he stuck his tongue inside me as far as he could and made a sound like he was eating the best dessert and loving every bite.

He sucked and licked and then suddenly bit down hard on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I jerked dramatically but stayed in place.

“Get out of your head. Wrap your lips around your man’s cock and go to town. It’s you and me in this bed. Just us, baby.” He flicked his tongue at my clit and I jolted again, needles of excitement rippling up my back, urging me to move.

Clayton’s hips gyrated, and his dick positively reached out for my touch. I wrapped my hand around him once more. When I covered his length with my lips and sucked, he groaned and buried his mouth against my slit, delving his tongue deep.

While I circled my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, he mimicked my move, circling his own against my clit and then rubbing back and forth. He had me panting and wiggling, grinding down onto his face like a hussy. I became wanton, sucking and jerking his cock wildly.

“Fuck yeah!” He lifted his hips, going deep into my throat, stabbing at the back. “Suck me while I eat you. Tastes so…fucking…good. I can’t get enough of you.” He licked all around my sex, gorging on my flesh, pulling at my lower lips, and gripping my ass in both hands so he could sink his tongue deep. And I was right there with him. I humped his face as he thrust into my mouth. Together we made what I could imagine was an erotic picture, rocking back and forth like a teeter-totter. Giving and taking.

“Monet, baby, I’m going to come. You need to pull off,” he warned.

I shook my head and went at him like a tigress. Sucking hard until my cheeks hollowed out.

“Oh fuck, you’re going to take me down your throat. Sweet hell. Perfect woman. I swear.” He jerked his hips once, twice, and then thumbed my lower lips, opening me wider, thrust up, and then stilled.

His cock jerked in my mouth, his release shooting down my throat. I swallowed everything right before he put the lockdown over my clit. He sucked so hard I screamed out. Literally screamed through my orgasm riding his face, just barely holding myself up with my knees. I lifted up, still coming, needing to take the pressure off my back, and placed one hand on his abdomen. The other I wrapped around the base of his scruff so he couldn’t move from my pussy. He sucked me through one orgasm and kept at me until another swirled and charged, barreling through my body, hitting me like a two-ton wrecking ball.

I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, but I shouldn’t have worried. He locked his fingers around my hips and fucked me with his tongue, growling into my slit as he ate. As the final tremors were spilling out of me, I looked down at his jerking cock, his hips lifting into the air wildly as he came again. I wanted to wrap my lips around his shaft and suck him down again, but I couldn’t. The lock he had as he devoured me was fierce, possessive, and unrelenting. His essence spilled white and creamy all over his happy trail and abdomen. We finished our second orgasm at the same time. His mouth lightly lapping at my sex while my entire body shook like a leaf, coming down from my high.

I eased off Clayton slowly and shifted around to my side, and I planted my head on his chest.

I swallowed around a completely dry mouth. “Is it always like that?” I asked, dazed, having never had a sexual experience that profound. And we hadn’t even had intercourse yet. I almost feared that day would literally kill me. Then again, it would be the best way to go. Sexual bliss.

Clayton rubbed a hand down my side. “Beautiful, nothing has ever been that intense. Can only mean one thing.”

“Which is what?” I kissed his pec.

“You’re made for me. For me to kiss. To fuck. To make love to.”

“Huh.” I let the idea roll around in my head. The experience had been pretty intense.

“What do you mean, huh?” His tone was concerned.

I shrugged, and he stilled until I finally spit out what I was thinking. “I guess when it’s right, it’s right.”