The Trade(66)

“Oh my God, Cory.”

I drag her nightgown up and over her head and toss it to the ground. On a deep breath, I lean back, wanting to take her all in. Mouthwatering. Flushed and pink from where my scruff has rubbed against her delicate skin, she sits completely naked on my lap, chest rising and falling, her labored breath barely holding her up.

I press my palm to her sternum and lean her back onto the mattress until she’s completely flat in front of me. That’s when I take the time to soak her all in. Thin collarbone stretches from shoulder to shoulder, plump breasts are high on her chest with dark rose nipples, tight and turned on—fucking perfection. Her stomach is flat and stretches down to her bare and waxed pussy. I can see how turned on she was, how wet she was—and my shorts are an indication of that.

She’s breathtaking, easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Heart hammering, my need growing stronger by the second but not wanting to feel how warm and tight she is, I straddle her body, my cock jutting out, begging for some relief.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, bringing my mouth down to her ear where I whisper, “Watching you come took my goddamn breath away.”

Her hands float to my neck and while her fingers play with the short strands of my hair, she brings her lips to mine once again, our tongues colliding. It’s so goddamn sweet, her tentative but confident swipes, as if the initial touch spurs her on for more.

In the back of my head, I know I should stop, that I should put an end to this, because the more I play with her mouth, the more I feel her naked body against my bare torso, writhing and begging, the more I feel myself get sucked into an endless web of Natalie, one that’s going to take some master maneuvering to get out of.

But . . .

Fuck, just one more taste. I want to see if her mouth matches her pussy. I need to fucking find out.

Lowering down her body, I press my lips against her taut nipples, sucking them in and rolling my tongue over the nubs. She makes beautifully erotic noises in the back of her throat every time I nibble on them, every time I thrust my pelvis between her legs. It’s addicting, so I continue to do it until my dick is about to burst.

I pull back, breathing heavy, staring at her marred skin.

“Shit,” I mutter, lowering to kiss the spot between her neck and her shoulder and then her chest and her breasts. “I bit you.”

“I loved it,” she says, pressing her hand to the back of my head. “Again.”

“Natalie, I don’t—”

“Please, Cory,” she pleads breathlessly and I nearly snap.

Bringing my mouth back to her breasts, I suck on the sensitive skin, I bite down on it, and then I lick. I repeat the process all over her breasts, back up to her neck until she’s clawing at me, shaking beneath my body. I reach down between us, to her pussy where I press two fingers along her slick heat. I slide right over and groan into her shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re hot. So wet, so greedy.”

“More,” she says. “Give me more.”

I slip my fingers inside her and with the light thrust, she constricts around me, causing my head to fall forward on her chest. Motherfucker, what I wouldn’t give to feel that with my dick, to feel how tight and warm she is pulling at me with such force that I come in seconds. I wouldn’t even be ashamed, because I know that’s how good it would be.

Biting down to her pelvis, I mark her hipbone with my teeth and then move across to the other side. When my mouth passes over her pubic bone, she gasps and stills.

I work on her other hip for a few seconds and then lower to right above her mound.

“Please . . . Cory.” Her arm falls across her eyes, her skin glistening as her hips rock up, searching for my mouth.

“Please what?” I ask, stilling my fingers.

“Please.”

She doesn’t say anything else, as she writhes beneath me.

In a commanding voice, I say “Look at me.”

She takes a few deep breaths and then moves her arms, opening those beautiful eyes to me. I remove my fingers, eliciting a whimper from her swollen lips, and I bring my fingers to my mouth where I suck on them. Her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head.

As do mine, because all I can taste is sweet, sweet Natalie on my tongue.

“You want me to eat you out?” I ask. “You want me to taste your pussy? Roll my tongue over your cunt until you’re screaming my name, ensuring everyone in this goddamn resort knows exactly who’s pleasuring you?”

“Yes,” she answers, straining.

“Then say it,” I say sternly. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Her chest rises and falls, her breasts marked by my mouth as she sits up on her elbows and looks me in the eyes. Her gaze is wild, her hair a beautiful mess, and her lips are so red, all I want to do is suck on them all over again.

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

“Goddammit,” I mutter as a sharp bolt of lust shoots down my spine and pools at the base of my balls.

With both hands, I spread her legs wide and then push them up. “Hold these and don’t fucking move.”

She grabs her legs, spreading wide for me and I lower my mouth to her flesh, parting her with two fingers and flattening my tongue across her clit. Her body shoots up off the mattress as she cries out my name.

“Cory, I won’t last long.”