I nod, relief flooding me as my mouth clashes with hers.Again.I push her back onto the bed.She’s fucking perfect and I need to taste every inch of her.
I run my mouth carelessly over her skin, kissing her shoulder, her chest, the swells of her breasts. I take her arms and place them over her head.
“Stay just like that,” I tell her. “Don’t move.”
I litter kisses over her face and work my way down her body. She squirms as I cross her stomach, nipping the skin. As I move down further, her legs fall open and I grin, running my tongue along her inner thigh.
I’m so close to her, I can smell her arousal calling to me.
I hook my fingers in her knickers as she runs her fingers through my hair. I smirk, climbing back up her body and leaving her underwear in place. She groans.
“What did I tell you?”
She scoffs but places her arms above her head, and I begin the slow process again.
This time, as I level with her underwear, the wetness is evident. I slowly slide them down her legs, then hold her legs apart and stare at the wetness.
When I lick her arousal from her smooth skin, she bucks against me, inhaling loudly.
I press my thumb on her clit, and she moans as I swipe my fingers through her folds.
I reach down to stroke myself, closing my eyes and inhaling her scent.
“You have to be quiet, Wynter,” I murmur, “because I need to taste you and I’m not gonna let up until you’re coming on my tongue. But we can’t wake Anika and Sebastian. Am I clear?”
“Umm,” she groans.
“Words.”
“Yes, Ray, loud and clear,” she hisses impatiently.
I grin to myself. I don’t know how the hell I’m so in control when all I want to do is eat her pussy and fuck her hard.
I hold her legs apart, pinning them to the bed. I run my tongue along her opening, tasting her juices for the first time. I hum in approval as she squirms beneath me.
CHAPTER NINE
WYNTER
It’s hard to explain the explosions I feel as Ray buries his mouth between my legs. And true to his word, he doesn’t give up until I’m quivering beneath him. I’ve never had an orgasm in front of a man before. I’ve faked it plenty of times, but the only time I get to orgasm is when I’m exploring by myself, so when my body starts to shake and that warm feeling builds up in the pit of my stomach, I have no control and I cry out in pleasure.
His hand leaves the bruising grip it had on my leg and slams over my mouth as he licks me until my very final jerky breath.
When I relax, dropping my arms to my side and trying to regain control of my breathing, he crawls over my body and kisses me on the mouth, making sure I taste myself on his lips.
He fiddles with a condom, I have no idea where it came from, and without breaking the kiss, he slides it on. Then he pins my hands above my head again, this time, using one hand to hold them in place.
“I need to fuck you, Wynter,” he growls, lining himself up at my entrance. “And watch you come on my cock.”
His filthy words light something inside of me and as he pushes his erection into me, stretching me and causing that delicious ache again, I entwine my fingers into his and hold on for dear life.
Ray gives a whole new meaning to the word fuck because he literally doesn’t give any as he slams hard into me.
He pushes my leg up, hooking it over his shoulder. Then he’s turning me onto my side without losing his rhythm. In fact, he puts me in so many different positions, it feels like an Olympic sport.
I’m on all fours and he grips a handful of my hair, tipping my head back so he can kiss me. His fingers work their way to my clit and the second he touches me, I come apart. He holds my head in that position as I shudder against him. Not being able to move makes it feel more intense. “Fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groans, releasing my hair.
I rest my head against the bed as he slams into me over and over, not letting up until he comes with a growl from somewhere deep in his throat.