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Shy virgin Mikayla? Talking dirty?
She knew how to do it, she thought mutinously.
"Taste you?" he whispered a second before he placed a gentle kiss directly over her clit. "Mikayla, playtime is almost over. Are you very certain this is what you want?"
"I told you, do your worst." She was insane and she knew it. She wanted the memories, though. Every one of them. When he was gone, she wanted to know she had for the first time been who she wanted to be. That she was herself. That for once she threw caution to the wind and lived for the moment and grabbed the chance she had at true sensual pleasure.
Do his worst? Nik had varied and wicked scenarios he'd replayed in his imagination more than once where Mikayla was concerned.
Having her beneath him, naked, wild, was but part of it. He'd never imagined she was so courageous, so daring, as to challenge him to do his worst. Because his worst could be bad. Sexual, dominant, and hungry, he was a man who knew the depths of his own hungers, just as he knew that holding back with this woman would be next to impossible.
She had dared him. Under normal conditions that wouldn't be enough, but with Mikayla it was the switch that unlocked the sexual beast prowling beneath. Staring up at her, he gave her one last level look from beneath his lashes, gauged her true courage, then parted the swollen folds of her pussy and laid his lips to the sweet pink sensitive flesh of her clit.
Her hips arched, strong and fast. Holding her thighs firmly, Nik held her in place as he placed kiss after delicate kiss against the throbbing nubbin. Her hips jerked in his hold, strangled cries falling from her lips as he used his 102
tongue with each kiss, flicked at the delicate knot of nerves, and began priming her body. She was a virgin, not an idiot, Mikayla assured herself desperately as she felt her senses burning beneath the destructive kisses Nik placed on her swollen clit. She may not have physical experience, but she read. She listened. She watched television and she had her own fantasies. And she sensed what she liked. Which was pretty much anything with Nik.
Lifting her hips closer to him, she let herself revel in the pleasure racing through her, even as she fought to keep herself from becoming catatonic within it. She wanted this. Every touch he would give her. But she wanted more as well. She wanted to touch as well as be touched. She wanted to drive him just as crazy for her as she was for him.
Broad shoulders were wedged between her thighs, holding her open to him as his lashes lifted, his gaze meeting hers as he licked around her clit. Stroked it, lashed at it in a caress so wickedly hot there should have been flames flickering over her flesh. Watching, barely able to process anything but the pleasure, Mikayla arched closer, needing more.
And Nik was more than willing to give her more. As her juices eased from her vagina, his lips and tongue licked lower, drawing closer to the center of the vicious ache whipping through her body.
His fingers parted the folds of flesh as a moan tore from her lips once again. And he licked. Long, slow licks, his tongue flickering over the entrance, dipping inside, a harsh groan tearing from his throat as she arched closer.
God, she needed closer.
"Nik!" His name tore from her lips as his tongue thrust inside her, penetrating with a heat that tore the last shred of restraint from her mind. Her thighs fell open further, knees lifting as her fingers buried in his hair to hold him closer to her. The feel of his tongue inside her, stroking flesh that had never been touched, exciting nerve endings just newly awakened.
She twisted against him, loving each caress, relishing it as her fingers bunched in his hair to hold him to her. Each lash and impalement of his tongue drove her closer to the edge, stoked the fires inside her higher, and built the need for more higher with every stroke.
She was going to come. She knew she was riding the edge, knew that once she slipped over it then there wouldn't be a chance that this would be a shared adventure. It would become her adventure alone.
She wanted to touch him as well. Wanted to watch her hands stroke over his chest, feel the strength of his cock beneath her hand, her lips.
"Nik, please," she moaned as shudders of near ecstasy began to wrack her body.
"Please, Nik."
"Please what, baby?" His head turned, his lips stroking against her inner thigh once again.
"Let me touch you. Please, Nik, before I come, I need to touch you." He couldn't bear it.
Nik stared up at her, seeing his demise in dazed amethyst eyes and flushed feminine features. He didn't dare allow her to touch him yet. Not yet. As he held her gaze his fingers stroked into the tender slit of her pussy, parting the 103
folds, following the shallow valley to the wet entrance of her sex. Slick and heated, the little opening clenched at the touch of his finger, flexing against his caress. Her eyes dazed further. Hunger surged through him as her hips arched again, need tightening her body, then surprise as his fingers dipped lower, the tip of one stroking against the tight entrance of her rear.
She was close to orgasm. Close enough that he was confident he could restrain her need to touch as well.
Tucking the tip of his finger against the little rosette, he turned his attention back to the sweet, lush flesh of her pussy. The taste of her was incredible. Drawing him, intoxicating him as her knees lifted, one delicate foot rising to his hip as she opened herself further to him, testing every ounce of self-control that he had ever possessed. He was losing himself to her; he could feel it. His cock throbbed with vicious need as his balls drew tight, the scent, the feel, of her making him insane for her. Gripping her hip with one hand, he held her to him as his tongue flicked over her clit before drawing it into his mouth. He sucked at it gently, licking it with firm strokes as the tip of his finger eased inside the tender entrance lower. She was trembling in his grip, her thighs tightening as muted cries fell from her lips. The flesh gripping the tip of his finger flexed and milked at the tip, tempting him to penetrate her further.
Sensual hunger was rising inside her. As her pussy became wetter, her anus eased, making his impalement of her easier, drawing him deeper as he pushed her closer. Pleasure was a demon burning beneath Mikayla's flesh, drawing her tighter, deeper, as she felt the impalement at her rear, Nik's lips and tongue at her clit. She was drowning in sensation. Raking talons of pleasure were racing across her flesh, surging through her bloodstream until they exploded through every cell of her body. His name tore from her lips. Her hips arched, a strangled scream escaping as electric surges of intense, overwhelming ecstasy raced through every nerve ending and threw her into a vortex of complete rapture.
It seemed never ending. A chaotic clash of sensations and pleasure that left her shaking, trembling in an aftermath she had no idea how to handle. And it wasn't enough.
She needed more.
Before he could grip her hips and hold her in place once again, before he could retain control and come over her to throw her senses off balance, Mikayla moved. Nik straightened between her thighs, giving her the perfect opportunity to sit up quickly, her hands flattening against his hard abs, her gaze drawn to the thick erection rising hard and powerful from between his thighs.
