Page 67 of Spring Break Fling

She shuddered. “Oh.”

I leaned down and put my mouth to her breast once again. I savored every curve and sensitive spot. My lips trailed down her stomach as my hands caressed her thighs. When I finally settled between her legs, I looked up to meet her eyes.

I lowered my head and tasted her for the first time. She gasped, her hips arching up toward my mouth. I took my time, using my tongue to tease and explore. Her soft moans filled the room.

I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted. She was so damn sexy. I couldn’t get enough of her taste or the way she clutched at me when I hit her sweet spot.

Soon, Hannah’s moans turned into whimpers and her body stiffened. It was my cue that she was close. I increased the pressure, sliding my finger inside her while my tongue lapped at her clit.

She whimpered and writhed like she was trying to get away from me, but her hands pulling my face against her pussy said otherwise.

“Nikko,” she gasped, arching her back. “Oh God, I’m going to…”

I didn’t stop until her cries of pleasure filled the quiet room. I lapped at her while she jerked and shook with the aftermath.

I pulled away from her wet core and kissed over her belly and back to her breasts. This was what I had been craving since the first time. I knew she would taste like heaven. That wasn’t right. Being inside her was heaven. Drinking from her was like consuming the nectar of the gods.

I moved back to kiss her and she moaned into my mouth.

“Jeans,” she murmured against my lips. “Now.”

I sat up, quickly unlaced my boots, and kicked them off. Then I hopped off the bed, stripped off my jeans, and dug in my inside jacket pocket to pull out a condom.

I should have kept more in there.

“Wait,” she whispered.

I was going to die. My dick was so hard, there was no way I could walk out of this room without finishing. I was going to have to embarrass myself and finish myself off if she didn’t want to do it for me.

I slowly turned, preparing myself for her rejection. “Yeah?”

“My turn,” she said in a sultry voice.

I cocked one eyebrow. “I think you just had your turn, princess.”

She giggled, her cheeks flushed. “Not that. Don’t put that on yet.”

I felt my guts twist. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“Lay down,” she ordered.

I did as she asked, putting the condom on the pillow. It was her turn to sit and stare at my body. Her fingers ran down the dragon that wrapped around my ribcage. “That’s where the fire comes from,” she murmured.

“My inner dragon,” I said.

She chuckled softly, her breath warming my skin. She leaned closer, her lips brushing against the sinuous lines of ink. “I like your dragon,” she whispered.

Hannah’s touch seemed to ignite something primal within me, each stroke of her fingers firing a deep, molten heat through my veins.

She positioned herself between my legs, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that both thrilled and unnerved me. The room felt charged with electricity, every nerve ending alert and vibrating under her scrutiny.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her head to where I was most vulnerable. The sensation of her warm breath against my skin caused a sharp inhale. Tension coiled tighter as I anticipated her next move. But then she paused, hovering just inches away, her gaze never leaving mine.

I gulped down the lump in my throat. She was going to kill me.

With a slow, teasing smile that spoke volumes of her intentions, Hannah finally made contact. Her lips and tongue were skilled and confident as she explored, learning quickly what drew gasps or moans from me. The world narrowed down to the feel of her mouth on me, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her hands gripped my thighs as she deepened her efforts, her own moans vibrating against me, adding another layer to the intense sensations.

I reached down to lace my fingers through her hair, guiding her slightly, encouraging her without words. She never wavered, even as she responded to my silent direction, intensifying the pressure in just the right way.