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Sadie . . . oh, she does. She—
“Ow.”
I glare at him. My nipple aches where he bit.
“Oh, good, you’re back. Where did you go, Sadie? Because you sure as shit weren’t with me.”
He’s rumpled but dressed, and I’m naked on the bed. The bite wasn’t meant to arouse. It was meant to be sharp and reality-filled.
“I was thinking.”
Leland comes up, hand on either side of my head, body over mine, not quite touching me, as he looks me hard in the eye. “I don’t want you thinking when you’re with me, doing things with me. Naked, filthy, glorious things with me. I want you present. You can think later. Much later.”
I slide my arms around his neck. “Maybe you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“And maybe I’m not finished with you like this.”
A breath catches in my throat. He promised me dirty, naked, glorious fun. I want that. And he’s right, I would sometimes go away in my head with Billy, but I don’t want to miss a moment with Leland. “Make it good.”
“Sweet Sadie, this is one of the arenas where I excel.”
And, oh my God, does he.
Leland stares down at me in a way that makes me breathless, aching, and squirming. Because it’s hot, erotic, and so intimate that look I want to hide. He’s a beautiful man, handsome, high cheekbones and the most glorious eyes of dark amber framed with black lashes. A curl of his hair falls forward, a lazy wave of a curl, and I want to run my fingers through his hair that’s just right. I’ve tasted his mouth, and I want his cock, but he’s in no rush to make me go down on him, and I get the feeling if I tried right now, he’d stop me.
He’s been inside me in a hard, fast, and explosive fuck that released energy and pleasure. The satiation only led to wanting more.
And I do. I want so much more. I want it however he decides. I want to take him in my mouth, and I want to offer myself to him, body, control, all up and over to him. And I want to ride him hard.
Leland kisses me long and slow, making my toes curl on the bedding as he takes his time, tasting, exploring, drawing me out and up into him. Every time he starts to pull back, I follow, wanting more of his kisses.
But finally, he raises his head, the look he gives me makes me go still. He moves down, kissing a path over my skin that seems to burn and leap into a different kind of feverish life under his lips and tongue and teeth.
His fingertips trail soft, making me shiver. He tweaks a nipple with his hand as he makes his way down farther, kissing and licking over my stomach and my hip, and that tug on my nipple is a powerline straight to my clit.
I part my thighs for him. Wide. Lift my hips like some kind of erotic offering, a sacrifice that only ends in rewards and pleasure. And he laughs softly as he skims my inner thighs, turning me to liquid need. I thread my fingers through his hair as he moves against my intimate lips, touching, tasting, teasing me everywhere except that nub of nerve endings.
Leland slides two fingers into me, and I come a little, convulsing as pleasure starts to shoot through me. He stops and raises his head. “Not yet, sweet Sadie. I’ll let you know when.”
That’s when he puts his mouth on me, sucking and licking my clit, working his finger into me, almost out and back in again, curling it slightly to rub against that sensitive spot inside, and it’s driving me insane.
I’m trembling, coming apart at the seams, and trying to hold it back. That wave of need and pleasure and release he’s relentlessly building. And he keeps pushing me, subtly changing what he’s doing until something sweet and intense unfurls inme, and I moan so loud, my hips rising and pushing up at him and I’m panting, muttering his name.
And he whispers, “Yes.”
He keeps that thing up, the way he moves his mouth, the pressure of his push into me, the beat of the thrusts, the curl, and I can’t help it, I’m falling into something so large and beautiful and overwhelming I might be talking in tongues.
“Now.” One word and I explode, giving out a screaming breath ofyesandohmyfuckingGod.
The words sing in the air.
They play over my skin in a shiver, and I’m utterly boneless. He doesn’t let me waft down. Instead, he sucks hard, making me squeal. Then he pulls away and strips, and he’s just golden glory. A perfect male specimen that I could lust at forever.
He slides over me and takes my mouth again. He pushes into me, stretching me, and it’s so good, I’m still riding the wave when the welcome invasion of his thick cock sets me off again.
This time it’s a slow, measured pace of sweet, hot sex. And when we come, he curls me in his arms and kisses my eyelids, brow, cheeks, nose, and lips.
He sighs, a sound of pure male contentment, and it vibrates through me, a thrill of knowing I did that to him, pleased him.
