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“It’s okay,” he groaned. “It’s pleasure, Risa. See how I enjoy your touch, sweet? Even my cock trembles for want of you.”
A tentative smile seemed to touch her lips for just a second before her head lowered again and he was forced to bite back a shout of pure ecstasy. Heated and damp, her tongue licked over him, then curled beneath the crest, rubbing against the super-sensitive flesh beneath the head. It was exquisite. Never had a woman’s touch felt so damned good.
“So good.” He had to clench his teeth over the words, it was so damned hot. “Sweet Risa.”
He was nearly panting as she licked, rubbed. Then, her lips slid over the head of his cock, taking it into her mouth and tightening as she began to suckle it tentatively.
He couldn’t bear it. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him. Her innocent caresses and tentative sucks were making him crazy.
“Lick,” he gasped. “Use your tongue, baby, as you suck. Ah fuck.” He nearly lost it as she applied her tongue in just the right spot, just below the flared head. She rubbed with her inquisitive little tongue, sucked with her hot, damp mouth, and his head nearly exploded.
“Ah, Risa,” he groaned. “Cup my balls, baby. The sac is tight; roll them slow and easy. Let your fingers play, baby.” He could barely get the words out.
He was teaching her each move that destroyed his self-control and he knew it. That pure eroticism of the moment was destroying her. He was teaching his lover all she didn’t know. Complete innocence was reflected in her pretty face, in the gleam of her eyes. Hunger and curiosity lit her expression. The combination was erotic. Sexier than anything he had ever known.
Her moan vibrated around his flesh and he had to clench his teeth, fist his hands, and tighten every muscle in his body to keep from spilling between her lips. Lips that were stretched around the throbbing head of his cock, a hot little tongue that caught the spurt of impending release that slipped his control.
He couldn’t do this. His body was straining, pushed to the limit as her nimble, gentle fingers played with his balls. Sweat popped up on his body, ran down his temple. He felt tortured on a rack of flames that was ecstasy and hell combined.
“Risa, sweet,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily against her mouth, driving his cock deeper. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to bury every hard inch of his dick as deep as he could get inside her.
She moaned against him again, sank her mouth deeper on him, and he hissed in extreme pleasure. Have mercy on him, her virginal mouth was driving him crazy. Never had he had such a hair trigger with a woman. And he couldn’t make her stop. He couldn’t come yet, not yet; her mouth was still on him, and she was fucking enjoying him.
It was in her face, her expression, in the gleam of her eyes as she risked a glance at him. She was enjoying every lick, every suck, every stroke of her fingers against his flesh, and no doubt the feminine part of her knew she was fracturing defenses and shields he had spent a lifetime developing.
His hips surged again. He felt his balls tighten further, felt the rush of electric heat that raced up his spine.
“Risa, baby,” he groaned. “I have a limit here. I’m going to come in that sweet mouth if we keep this up.”
He watched her face, her eyes, and had to shake his head to fight back the urge to spurt inside her hot mouth then and there. Her expression became drowsier, hungrier, as her eyes gleamed in excitement.
Her mouth moved more firmly on his flesh, tightened; her tongue rubbed and stroked.
He couldn’t do this, he told himself desperately. Coming in her mouth wasn’t part of the deal. It was an intimacy she wasn’t ready for yet. It was one he couldn’t force on her. She had no idea—
“Fuck!” His hands flashed out, gripped her hair. His control was shattering. He could feel the pulse of release building in his balls, surging into his dick. “Risa,” he breathed out roughly. “Baby. You’re not ready for this.”
He tried to pull her head back from the throbbing shaft. His fingers tightened in her hair and she moaned. Her tongue rubbed faster, her mouth sucked, and he was gone.
Never had control shattered so easily beneath a woman’s mouth. Micah came when he was ready to come, not when his cock made the decision. But tonight Risa’s sweet mouth was pushing him over the edge and making the decision for him.
“Risa.” His voice was raspy, the protest faint as her tongue swirled around his cock head. “Sweet, I’m going to come. I can’t hold back.” His hips tightened, arched. “Fuck. Risa!”
Risa tightened her mouth on the throbbing head of his cock and sucked him deeper, as deep as she could take him. Her tongue flickered over the little slit in the top of the crest; her fingers rubbed against his ball sac. She wanted his release. She wanted to taste him, luxuriate in him. She wanted to hold this part of him forever.
The harsh gasp he gave of her name was a warning. She wasn’t letting go; she wasn’t losing this. God knew she might never get her courage up for this again.
His hands tightened in her hair and the prickling at her scalp was another pleasure. His cock head throbbed again, a hard, violent flex of the flesh; then the first spurt of semen shot into her mouth.
The taste was dark, salty, sexy. Risa moaned around the taste and took more. Her mouth worked over the pulsing head as the male flavor filled her senses and sent flames rocking through her body. She took all he had to give, swallowing, drawing more to her eager tongue, and loving the shudders that tore through his body, the grip of his hands in her hair.
He was lost in his release. She could feel it; she gloried in it. Her femininity rose with a victorious shout as she moaned in rising excitement as the last pulse shot to her tongue.
He was strong, powerful, and in that moment Risa felt herself claiming him. Her heart, her soul. Parts of her she hadn’t known existed rose inside her. Feminine, filled with an inner strength that she barely recognized. She lifted her head, licked her lips, and watched as he lifted his dark lashes and stared back at her.
Her hands rose, flattened on her belly, and moved up until she was cupping her swollen breasts, touching her hard nipples. She felt empowered. As though another woman lived within her body now.
“You’re dangerous,” he growled, his hands reaching for her.
