Sweet Surrender (Sweet #1)(69)

Oh, he knew what effect that statement would have on her. She could see the smug light in his eyes when her ni**les puckered and a shiver racked her body.

He lowered his head again and gently sucked her clit into his mouth. She tried not to move. God, she tried. But when he started sucking rhythmically, she lost all control.

She arched into him and was shocked to hear herself begging. Had she opened her mouth? She was close. So close. She needed…

He released the sensitive nub and licked his way downward until he rimmed her entrance with his tongue. She crumpled back to the bed as her urgency diminished from her almost orgasm.

All too soon, it started mounting again as he tongued her opening. Tension began rising in her groin. Her pelvis tightened. Her stomach clenched.

Her hands curled into fists, gathering the sheets with them. She squeezed her eyes shut as his featherlight caresses met her most sensitive regions over and over.

Almost…almost.

He raised his head, and she cried out in disappointment as he left her hanging. One touch. It was all she needed. Her hand automatically went to her pu**y, needing something to catapult her over the top. But he gripped her hand and chuckled softly.

“Oh no, Faith. Not yet. This is about me, remember? And I’m very much enjoying myself.”

She sighed in frustration.

He kissed the skin of her pelvis just above the nest of blond curls. From there, he kissed a line up her belly until he positioned his body between her spread legs.

Still in no hurry, he bent and lazily ran his tongue around one nipple then turned to the other and gave it equal attention.

She hummed in contentment. She loved to have her ni**les stimulated. His teeth grazed the sensitive point and then he nipped harder, causing her to cry out as a burst of pleasure exploded in her belly.

He sucked the tip into his mouth and worked it back and forth, tugging it with his teeth then soothing it with a swipe of his tongue.

He captured her other nipple between his fingers as he continued to suck. He plucked at the stiff peak then pinched it between his thumb and middle finger. Then he rolled it and tweaked it again.

She was gasping for air when his mouth finally left her br**sts and moved up to capture her mouth. He settled his thick c**k between her legs as he kissed her with an intensity that bordered on violent.

He sucked the breath right from her lungs. She burned. She ached. She’d never experienced such volatile passion.

Her pu**y cupped his erection, and no matter how much she shifted and arched, she couldn’t position him so that she could take him into her body.

He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her neck. He nipped at her earlobes in turns, and then he sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, and she let out a wail.

She was desperate for him. On fire. Out of control. And still, he was tender, fierce, controlling and dominant. It was a combination she’d never experienced.

Finally, finally, he reached between them and positioned his c**k at her opening. He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at her, his eyes awash with things she couldn’t begin to describe.

The head breached her opening, and she closed her eyes as he began to work himself into her body. Slowly. Reverently almost. He was thick. He was hard. He stretched her until she wondered how much she could possibly take. And still he pressed on.

Tears streamed down her face as he patiently took his time, his hips arching forward. He gathered her upper body in his arms, cradling her to him as he finally came to a stop deep within her pu**y.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You fit me like a glove. Made for me. Only me.”

He trailed tender kisses from her ear, up her jaw to her lips. His mouth slid down her neck, sucking and licking at her pulse points.

She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers spread over his tightly bunched muscles. His hips rocked forward, retreating only to slide forward again.

How could he be so utterly gentle and yet bristle with so much power and command? It seemed inexplicable to her, and yet with every thrust, with every touch, caress, kiss, he made her feel cherished, protected, loved.

He planted his forearms on either side of her head as he held his weight off her body. They fit like two complementing puzzle pieces. He was wedged tightly between her legs, and he brushed his fingers over her cheeks, smoothing away the damp tendrils of her hair.

He gazed down at her, his eyes seeming to absorb every facet of her. There was an odd mixture of tenderness and raw possession in his expression. She reached up to cup his face, and he closed his eyes as her fingers feathered over his cheekbone.

When he opened them again, need glittered, bright, unrelenting. He flexed his hips, driving deeper. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

She hooked her ankles around his waist, and he slid his hands down her body to cup her ass. He thrust harder. His hips pressed into the backs of her thighs as he worked himself deeper.

He closed his eyes as if in the throes of the sweetest agony. Her orgasm lurked. She was on the fringes of a slow-building hurricane. She’d been up the peak, to the edge so many times and been backed away. Now she wouldn’t be denied.

He picked up his pace and the slap of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. She curled her hands around his neck, twining her fingers together at his nape. She held on for dear life.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

“No, love, not this time,” he said. “Let go. I’ll catch you. I’ve got you.”