The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [58]
She released her breasts to clutch at the sheet, trying to ground herself against the unbearable eroticism of his command. He didn’t hurry her, didn’t repeat his order. He merely waited and finally, after two deep breaths, she found the courage to do as he asked. She felt stiff with expectation and nervousness and excitement as she felt herself slowly exposed.
He made a low rasping sound of appreciation, then whispered, “Wider.”
Shaking from head to toe, she bent one knee, and with a raw groan, he took swift advantage. She felt his hot moist breath, the touch of his lips on the inside of her thigh, then higher, until he was there, kissing her, nuzzling into her femininity. With a jolt of red hot lust, she lifted her hips, the movement involuntary and instinctive, offering herself to him completely.
“Easy, sweetheart.” His hands slid under her, locking around her thighs, keeping her still. Keeping her wide open.
She felt the bold stroke of his tongue, then the seeking press of his lips before he found what he wanted and treated her to another, more gentle but twice as devastating suckle.
She was sensitive and swollen from her recent climax, and the feel of his mouth there was both a relief and a wild torment. She had a single moment of cognizance and pulled a pillow over her head to muffle her raw cries, and then she was climaxing again. And again. Sawyer reveled in her reactions, and she found he could be totally ruthless when he chose to be. He used his fingers, gently manipulating her. He used his tongue to make her beg, his teeth to make her gasp. And she gladly obeyed.
When he stood by the side of the bed, she no longer tried to cover herself. She doubted she could move. Her legs were still sprawled, her breasts trembling with her low, shallow breaths, but she didn’t care. She felt replete and wrung out and willingly pliant.
Sawyer shucked off his jeans, his face dark with desire, his breathing labored. Honey let her head fall to the side so she could see him better, and through narrowed, slumberous eyes, she took in the gorgeous sight of his naked body. Though she didn’t move, her heart gave a heavy thump at the sight he presented.
His shoulders and chest were wide, his stomach hard, his thighs long and muscled. The hair around his groin was darker, and his erection was long and thick, pulsing in impatience. She shuddered at the sight of it, wondering if she could bear taking him inside when everything else he’d done had already shattered her. She felt emotionally raw, unable to cope with the depth of what she’d experienced, of what he could so easily make her feel.
She watched as he opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a slim pack of condoms. He tore one open and deftly slid it on, then turned to stare down at her.
She whispered, “I didn’t know, didn’t think…” but she couldn’t put into words the way he’d made her feel, how it both thrilled and alarmed her. She could tell by the grim set of his features he understood, and to some degree, felt the same. They both resented the strength of the desire between them. Mere sex shouldn’t be so consuming, so uncontrollable.
“I can feel you everywhere,” she added in the same low tone, almost fearfully because she’d never suspected sex could be so wild and forceful, to the point she was helpless against it. Her skin still tingled, her senses alive though her body was sated.
Remaining at the side of the bed, his eyes hot on her face, Sawyer reached down and cupped his hand over her sex. His fingers moved gently between her slick folds until they opened; he pressed his middle finger inside her, and his eyes closed on a groan. “Damn, you’re wet and tight.”
Honey bit her lip and tears seeped from the corners of her eyes as she struggled to accept this new onslaught of sensation. “It’s…it’s too much, Sawyer.”
“And not enough,” he rasped, then came into the bed over her.
She opened herself to him without reserve, lifting her face for his kiss. Though the hunger was still tightly etched in his features, his kiss was gently