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His groan vibrated against her lips as her fingers slid into his hair, feeling the heavy warmth against her flesh. As though in retaliation, his hand slipped beneath her gown, cupping the bare curves of her ass before slowly, destructively, parting the globes and sending a flash of forbidden fire to attack the hidden entrance they protected.
Lyrica cried out as his head jerked back, his lips pulling from hers as he palmed her rear again and repeated the caress. That heated, swift spike of sensation at her anus had her juices spilling from her vagina, saturating her pussy and sensitizing the swollen folds.
He moved as his lips covered hers again. Holding her to him, he strode from the sitting room to the bedroom, the journey barely registering until she felt her back against the bed and his lips sliding along her jaw to her neck.
The rasp of his short beard and mustache created a prickle of heat that sent a shuddering hunger for more echoing through each inch of flesh he touched as he kissed his way to her shoulder. There, he nipped at her skin, rubbed his lips against it, then delivered a sharp, heated kiss.
He was marking her, she thought, dazed. Marking her flesh for anyone to see. But no one could see the mark he’d already left on her heart.
“Get this off.” The growl in his voice had flames licking at her breasts as he pulled back and hurriedly tore the gown over her head.
Staring up at him as he tossed the material away from her, Lyrica shuddered at the look on his face. It was pure lust, hunger at its sharpest, but in his eyes flecks of gold gleamed with something that had her heart clenching in response.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned as his hands cupped the weight of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened tips of her painfully sensitive nipples.
A whimpering cry fell from her lips
at the touch of his callused thumbs, the ache radiating in the tight tips and echoing in the tingling bud of her clit.
“Here.” Reaching out he gripped her hand, pulling it to the outside curve of one breast. “Hold them for me, Lyrica. Give them to me.”
Oh god.
He was serious.
Lifting the opposite hand he cupped her fingers around the other mound, his expression tightening as she cupped her own flesh, seeming to offer her nipples up to his hunger.
And he took clear advantage of it.
His head lowered, his eyes locked on hers, his lips covering the nearest tip and suckling it into the heat of his mouth. The rasp of his tongue licking, stroking the violently sensitive nub had a fiery wave of exquisite pleasure shredding her control.
Heat suffused her entire body. It was burning through her thighs, pulsing in her pussy, and throbbing around her clit. Her hips moved against the hard wedge of his cock as it pressed against her, his lips drawing on her nipple, his tongue stroking and rubbing it until her fingers tangled in his hair to hold him closer to her.
Each lick, each draw sensitized the tender tip further until the raking sensations shuddering from her nipple to her clit had her gasping with each surge. Only then did he move to the opposite breast, his lips covering it, sucking it inside, and devouring her there as he had its mate.
Arching to him, whimpering cries fell from her lips, need becoming a fiery demand, a racing imperative she couldn’t fight. His teeth raked against her nipple as he moved back, his lips moving down her torso, his tongue licking at the sheen of perspiration that covered her body. He tasted her flesh, each stroke of his tongue a lash of sensation that radiated along her nerve endings to tighten around her clit demandingly.
Then his lips were there.
Her eyes flared open, her gaze moving down her body, focusing on the movement of his tongue against the swollen, sensitive folds of her sex. Long, slow licks swiped through the narrow slit, circled the aching bud above, then he sucked it in slowly between his lips.
“Graham,” she whispered, the broken cry torn from her as pleasure sang through her body.
Her hips jerked against his hold and she writhed beneath the caress as he pushed her thighs farther apart. His hands slid beneath her knees, lifting her thighs, parting her farther as his tongue moved wickedly lower.
Lyrica’s hands fell from his shoulders, her fingers clenching in the blankets beneath her as the licking strokes rimmed the clenched entrance of her pussy. His mouth flickered over the entrance, licking around it, laying heated, suckling kisses to it as she gasped at the pleasure.
“So sweet,” he groaned against the swollen folds. “So incredibly sweet, Lyrica.”
His tongue speared inside the trembling tissue of her vagina, licking and thrusting inside her as she cried out at the sensations. Pleasure raged through her. It tore through her senses, stronger, brighter than it had been before. Her thighs tightened against his hold, the internal muscles tightening as well, as his tongue pushed inside, licked and separated, her body growing more desperate as ripples of response began to spread outward.
“Graham, please . . .” she cried out desperately as the suckling heat of his mouth returned to her clit.
The need for release was burning inside her, a fiery, maddening ache that was impossible to control.
Hips lifting, pressing tighter to the hungry draw of his mouth, she pulled at the blankets beneath her, her head grinding into the mattress, hard, brutal pulses of incredible sensation building, clenching in her womb until the resulting explosion whipped through her senses like a blinding, overwhelming cataclysm.
The orgasm imploded inside her, jerking her into the possession of his lips and mouth, around the shuddering bud of her clitoris as he held her hips in place with powerful hands.
