Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(31)

His wild mouth consumed me, and I gave back exactly what he was giving me: passion, desperation, the incredible need to join our bodies together to sooth the aching need in my body and soul.

Finally, he released my lips and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin of my neck.

I pushed my hips up, straining as I moaned, “I need you, Trace. Fuck me.”

“Slower this time, sweetheart,” he demanded.

“Fast. Hard. And as deeply as you can,” I countered, knowing what my body had to have.

“No. I didn’t get to savor you before. But I’m going to do it this time if it kills me,” he answered assertively against my skin.

I didn’t want to be savored. I wanted to be f*cked. Letting my hand slide down his back, I realized he was completely nude. The temptation to touch him made me try to force a hand between our bodies. “I need to touch you.”

“Baby, you can’t,” he commanded. “I’d never last. Relax, Eva. Let me show you how good it can be.”

I sighed and moved my wayward hand up his back. “I don’t feel relaxed. I feel desperate,” I whimpered.

“I know. But I’ll take care of that.”

“When?” My voice was demanding.

I heard him chuckle as he pulled the nightgown over my head, leaving me completely exposed because I wasn’t wearing panties. “Soon, my sweet Eva.” He tossed the garment he’d removed to the floor.

He tongued my skin, tasting as he made his way down my body. When he palmed one of my breasts, the breath left my body.

I moaned as his thumb caressed the swollen nipple at the same time his mouth descended on the other one. My body pulsed, and his touch was incinerating me. I wasn’t sure I was going to live through his savoring.

“Please, Trace. I need you.”

“I need you, too, baby. But just let me satisfy you.”

He moved down more, and his tongue leisurely flicked into my navel, and then left a trail of flames down my lower belly.

My fingers gripped a handful of the bottom sheet as his hot breath wafted over my *.

“God. Yes.” I could barely get the words out.

He parted my legs wider, placing them far apart. He grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath my ass, bringing his face level with the part of me that needed his attention the most.

Then, without hesitation, he devoured me. His tongue darted through my folds and into my saturated core, lapping at my juices as though he couldn’t get enough.

“Trace. Oh my God. Please.” I needed release, and I gripped the sheets tighter, needing to hang onto something to keep myself grounded.

His tongue circled the pulsating bundle of nerves several times teasingly before he took my engorged clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue over and over again.

I screamed as he used his other hand, delving into my channel with one finger, and then he added another. The stretching sensation burned, but it wasn’t painful. Somehow, he found that sensitive spot inside me and caressed my g-spot with every f*cking stroke of his fingers.

My back arched, my body on sensation overload as he f*cked me with his fingers and teased my clit with his wicked tongue.

My climax started in my belly, the muscles there clenching and releasing as I started to feel overwhelmed.

I’d needed him; I’d needed this.

“Yes,” I moaned loudly as my impending climax became a whirl of stunning sensation. I closed my eyes, relishing the impending orgasm.

Trace didn’t let up. He f*cked me harder with his fingers, stimulated my clit with a strength that left me stunned.

“Trace!” I screamed as my climax hit me full-force, rocking my body in its intensity.

I shuddered as I crested, my back arching off the bed as Trace kept up his pace, never giving me any choice but to come hard.

I panted as I spiraled back down, breathless as he lapped at the evidence of my release like he was desperate to taste every drop.


There was no time to recover. He rolled, and I was on top of him instantly, my legs straddling him, my still-throbbing, damp core pressing against his defined abs.

“Take what you want, Eva,” Trace rasped. “But for Christ’s sake, do it now.”

“I want you.” My breath was still moving in and out of my lungs at a rapid pace. It wasn’t because I hadn’t recovered, but because I was still so damn needy, so desperate for Trace to be inside me.

“Then do it. I can’t wait much longer.”

The fierce desire in his voice spurred me on. I had no idea how to do this, but I was going to find a way. “I’m not sure what I’m doing.” Not that I wanted to remind him that I was pretty inexperienced, but I’d need his cooperation.

His hands grasped my ass roughly. “Guide me inside you.”

I did what he asked, one hand wrapped around his enormous member as I guided it to my sheath. I let go as he took control, moving me with the pressure he had on my rear end, then forcing me downward.

The stretching sensation was sublime as I slowly lowered my body with his help, gasping as he became totally seated inside me. “Yes.” I threw my head back and rolled my hips.

“Now f*ck me,” Trace said in a graveled voice.

I started to move, him guiding me with his tight grip on my ass.

“Oh, God.” I rotated my hips, testing the feel of him in this position, reveling in the pleasure I felt just having our bodies connected.