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“Yeah, that’s what I like,” he said in a low voice. “I want you all wild and eager for me.”
Reilly was merciless in his ministrations. He held her still with one powerful hand while the other palmed her mound. Lucy pulled his head toward her in a silent plea for his mouth to replace his fingers.
“No,” he softly warned, “tell me what you want. Say it.”
“Reilly,” she pleaded, knowing damn well she was unable to actually form complete sentences at this point.
“If you want my tongue inside you, you’re going to have to ask me nicely.”
Lucy cursed and tugged at his hair, but the man wasn’t budging an inch. “Stop teasing me,” she cried.
“I want to kiss your pretty little pussy, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I want to taste that sweet juice so badly, but I want to hear the lovely words from you first. That’s not so much to ask, is it?”
Her face burned as she attempted to form the words he wanted. “I want your mouth on me.” Lucy took his dark, fiery gaze as a sign that she should continue. “I want your tongue thrusting inside me, and I desperately want you to push me to the floor and take me as hard and as fast as you want. For as long as you want, until we’re both limp and sweating. I want you, Reilly, and I’m not going to stop wanting you, that’s for damn sure.”
Silence gathered between them for several heartbeats, and then: “Jesus, woman.”
Chapter Three
Reilly’s hands were voracious, touching and caressing every smooth inch of Lucy. He moved two fingers between her swollen pussy lips and slid them deep. God, he was hungry for her. Like never before. Feeling the petal-soft skin between her thighs fueled his heated blood and turned his need into a razor-sharp ache. He had the urge to possess and dominate Lucy. To stake his claim on her in some elemental way.
He wanted her begging for him. To need him as desperately as he needed her. He ached to slide into her tight heat and feel her inner walls holding his cock like a silken glove. He thrust his fingers in and out, and Lucy moaned his name and grasped on to his shoulders for support. Reilly felt her delicate fingers biting into his skin, and he reveled in the knowledge that he could make her so needy for him.
Now. It had to be now. He couldn’t wait a second longer.
Reilly dispensed with their clothes, then gently moved her to the floor, their conversation forgotten. There was no past. No future. Only now. Only Lucy. Lucy’s needy cries shredded Reilly’s control. He’d never been so eager for a woman. He used his arms to keep the bulk of his weight off her yet pin her in place at the same time. There were no pretty words, no slow-and-easy movements. Simply a swelling mixture of heated lust and fiery desire.
“Touch me,” he gently ordered, dying to feel her soft fingers clasped around his cock.
Lucy did as he asked, slipping her hand between them and sliding it downward until she had his dick in the palm of her hand. Her index finger touched the tip, teasing forth a bead of moisture. Reilly’s cock hardened and throbbed under her ministrations. “That’s good, sweetheart,” he praised her.
She positioned his dick at her entrance and folded her legs around him, drawing him down with her heels on his buttocks, pulling him in. “It gets better,” she whispered.
Her body cradled his hips as if made for him. He thrust forward, coaxing a whimper from her. When his gaze took in the sight of her dark curls covering her pussy, the temptation to taste her sweet flavor took hold of him. He moved down her body and pressed his mouth to her pussy lips. She was wet with the first touch of his tongue, her feminine center instantly responding to him.
“God, Lucy, I might never be able to get enough of you.”
His fingers roamed over her stomach, smoothing their way over her ribs to her breasts. He weighed one small orb in his palm and flicked his thumb over her nipple, teasing it to a hard, tempting point.
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“One stroke and I’m going up in flames,” she admitted in a husky voice.
“Mm, good,” he said as he squeezed and pinched her nipple, driving himself crazy with the feel of her between his fingers. His head descended on her pussy; then his mouth suckled her clit and licked up her sweet juices.
“I’m on the edge here, please!”
“Please what, Lucy?” His voice was barely above a whisper and too rough from the desire riding him.
“Please make love to me.”
Her sultry plea danced over his spine, and though it was a small thing, he clung to her words. That she wanted him to make love to her and not just sate her lust gave him hope that maybe this was more to her than a one-night stand.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.”
His mouth went on a journey over her breasts and belly. His hand moved slowly over her slight curves, enjoying the feel of her pale ivory skin. His fingers stroked her clit, squeezing and flicking. The husky little sounds coming from her throat turned him on even more. Without warning, she shouted his name and came against his hand, thrusting her hips upward, seeking more. Reilly tucked his thumb into her slick opening and sparked off another climax. When her legs loosened and dropped to the floor, Reilly lifted enough to get a good look at her. Her face was flushed, and her nipples were pebble hard.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as he took in the sexy sight she presented.
