Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(70)

I became hungry. Positively starved for her skin. My animalistic side was coming out, wanting to take, rut, claim.

“So good, Clay. So, so good.” Her head tipped back and that silky long hair of hers fell back behind her, trailing against my knees and thighs. Christ, I loved her hair. Thick, wavy, and sexy as fuck.

I switched breasts, still using my thumb to rub and circle around the one I’d left. I vacillated between plucking her brown tips to sucking them deep and biting down. She ground down so hard on my cock in my lap, I knew she was going to come. And I wanted that. Fuck yeah, I wanted it.

I twisted each nipple and kissed around the globes, pressing them together so I could rub my face and scruff all over them. Mark them with little red scratches showing I’d been there. I’d like seeing that tomorrow. On that thought, I bit down on the side of her breast, finally feeling free to leave my mark on her skin in a possessive but loving reminder.

She arched and gasped.

“You coming, beautiful? Just from me playing with your pretty titties?” I asked around a mouthful.

A thrust of her hips and a grind against my cock sent shivers skittering along every nerve ending. I plucked and tugged at each tip, trying to make her crazy.

“Clay…please,” she mewled, chasing an orgasm that was just out of reach.

“No, no.” I tsked and flicked my tongue against one tip but continued the barrage to the other oversensitive peak. “I want you to come. Get nice and wet for me. Soak those panties, beautiful, because the second you do, I’m going to rip them off and bury my cock so deep, you’ll never forget our first time.”

“Baby…” she whispered, closed her eyes, and lifted herself almost completely off my body. Her knees held her weight while she arched her chest, gifting me her breasts. And what a gift they were. Round, a perfect handful, but not too large on her frame. Mocha-colored, quarter-sized areolas that beaded up nicely under my hands and mouth.

Wanting her to skyrocket but also enjoying the fuck out of watching her go over the edge, I pinched each tip, twisted them—first right, then left—and enjoyed the show.

Monet slammed her ass down, her center to my crotch, and rode my erection through my pants. Her body was wild, bucking, adding that additional bite of pain to her tits each time she pushed back.

“I’m going to come…” she announced like she always did. Cute and hot.

“Come for me,” I urged, watching the most erotic display of a woman’s sexuality I’d ever seen, and I had a front-row ticket as it was happening in my lap.

As Monet arched, she shoved one of her hands into her tiny sleep shorts and went to town on her clit. I grunted, thinking about thumbing that knot myself. That simple move had my balls drawing up tight and sweat pricking over my skin.

I continued the torture on her breasts until her entire body locked around my form and she cried out, tipping her head back and losing it all in several gasps.

“Fucking hell, you’re a goddess.” I let go of her breasts but kissed and licked all around them, avoiding the bruised tips. I ran my tongue up her neck and back down, biting into my spot until she started laughing.

I inhaled against her neck and shifted far enough so I could cup her cheek and see her eyes. Limitless pools of love stared back at me.

“How do you feel?” I asked, kissing her lips in a tiny peck.

“Yummy.”

One of my favorite words. It wasn’t something I’d heard regularly in bed, which made it all the more unique, because she was saying it and was adorable after having just gotten her rocks off on my lap.

I figured she might yawn and get sleepy after the day she’d had, but instead she gripped the hem of my shirt, yanked it up and off, and pushed me back until I was flat against the mattress, her legs still straddling me.

“My turn.” She gave a sexy wiggle and I knew that meant my girl was going to wrap her perfect lips around the head of my cock and suck me down. I could not let that happen because tonight wasn’t about that. No, it was about more, about finding together.

Her tongue came out and flicked against my nipple. A spiral of lust tingled from that spot and went straight down south to where my already painful erection stood loud and proud.

Shifting my weight around, she got the hint and scrambled back. She stood at the end of the bed, chucked off her panties and shorts in one go, and stood gloriously naked.

“Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” I reminded her.

She smiled, and her eyes lit up as she reached out and tugged my pants down in one fell swoop. Once I too was naked, she ran her nails up my thighs and licked her lips.

I shook my head and backed up the bed so my head reached the cloud of pillows at the headboard. I crooked a finger. “Now come here.” I pointed to my dick, a pearl of pre-cum leaking at the top at my excitement from her bucking-bronco routine on my lap. “Right here.” I again gestured to my cock.

She moved fast. Faster than I would have anticipated, thinking we’d go slow the first time we made love. I should have known that Monet was unlike any woman on this earth. The moment she hit my thighs and straddled my width, she curled a hand around the base, centered it to her slit, and slammed down in one go.

“Oh Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhd,” she moaned.

I gripped her hips, preventing her from moving a single inch. If she did, I might go off on one fucking thrust like a pubescent high schooler taking a girl’s cherry for the first time.