The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [153]
He placed a gentle kiss on her navel, then slipped his hands under her thighs and opened her legs wide. “Bend your knees for me, sweetheart. That’s it. A little wider.”
She felt horribly exposed with her legs sprawled so wide, his warm breath touching her most sensitive flesh. He was looking at her, studying her, and it embarrassed her even as it excited her almost unbearably.
Knowing what would happen, overcome with curiosity and carnal need, Misty dropped her head on the carpet and stared at the heavily shadowed ceiling.
The first damp stroke of his hot tongue felt like live lightning. She jerked, but he held her still and licked again. She groaned. Morgan used his thumbs to open her completely and tasted her deeply, without reserve.
“Oh God.”
“So sweet,” he murmured, and anything else he said was lost behind her moans.
She couldn’t hold still, couldn’t think straight. His fingers glided over her wet swollen tissues, dipping inside every now and again, but not enough to make the building ache go away. His tongue did the same, lapping softly, then stabbing into her.
“Morgan, please…”
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured hotly, and even his breath made her wild.
But then she gasped as he began working two fingers deep into her. Moving against him, she tried to make him hurry, tried to make him go deeper.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured and she heard the repressed tension in his voice.
“Morgan.”
His mouth closed over her throbbing clitoris, sucking gently while his fingers stroked in and out, and she was lost. She cried out, thankful that they were alone, that he’d had the sense to insure their privacy, because she wanted to yell, needed to yell. Nothing had ever felt like this, so powerful and sweet and so much pleasure it was nearly too much to bear.
Morgan moved up over her, settling his hips gently against hers. His hands cupped her face until her eyes opened. “I’m going to come into you now.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me if I—”
“You won’t hurt me.” If he didn’t get on with it, she might be forced to rape him. A gentle pulsing from her recent climax still shook her, but she wanted more, she wanted it all, she wanted Morgan.
“Put your legs around me.”
As soon as she’d gotten her shaky limbs to work, he smothered her mouth with his own and pushed cautiously into her. Her body bowed, trying to accommodate him, then wilted as he sank deep, entering her completely. His raw groan echoed her own.
A moment of suspended pleasure and building anticipation held them both, then he began moving in deep, gentle thrusts. He stayed slightly propped up on his elbows rather than giving her his weight. Misty tried to protest, wrapping her arms tight around him and doing her best to bring him to her.
“No, sweetheart. I’m too heavy,” he panted, his jaw tight, his shoulders bunched. His eyes blazed at her and he kept kissing her, as if he couldn’t get enough; deep, hungry kisses and gentle, tender kisses.
Even now, he was being so careful with her. Her heart swelled painfully. “Please, Morgan.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenched, and the sight of him, so strong, so powerful, and so gentle, added to the physical pleasure and made her climax again with a suddenness that took her breath away. She strained against him, her thighs tightening, her fingers digging into his powerful shoulders. The second her muscles tightened around his erection, Morgan cursed, then gave up the struggle.
He allowed her to pull him down and pressed his face into her throat, hugging her closer still, his big body straining and shuddering as he came.
For long moments he rested against her, dragging in air, his body gradually relaxing. She felt him kiss her throat…and she felt his smile.
Misty squeezed him again. She didn’t know what she had expected,