Page 82 of The Muse

He made a sound of pure greed and gripped my ass to hold me still while my release ripped through me. He drank it down, then sucked long and slow to draw it out.

He was right—that orgasm turned me inside out and yet only took the edge off. In moments, I was hard again as he made his way back up my body, undoing buttons on my dress shirt along the way. He tossed it aside and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue, mixed with all that was him. My need took on a life of its own. I kicked aside my pants and underwear, then tore his shirt open, sending buttons flying.

He frowned. “That was new.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” I said into his neck.

“Ah yes. You’re about to be a very rich man.”

“Ambri.” I met his gaze. “I already am.”

The words hit him and sunk in, but I knew he could only hear so much in one night. With a ferocious kiss, I drove him to the bed and blanketed his body with mine. Putting myself between him and whatever the fuck thought it could take him from me.

I’ll die first.

I lay over him, kissing him until we were both breathless. His hands roamed my back, exploring, and I suspected it wasn’t often someone just held him, kissing him, and letting the need flare and ebb in indulgent waves. With effort, I released his mouth and moved my tongue down his body, intending to leave no inch of skin untasted. He hissed as I took one small nipple between my teeth and sucked.

“Torture,” he managed.

“Your fault. You bought me time.”

“Lesson learned,” he gritted out. “No more blowjobs for you.”

I bit him lightly in retaliation, just below his navel. His abs contracted, became more defined, and I had to see the rest of him. I knelt and stripped him out of his pants and underwear. His cock sprang free and stood at attention, huge and hard and leaking.

“Fuck, Ambri.” I took him in hand, licked that salty drop, and groaned. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Kind of you to say,” he said, his eyes glazed. “But if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to think bad thoughts about you.”

“Can’t have that.” I reached to the nightstand drawer and fished around for a condom and a small bottle of lube. “I want this to be good for you.”

Now it was his turn to look somber.

“It’s already perfect.”

I kissed him, deep and long, then paused to slick my fingers. Propped on one arm, I lay over him and reached between his legs to gently work him open. His tightness made me groan, and I couldn’t imagine my entire cock in him. I kissed his lips, his chin, his neck, and then made my way back up to his mouth that I couldn’t get enough of. One finger became two, and I pressed the sensitive spot inside him, making him arch into my hand. He moaned, made fists in the sheets, as I moved my fingers in and out. Then I added a third, watching him all the while, checking in.

Finally, he shook his head, panting and sweaty. “Enough with the bloody fingers, Cole. Give me your cock.”

“So demanding.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if—”

I silenced him with another kiss. “A perk of this new development. I finally found a way to shut you up.”

He replied by snarling and biting my lower lip, and I laughed. Ambri was like an untamed wildcat, all teeth and claws.

And all mine…

I sat up, straddling his hips to put on the condom. I stroked my length with lubed fingers and then settled between his legs to align myself. Ambri inhaled and let it go. Slowly, I eased inside him an inch. His next inhale was a hiss, and my gaze jumped up.

“Okay?”

He nodded, exhaled. “More…”

I pressed in slowly. Another inch. God, he was so fucking tight.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said, tense with the strain of taking me. “Stop being careful.”

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