Except, he paused.
My gaze shot to his face and I swear, the sexy, satisfied smirk on his mouth was almost enough to make me come. “You wanna come, darlin’?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Foul words from such a pretty mouth.” With an approving growl, he descended on me once more, his tongue darting over my clit as he slipped not one, but two fingers inside me.
A scream tore from my throat. And then I was falling, crashing, burning as my orgasm ripped through me and my very soul. My vision flooded with black, every nerve ending in my body igniting as I rode the wave of pleasure. All the while he never relented, prolonging it all as his fingers pumped in and out of me.
“Good girl, come for me, darlin’...just like that.”
When my orgasm finally ebbed, I found myself paralyzed in place. My skin felt like it was on fire, but the cool breeze floating on the wind sent a shiver through me. Hux gently, so gently, lowered my legs and righted my dress. I felt the truck shift as he hopped up beside me, and then he was pulling me into his warmth. Cradling me to him as he peppered kisses along my shoulder and neck.
My eyes fluttered open and I turned to face him, embers of desire already sparking once more in the wake of his teasing touches. I wasn’t done. The need, the want, the thirst for him was insatiable.
With a newfound ferocity, I sat up, pushed him onto his back, and kissed him while fiddling with his belt buckle and then the button and zipper of his jeans. I managed to pull them down enough to let his cock spring free before straddling his waist, the rock hard length of him poised against my entrance.
The groan that escaped him and the punishingly tightgrip on my hips left my body trembling once more.
“Fuck, Quinn.”
My name—the way he said it… A shiver rolled down the length of my spine and I slowly seated myself onto his cock. Inch by inch, reveling in the growls and hisses and curses that escaped him.
He tried to sit up, probably to kiss me or pull me into his embrace, but I found myself rather enjoying the view. Of him struggling with the lack of control, struggling with letting his desire overtake him completely. The first rock of my hips had his mouth falling open and his eyes rolling back into his head. By the third, he slammed a fist down onto the truck bed.
I giggled at the lack of restraint. I’d never seen him like this. At my mercy. It was always the other way around. I feel like I normally melted with just the simplest touch for him. It was nice to know I had this effect on him. It was empowering, even.
“You like this?” I asked, my voice far more confident than even I expected.
He gripped my hips, helping me pick up a steady rhythm as I rode his cock. “Fuck, yes. You’re so fuckin’ good at this.”
I hummed, his approval warming me to my soul. I never realized how much I needed his praise. But being showered in it, being loved and worshiped like I was a goddess…it did wonders to my confidence. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah, darlin’. Keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Ride my fuckin' cock.”
With a hand still gripping my hip, his other drifted up to grab one one of my breasts. A ripple of desire speared straight to my core, forcing a moan up my throat. My head fell back to the darkening sky.
“Fuck…that feels…so good.” I could barely get the words out as a new orgasm flared to life and rose from the ashes. He kneaded and squeezed my breast, only stoking the flames more. God, I was so close again.
So, fucking close.
He shifted, sitting up fully, and then his mouth met the column of my neck before trailing down, down, down over the curve of my breast. When his mouth found my nipple, his tongue swirling over the peaked bud, I nearly came undone.
“I’m so close,” I managed to bite out as our hips rolled in time with one another.
His teeth grazed over my nipple before he released it with a pop, sending a surge of pleasure so white-hot and vicious through me I almost fell apart right then and there. I didn’t know whether to sigh in relief at the slight reprieve of sensation it gave me or cry out in mourning from him stopping his unrelenting teasing.
“Wrap your legs around me, darlin’,” he growled out, the words low and husky.
I did as I was told, pleased with how filling this position left me feeling. It put him in more in control once more, but I didn’t mind. Each thrust of his hips sent my orgasm blazing brighter. Any second I would catch fire completely and combust. I liked the intimacy of this position too. The closeness I felt to him. He peppered kisses along my jaw, my neck, my chest, while one of his hands stroked up and down my spine gently, while the other speared into my hair, tilting my head up to give him better access to my throat.
“You feel so fuckin’ good. I love the way you ride me.”
His words flooded me with warmth. “I’m so close, Hux.”
Black dots dotted my vision once more, and my body quaked with the need for release. His thrusts sped up in tempo, turning more rushed and violent.
“Come on, darlin’. Come for me,” he murmured against my skin, before nipping at the chord of muscle on my neck.
