Navarro's Promise - Lora Leigh [104]
His head lowered, his lips brushing against her shoulder just before his teeth raked it sensually.
“It’s going to get hot,” he growled at her ear as he caught the lobe for just a second before releasing it with a quick lick and moving his lips to her neck.
“You know what you’ve done.” His voice was now closer to a growl. “Don’t you, Amaya?”
“I didn’t do it.” She breathed in roughly, her head falling back as a low, drawn-out moan escaped her lips and her hips rode his thigh harder, fighting for release, feeling it surge through her.
“You knew.” He nipped the sensitive flesh of her neck, the pleasure burning through her womb and into her cunt.
Clenching. Slick, hot moisture easing along the walls of her vagina, creating an internal caress as Navarro’s hard thigh created a friction against her clit. Her hips rolled. Her juices heated her cunt walls as she felt it easing past the swollen folds to heat the flesh of thigh.
His lips moved lower, his tongue licking along the base of her neck.
“I didn’t know.” She gasped.
He bent lower, his lips moving to the swollen mound below as one hand cupped her breast, lifting it to his lips.
His lips covered the engorged peak, sucked it and sent a maelstrom of brutal sensation surging through her. Her fingers sank into his hair, clenched. Arching into his hold, desperate to press the hardened flesh deeper into the hot cavern of his mouth, Mica was all but sobbing with the need for more.
She knew what was coming, but she hadn’t known what to expect.
She actually felt the spicy heat of the mating hormone against her sensitive nipple. As he sucked the violently sensitive bud, a hint of the swollen glands raked against it.
She was dying for him.
His touch.
His hold.
“Kiss me.” She needed his taste in her mouth, that hint of sweetened honey rushing through her. She was addicted to him, addicted to his taste, addicted to the intensity of the pleasure that would rage through her once the heat of the hormone hit her system.
And he didn’t make her wait long.
His head lifted from her breast, one hand tangled in the long curls of her hair, and pulled her hair back as his lips covered hers with a fiery, deepening hunger. She felt his arm wrap around her hips as he lifted her.
She expected the bed.
She expected him to lay her down, but instead she found herself perched on the back of the couch that sat in the middle conversation area of the suite, her thighs spread, lifted, and his cock pressing against her.
A hard spurt of fluid jetted against the opening of her pussy, spreading fire inside and out as the engorged head of his cock began to stretch the tender opening. She felt it again, heated, numbing and sensitizing at once as Mica felt her pussy clenching tighter around the head of his cock as he began working it inside her.
His hips moved, shifting, rolling, pressing.
She was tighter than ever before, each spurt of mating fluid that splashed into the sensitive flesh tightening her cunt further, sending convulsive ripples through the clenching muscles milking him inside her.
Her juices were flowing, slick and hot, yet still, she was tight, clenching, milking his dick inside her as she arched into each rolling press of his hips.
Dazed, she looked down, the sight of his cock, so thick and engorged, spreading the folds of her pussy, the slickened flesh clinging to the darkly flushed shaft as he pressed farther inside.
“Harder.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Pleasure was a rush of flames spreading through every inch of her body. Heat suffused her, rushed through her until she was crying out with it.
“More,” she moaned, arching closer. “Navarro, please.”
It wasn’t enough. Not enough sensation, not enough of the pleasure or pain she craved with every fiber of her being.
His hips jerked, thrust in deeper, and sent a wave of ecstatic pleasure burning through her.
“Say it,” he growled.