Page 66 of Stolen Dreams
It’s been too long since I’ve had sex. Since I’ve been fully immersed in the feeling of it all. Of someone else’s hands and lips and tongue on my skin. Their fingers gently caressing and hungrily kneading my flesh. How different the buildup feels, especially after hours of foreplay.
I want to live in this moment forever. In my fevered skin, too tight for my body. With my lungs heaving as I pant and plead for more air. With this constant, wild hunger for more—of him, of this, of the things we have yet to explore.
His tongue teases my clit as his finger trails up and down my entrance. On the next stroke, he thrusts inside and fills me. Gasping, I bow higher off the bed. Slowly, shamelessly, he pumps in and out as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks. His eyes never leave mine as he inserts a second finger, as he curls them slightly and hits that sweet spot deep inside me.
Meeting him thrust for delicious thrust, my legs quiver and body trembles. My mind dizzies and lips tingle. Each flick of his tongue, each pump of his fingers, I climb higher and higher, my breathy whimpers the crescendo of the most luxurious anthem.
“That’s it, Fire Eyes. Give me what’s mine.”
Tightening my grip on his hair, my knuckles burn as I dig my heels in and seek more pressure. Unabashedly, I grind against his face, his rough stubble, his formidable tongue and talented fingers. Roll my hips in time with his thrusts. Cry out as I edge closer to the precipice.
Heat ripples from the center of my chest, up my neck and blooms on my face as my orgasm swirls, expands, intensifies, takes over. “Oh, god,” I mewl as the first wave hits.
He moans against my clit, his fingers unrelenting as everything in me tightens.
My eyes slam shut, stars dancing behind my vision as I yank his hair and clench my thighs. Tremors rack my body as I work to steady my breathing. As I slowly come down from the best orgasm of my life.
“Fucking perfect,” Ray whispers as his fingers ease out and he unhooks my legs from his shoulders.
Boneless and dizzy, a lazy smile curves the corners of my mouth. But it quickly morphs into surprise when he grips my waist and flips me onto my belly then hikes my hips up.
Theswishof a drawer opening, followed by the crinkling of a package, floats through the room. On the next breath, I feel the thick head of his cock at my entrance. He flattens a palm on thesmall of my back, his hand gliding up my spine and pressing my shoulders into the mattress.
“You make me wild, Fire Eyes.” His fingers thread through my hair then curl and twist. “Feral.” With a swift tug, he yanks my head off the mattress. “Ravenous.”
I moan and rock my hips back.
A growl vibrates the air as his other hand bruises my hip. “So eager.” He licks his way up my spine, then moves to my ear. “And all fucking mine.” Then he rocks his hips and fills me with his thick length.
Our fused groans ring throughout the room. I fist the bedding and revel in the feel of him, the delicious stretch between my legs, how full I am.
“God, you’re tight.” He eases out then rocks his hips forward again. “But damn, look how good you take all of me.”
A hand in my hair and the other at my waist, he pistons his hips faster. Thrusts in and out harder. Hits that sweet spot deep inside again and again as he sets a sublime pace. Skin slapping skin bounces off the walls and mingles with our immodest moans.
He tugs my hair as his other arm bands around my waist and lifts me until I’m flush against his chest. I hook an arm back and comb my fingers through his hair. Turn into him and claim his mouth. Pin him to me as I taste and take and devour.
Deft fingers trail up my body, knead my breast, dig into my flesh, tweak my nipple.
I whimper into the kiss. Fist his hair harder. Bite his bottom lip.
“You love it like this, don’t you, Fire Eyes?” He yanks my head to the side and licks the curve of my neck. “Rough.” He nips my earlobe. “Filthy.”
“Yes,” I rasp out.
He clucks his tongue in my ear. “Such a naughty girl.” He grips my chin and twists my head until his eyes lock onto mine. “Mynaughty girl.”
“Yours,” I moan.
He claims my mouth and rocks his hips impossibly harder, faster. Releasing my chin, his hand dips between my thighs and circles my clit. “Give it to me, Fire Eyes.” He pounds my body relentlessly. “Come on my cock.”
A little more pressure on my clit, and my body detonates. A relentless torrent, my orgasm pulses again and again, taking over all my senses.
“Good fucking girl,” he praises, breathy, before he bruises both my hips and roars out his own release.
I drop forward on the mattress, limp and sated… and officially ruined by the man behind me.
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