She clawed the stairs, craned her head back so they could connect with a needy kiss. She bucked and whined so sweetly.
Splice was almost mindless, following the directions of her cries to the letter. She wanted faster; she wanted harder; she wanted more, and he delivered for his girl.
He continued to cram his blunt fingers into the tight confines of her underwear with ruthless movements. Every nudge against her little bud on the twisted-out stroke set off a chain of sparks inside her.
Fuck. She was out of this world as she cried into his mouth. His free hand curled around the front of Lisa’s throat, keeping her head angled and her mouth locked to his. He tasted her climax while his fingers finished her off, but once she was spent, he didn’t remove his hand. He was tortured more by feeling her fluttering inner walls fighting around his fingers, and his jealous cock wanted in on that action so fucking badly.
His lower body ached. It ached in a brutally fantastic way, and like every time he’d been with Lisa, he was in no great rush to get his pleasure.
Hers was more than enough, and he pulled from her mouth to bury his face against her sweet-smelling neck, growling her name while she tauntingly rolled her hips, bucking up into his groin with her backside. He had his forearm braced near her mouth, and she suddenly sank her teeth into him.
The jolt shot blood down to Splice’s rampant dick.
“Do it again,” he rasped.
She bit him again and scraped her teeth the length of his forearm.
Mother of Christ, he went blind. “Have mercy on me, goddess.” He pleaded hoarsely, his thread almost snapping.
“No,” she laughed, the hot little tease.
Even though she was a little buzzed, she still had him wrapped around her finger; he picked her up and put her on his lap when she asked him to turn around.
Lisa instantly curled into his neck, as if it were her favorite spot.Her home.
Splice had so much shit on his mind lately.
How to keep her safe and a crazy man out of their lives, but this peace was worth every bad moment as he hugged her closer, dropping kisses to her temples and soothing a hand along her spine.
She was content to snuggle him. Splice rose to his feet, Lisa in his arms, and trekked upstairs, setting her on the side of the bed. She was low-lidded, watching him walk around the bedroom, lighting the room with only lamps. He grabbed sleepwear for her, knowing she didn’t enjoy sleeping naked as he did.
She was sweet and docile while he dressed her and then tucked her into bed.
But she rolled into him like a missile the moment he slid into bed.
“Can we kiss for a long time, hmm?” She was already pressing her lips to Splice’s, and the hum vibrated desire to his quickly rising cock again.
Goddammit, he’d only just got himself under control with a fast jerk in the bathroom. He internally groaned, roping an arm around Lisa’s waist, hauling her closer, and his goddess went a step further to drive her man wild by throwing a leg high around his thigh.
“Can we?” She tempted. “I love Ryan’s mouth so much; it’s my one weakness.”
He grinned, stroking the hair away from her face. “Just my mouth? Not me, sweetheart?”
She puckered, letting him know she wanted kissing.
It was his fucking pleasure.
A long time to his girl meant five minutes, because her tipsy ass fell asleep while she was kissing him. He groaned, drawing slowly back from her mouth, tempted to do some diabolical things to her unconscious body.
But that wasn’t Splice’s kink. He wanted Lisa wide awake and screaming with enjoyment. He drew her half on top of him, slipped a hand into the back of the PJ pants to cup her ass, and shut down, one horny cell at a time.
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Lisa
“I swear, I’ll stop saying how different he is soon,” chuckled a low-whispering Nina a few nights later.
They were sitting on Nina’s backyard decking, both nursing glasses of wine and wrapped warmly in thick cardigans in the early December night air. Their men were inside seeing to the food.
