Page 33 of Bishop

The butterflies are at it again in my gut, and the sensation is radiating outward, flushing through my entire system. It feels so good. Bishop nips at my bottom lip, and I suck in a tight moan. He's down to play with me.

I drag my hands down his front, using my nails to scratch along the way until I get to the bottom of his shirt. Sliding my fingers under the hem, I pull upwards, but he doesn't move back to let me. Instead, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me away so he can look down into my eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do this. Your choice. Always your choice."

I know what he's thinking. Any other time he and I have had sex, someone had a camera going, and there were about a dozen people watching us and paying to watch us ravage each other. I don't care about any of that right now. All I care about is chasing this feeling I'm getting.

"I'm sure. I'm so sure. Only if you're up for it, though." In the last second, I think to ask him if he's physically capable.

He presses his hips against me hard, and I feel his strong, thick shaft pressing against my belly.

"Does it feel like I'm up for it?" he jokes before leaning back in and taking my lips with his.

His clothes come off in a flurry, so do mine. My hands tremble as I reach down and grip his shaft. Bishop's head falls back as I slowly stroke him from root to tip, priming him for me, getting him ready to give me what I need.

"Fuck, Gabi... I love this," he mutters before groaning and pushing his hips up further into my grasp. Before I can get too carried away, Bishop pulls back, and grabbing me under my arms, picks me up, turns, and deposits me on the bed.

"Bishop, fuck, I need you," I whimper and reach out for him.

"I'm here, beautiful. I'm not going anywhere." He climbs on the bed with me but doesn't come all the way. Just as I'm about to complain, he grabs hold of my legs and pushes them wide apart.

He's tasted me before. I know how skilled he is, and I'm looking forward to it. He drags his teeth up the sensitive areas on the inside of my thighs, ending each trail with a feather-soft kiss. The small pinch of pain thrills me. I want more.

The heat in the room is nearly unbearable, but I know it's not the temperature but the fire burning between Bishop and me. I lift my hips, begging without words for him to put his mouth on me.

"I'm starved," he grinds out before darting his eyes up to mine and lowering his mouth to my mound.

The first flick of his tongue has my teeth chattering. He swirls the tip of his tongue.

Again. Again. Again.

My body pulses with the need to release. My breath pants out of my mouth as I moan and whimper his name.

"Bishop, oh God."

Keeping the tempo, Bishop switches from small swirls to longer, broader strokes, keeping me teetering just at the edge. Time slows to a crawl as I hang there perilously on the edge, waiting for what I know comes next. Grabbing hold of the back of his head, I press his face harder against my core, and the long strokes turn to quick flicks against my clit.

Lights flash in back of my eyelids, and I scream loud at the intense explosion that detonates inside of me.

"Mm, yes. God, yes." Sucking in deep breaths, I try to stay riding the wave, but almost as quickly as it washes over me, I begin to feel it recede.

I need more. So much more.

Bishop slows but doesn't stop licking me. He probably thinks I need time. I don't. Reaching down, I grab hold of his arm and pull him with all the strength I have left up my body. He doesn't miss a beat, though.

I don't want slow. I don't want to recoup. I want it hard and fast. I want it to hurt.

The growl that leaves his mouth tickles me. We're good at this dance. I don't need someone in the corner telling me what this man likes or what I should do next. It's like my body is made for him. I spread my legs wide, reach down between us, grab his shaft, and line him up with my core.

He pushes in slightly, his eyes rolling back as my tightness engulfs him. "Shit, this feels too good."

"More," I whisper back.

He thrusts in the rest of the way, and those butterflies in my gut turn into a tornado. It takes me higher. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilt my hips back and forth, desperate for him to move.

"Shit, hold on, Gabi," he mutters in my ear as he wraps his arms around my back, grabbing hold of my sides to hold me steady. The bed rattles against the wall with each of his powerful thrusts. If there wasn't a party going on outside the door right now, I'm sure everyone would know what we were doing. I don't care. In fact, I wouldn't care if they all walked in the room right now and watched us. Nothing is going to stop me from this.

"Harder, Bishop," I demand, squeezing his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He snarls at the feeling but does what I ask.