Leaning over her, he flicked his tongue over her taut, aching nipple, before lowering his lips to her breasts.
He surrounded one nipple in the heat of his mouth. He nibbled and pulled, teasing her, sheeting her world white. Arching into him, she pressed her nipple tighter against his mouth.
How had she forgotten how much he enjoyed her breasts? Before, he would tease her for hours, licking and sucking them. Maybe forgotten wasn’t the right word. Maybe blacked out was moreaccurate. Those memories of the pleasure he’d once given her had been too painful.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him closer. pressing her feet into his ass. She needed to touch him. To run her fingers down his back and grip his ass. She started to lower her hands, but one look from him stilled her.
He ran his tongue along the undercurve of her breast, raking and nipping her sensitive skin. Slowly, he worked his way along the bottom of her other breast and worked his way to her other nipple, wandering to the underside of her breast before taking her other nipple in his mouth.
His deep hum of appreciation sent shockwaves across her skin.
“Daddy,” she moaned, unable to stop herself from raising her hips to his. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Not yet, greedy girl. Daddy has eight years of missing you to make up for. I plan to take my time and enjoy you.”
Oh Lord! She remembered how her Daddy “enjoyed her.” He could play with her for a long, long time. And by the time he was done, she’d be on the edge of insanity, dripping with need. “Can I at least touch you, Daddy?”
“Just this once,” he drawled, voice low and wicked. “I’m feeling generous tonight.”
He murmured the words against the sensitive spot just below her ear, shifting her higher on the bed so he could peel away the last of her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her panties. His hands returned to her breasts at once, thumbs brushing over her tight peaks while his mouth found her earlobe and gave it a gentle tug.
“Please, Daddy, may I move my hands?”
“Yes, babygirl. All you want.”
Tazzy reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. The second the fabric cleared his head, she spread her palms over the hard muscles of his chest, soaking in the strength that had always turned her inside out.
She had missed this so much. Only now, in the midst of their lovemaking, did she truly understand the depth of their loss for all thoseyears. It only made her more aggressive and, like her Daddy said, “greedy.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth as a wave of feminine power rushed through her. He was not the only one who remembered how to drive the other person wild.
Again, her fingers trailed down the ridges of his stomach, this time on bare skin, tracing the long scar that cut across his abs. His skin pebbled and tightened under her touch. She smiled slyly and let her hands wander lower, sliding around to the small of his back to caress the spot just above his tailbone. A deep growl rumbled against her neck.
Her fingers slipped boldly beneath the waistband of his jeans. “Poor Daddy, your jeans are too tight. Maybe you should take them off?”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He kicked his boots off and shoved his jeans down his legs. Before she knew what he was about, the delicate sides of her panties gave way with a sharp rip as he tore them free.
Grinning when she couldn’t hold back a growl, he promised, “I’ll buy a hundred more of those, too.”
Her momentary consternation vanished as he gripped one tender cheek of her bottom, squeezing as he lifted her hips, and positioned the broad head of his cock right where she ached for him.
“Tazzy? Are you ready for me?” His voice was pure gravel.
“Yes, Daddy,” she somehow managed to answer through her panting. “More than ready.”
He answered with one powerful thrust, driving inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
Her inner walls clenched tight around his thick length. Her back arched off the bed. God. She had forgotten how completely he filled her.
His mouth crashed down on hers, devouring and claiming her mouth. His fingers rolled and tugged her nipples until sparks of pure fire shot straight to where their bodies joined. She locked her heels behind his back and rocked up to meet every thrust.
“Wait,” he hissed against her lips, fighting to slow down. “Give me a second. You are not ready yet.”
A desperate craving burned through every inch of her. She was soaked, her clit throbbing with a need so sharp it hurt. “I’m ready,” she gasped. “Jaxon, please. Move. If you don’t do something, I swear I’ll lose my mind.”
One hand locked around her hip, tilting her exactly how he wanted her. The other slid up her spine and wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her steady while he took her. He pulled back slowly, then slammed home again. Hard. Her name tore from her lips as fresh fire raced along every nerve inside her.
“Faster,” she begged.