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I’m back on my knees in front of her where I intend to place my mouth and tongue in that sweet spot between her legs. I never get the chance. She sits up, wrapping her arms around me, her puckered nipples between us, her lips finding my lips. Her tongue lances past my teeth, and caresses. I meet that caress with a deeper stroke that ends with a scrape of my teeth. I squeeze her backside and pull her closer, the fingers of my free hand settled into the slick heat between her open thighs, she whimpers into my mouth.
That whimper is my undoing more times than not this time, not until I’ve become the undoing of her. My fingers sink inside her, and now she’s panting, murmuring “Rick” all soft and sweet.
“I never let anyone else call me Rick.” I tangle my fingers into her hair and drag her gaze to mine. “No one.”
She inches back and stares at me, understanding in her eyes. I fucked around but no one else was ever worthy of knowing my first name. “No one?” she asks tentatively.
“No one, baby.” I devour her mouth, savoring the taste of her surrender that I don’t deserve, but I’ll change that. I’ll spend a damn lifetime changing that. My thumb works her clit, lips parting with her pant. I watch her lashes lower and it only takes a few pumps of my fingers, and caress of her swollen nub before she whimpers with an arch of her hips, grabbing my arm. “I—I—” She quakes against my hand and around my fingers.
I lick her bottom lip and ease her through the spasms, my fingers caressing deep and long, and then slow and slower yet. She grabs my shoulders, limp for a moment before she brings her lips to mine. “I need a lot of things with you, Rick. Right now, I need you inside me.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Savage
Me and my cock really want Candace riding us right now, but I’m not trying to make this all about me. It’s about her, and her pleasure. Okay, it’s also about me. Her pleasure is still a whole lot of my pleasure. “I want you on my tongue right now.”
She reaches for my pants once again. “I want to be on your cock right now.”
I laugh, a good laugh, the kind of laugh I’ve never been able to share with anyone while fucking but Candace. The kind of laughing and joking that does nothing to diminish the intensity between us. “Does this mean you want to be on top?”
She nips my lips this time. “You’ll have to get undressed to find out, now won’t you?”
“Hmmm.”
“Rick, damn it. I need—”
My mouth finds hers, and we’re all kinds of wild that turns into me naked with her now, and when I sit down on the bed, she’s standing in front of me. I pull her to my lap, and in a hell yeah moment, my arm catches her waist, and she’s got my cock in her hand, guiding me into all that wet, tight heat between those beautiful thighs. Nice and slow, she’s sliding down the length of me until she’s settling all sweet and right, against my hips.
“Do you miss my tongue?” I ask, cupping her pretty little ass, and rocking my hips.
“Only because you’re not kissing me,” she murmurs breathlessly and damn I really love it when she’s breathless.
I catch her head and pull her mouth close. “A kiss for now but my tongue has other ideas for you and soon.”
She leans into me, claiming my mouth, and I don’t deny either of us the adrenaline rush of the kiss that follows. I squeeze her backside and give her a hard smack, just the way she likes it. She yelps and bites my lip, a hard pinch that turns me the fuck on. I catch those long silky strands of her hair and give them just enough of a pull for her to feel it. We’re back to that wild push and pull between us, and she rocks into me with a hard shove. She wants me on my back. It would be easy to place her on her back or her stomach. To take her, to touch her, to turn her inside out, but I don’t do any of those things. I give her what she wants, me on my back, her in control. Because this really is about what she wants and needs. And tonight, she needs control. I think she needs it often with me, at least right now. At least until she’s over the way I took that control by leaving. I don’t revel in the way I’m going to be forced to take her control again tomorrow when we battle over the party.
I’m barely pressed to the mattress, and she’s straddling me, beautiful as hell on top of me; her long silky hair wild around her shoulders, strands teasing her perky pink nipples. Her lips roughed up from my kisses, eyes heavy with desire. It’s all I can do not to turn her over, and hold onto her, capture her beneath me. She leans over me and into me, kissing me and my hand flattens on her lower back, pressing her hips into my hips. She arches into me, sways and strokes my cock, left and right, up and down. And when she sits up, riding me with abandon, it’s not me that owns her—it’s her that owns me. Watching her, feeling her, is fire and adrenaline. Both of which magnify by ten when she leans forward again and gives me this sultry, I’m-so-damn-in-lust-and-love-with-you look, that every man should want to experience.
