Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(9)

I dipped my tongue at the edges of her entrance. She wouldn’t have my fingers in her. I wanted her desperate to be filled up and rewarded for her begging with my cock, hard and fast. I didn’t want her spoiled with my fingers.

I licked up and circled her clit as her hips continued to jerk and bounce. Later I’d have her sit on my face. I wanted to be totally surrounded by her smell, her taste. “You like that, darlin’?”

Her groans grew louder and her breath shorter. I wasn’t ready for her to climax, not so quickly. When she came for the first time it was going to overwhelm her, and I was going to have my dick in her.

“God, I love your mouth.” She sounded surprised.

I wasn’t.

I pressed against her clit, rubbing the hard nub, and then released her, standing quickly.

“Hey, I was close. What happened?” She tucked one hand behind her head as she watched me with hazy eyes.

My gaze followed her other hand as it slid over her breasts, tweaking a nipple and then gliding down her stomach where her fingers found her clit. Fuck, she was spectacular. Creamy white skin and black-as-coal hair.

I stripped off my shirt. I had to be inside her. I found it difficult to understand why she’d thought she was going to be nervous. She seemed anything but.

“Take your hand away.” My voice came out a jealous bark. I wanted every inch of her pleasure. It was my job to make her come, and I felt weirdly possessive about her orgasm. It was as if I had a burning need to give her orgasms. Her opening up to me about her alcoholism had created a need in me to get it right for her, to make it good.

“Make me.” Her back arched as if she were turned on by the thought of what I might do.

Fumbling, my fingers unable to work quickly enough, I took a condom out of my wallet then stripped off my pants.

“Oh, Beth, your fingers are never going to be enough for you once I’ve f*cked you.”

Her gaze was on my dick, hard and flat against my stomach. She sat up, her eyes wide. “Jesus. Don’t hurt me with that thing, will you?”

“It’s all about pleasure, darlin’.” I grinned at her as I slid a condom over my painfully hard dick.

Turning over, she crawled up onto all fours, her head twisted so she was still staring at my cock. Christ, she might very well turn out to be the f*ck of my life. “That’s it, Beth. You know how I want you.”

I was going to be able to go again and again with her.

Her tits looked incredible from this angle as they swayed slightly with her impatience. Her ass was raised and waiting for me, and her hair tumbled across her back. I wanted this image committed to memory. I’d likely never see her again after tonight, but the sight of her, ready and waiting like this, was something I never wanted to forget.

I trailed the tip of my dick from her entrance down and around her clit and back up, coating myself in her juices. For a second I longed to feel her without the barrier of a condom. I shook it off. I never f*cked without protection.

She pushed back, wanting me.

“Steady there, greedy girl.” I grinned as I grabbed her hair.

I teased her a little longer, rubbing my tip over her entrance.

“Please, Jesus Christ. I want to feel—”

I didn’t let her finish the sentence. I rammed into her up to the hilt.





Beth

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. After teasing me for what seemed like days, the man I’d met only a few hours ago was buried so deep inside me I was close to being split in half.

Getting kissed by Dylan had somehow neutralized my nerves about being naked, sober, with a stranger. I wanted him. Wanted to be with him. Wanted a moment of madness. For the last three years, I’d been scared to enjoy life too much in case it descended into me chasing pleasure at the expense of my sobriety. I’d held onto everything so tightly, in such a controlled way for so long, that it felt good to let go, to breathe, and give in to something that made me feel good.

After bringing me to the brink two or three times, he’d refused to let me come. I’d always thought I’d never be able to let go enough without alcohol to get me to the point I’d have an orgasm, but Dylan knew exactly what he was doing. It was as if he’d made my body his life’s work, and there was no way I was going to have a problem climaxing. Just staring at his monster cock was probably enough to send me over the edge at this point.

Finally, he was inside me, unmoving. It was only a fraction away from painful. If I’d had time to think after seeing him naked, I might have backed out. I hadn’t been sure he’d fit.

Apparently he did. Just.

“You are so tight.” His breath was heavy against my neck.

I tried to speak but just whimpered.

“You okay, Beth?” He sounded concerned. From my hazy memories of sex, my lovers had rarely been concerned with how I was feeling, with whether or not I came. Dylan’s focus was on me and us, and not just him.

I nodded. “It’s just so . . . big.”

He grunted and pushed against my hips. He couldn’t go any deeper. “I’ve never been so hard.”

His hands stroked along my back as he straightened himself behind me. I shivered as he grabbed at my hair.

“You ready?”

Before I got a chance to answer him, he pulled back slowly, then crashed into me. My hand reached for my clit. I needed to get over the edge.