Sinful Love (Sinful Nights #4)(37)

She shivered and answered, “Baise-moi plus fort.”

He didn’t repeat it. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow. “Good. Now I know how it sounds in your regular voice, so I can have a baseline for comparison when you say it later while I’m inside you.”

Shuddering, she ran a hand down her front, then whispered, her voice heated, as if she were in the throes of passion, “Baise-moi plus fort.”

Lust slammed into him from all corners of the world. He bent his head to her shoulder, dusting the barest kiss on her collarbone. “You’ll be saying that later, won’t you?”

She nodded, a small, sexy sigh escaping her lips. “I will.”

“How wet are you right now?”

“So wet.”

“How much do you want to be f*cking me on this plane?”

“So incredibly much.”

“Is it driving you as crazy as it’s making me?”

She opened her eyes. Hers were shining with desire as she whispered the words to him. “Insane. I’m insane with wanting you.”

Soon enough, the plane landed, and twenty minutes after that they were in the town car he’d reserved. He raised the partition, and in seconds her hands were on his pants, unzipping them.

Well, he wasn’t going to say no to that.





CHAPTER NINETEEN


She was a sexy vixen. A fiery lover—a woman who liked to take and who, evidently, liked to give, too, judging from how she rubbed her palm against the outline of his erection.

“Last night,” she said, breathy and sexy, her lips near his neck, “I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking of you. What you did to me in the dressing room.”

“Yeah?”

She lifted her face to meet his eyes. She nodded, her lips now on his jaw as she slipped a soft hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs then wrapped it around his hard cock.

He hitched in a breath, and time f*cking stood still as she grasped his hard length, skin against skin at last. It was relief and torture all at once. Her touch was electric. As the town car rolled along the concrete stretch of road away from the airport, she stroked his cock and whispered, her breath ghosting over his skin, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. All the things we didn’t do.”

He flexed his hips, thrusting up into her soft nimble hand. He didn’t want her to ever stop. “Like what? What did you want most?”

She skimmed her hand lower, down to his balls, cupping them, playing with them. Oh hell, that was f*cking fantastic, especially as she dragged her nails across his skin.

“What do you think I wanted?” she countered.

He grabbed the back of her head in his palm and shut his mouth. He wanted her to voice her fantasies. He needed her to want him as desperately as he wanted her. It took every ounce of restraint not to answer her with “Suck me off.” Instead, he gritted his teeth and managed in a low rumble: “Tell me what you wanted. Say it.”

His chest rose and fell as she played with his dick then moved her hand up his shaft, rubbing a bead of liquid over the head. He groaned, closing his eyes as unholy pleasure swept through him.

With a tight grip, she twisted her hand, rubbing him up and down. He opened his eyes. Hers seemed to twinkle with lust and mischief. She had such a naughty side, and he wanted to explore that aspect of Annalise to the fullest. He had never known this part of her. All he knew when they were younger was that she liked everything he did to her, and that she came easily on his fingers, her moans and cries so sexy when her orgasm washed over her. He was learning that the woman with him now was dirtier, bolder, and so damn passionate.

She bent her head closer, pressing her forehead to his, and whispered, “I want to taste you. Lick you. I want to feel your come in my throat. I want to swallow it all.”

He thrust upward into her eager fist as her words scorched a path through his chest, spreading like fire throughout his body. She’d set him ablaze with the match of her lust.

“Did you get yourself off to that?” he asked. “Was that what did it for you—picturing your lips on my cock? Did you spread your legs wide for me, and f*ck yourself with your fingers?”

She panted as she pumped him faster. “Yes. I was naked on my bed, knees raised, legs spread, my hand between them, f*cking myself as I took you deep in my mouth.”

“Fucking Christ.” He groaned. His head fell back against the leather seat, hitting the headrest. That was the hottest image he’d ever pictured, and it was scored into his mind now. This naked beauty with her creamy skin, her sheets of red hair, her full tits, and most of all, her abandon.

Her need.

“You tasted so good.” She moaned on an upstroke, her lips parted and wet from licking them with the tip of her tongue. He wanted that red-hot mouth on him.

“Take it,” he commanded. “Show me how you did it.”

In a flash, her red hair spilled across his thighs, and her head was between his legs. Her lips greeted his hard shaft with the warmest f*cking hello he’d ever had.

“Fuck me, Annalise,” he murmured, dragging a hand roughly through his hair, trying to absorb the enormity of this moment.

His girl.

His first love.

This wild woman.

Doing something he’d craved desperately when he was a teenager. Something he’d jerked off to countless times in those days. A fantasy that had sent him soaring into release on many solo flights.