hot. I’m so hot.”
She reached for her shirt, tugging the hem upward. Ethan eased it over her head and tossed it aside, his gaze fixed on her high breasts and rosy red nipples. He filled his hands with them, devouring them first with his eyes and then his mouth, lapping at one ripe peak with his tongue and teeth. She arched her back, soft sounds of pleasure flowing from her lips, her hands sliding into his hair.
Driven by her cries for more, Ethan repeated his actions on the other nipple, suckling harder as she moaned with pleasure, urging him onward with her actions, with her obvious pleasure.
She released a shuddering breath. “I need more,” she said. “You, Ethan. I need you inside me.” Her hand found the front of his trousers, tracing the ridge of his erection. “You need that, too.”
He moaned at the touch, pressing into her hand even as his mouth found hers. Hungrily he kissed her, his fingers working on the clasp on her skirt, pushing the fabric down her hips until it pooled at her feet. She kicked it aside and one of her calves wrapped around his, her hips pressing into his.
Kayla tugged his shirt from his pants, her soft palms pushing beneath the material, exploring and teasing, setting him on edge, pressing him to forget everything but the moment.
She yanked at his shirt again. “Take it off.” Her voice held an order, her eyes passionate, dark, and compelling. “Everything. Take everything off.”
He’d never let any woman, not even in the midst of pleasure, issue him an order. In their ancient world, females did their males’ bidding. But Kayla’s demand both aroused and pleasured him.
“As you wish,” he murmured, starting to work on his buttons.
Showing her impatience, Kayla reached forward, ripping the shirt apart. Before he could act, her palms splayed over his chest, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, her nipples brushing his skin with delicious friction. He could almost taste her hunger; he most certainly could smell the female desire in her.
Heat began to fire his skin, just as it had hers. As if she fed him her emotions, her desire, Ethan burned to get out of his clothes. Burned, almost desperately. He kicked off his shoes, discarding all barriers, ready to feel skin against skin. At the same time, Kayla focused on the button of his pants and popped it free. Next, she slid down his zipper, reaching inside the front of his pants and wrapping his cock in her warm grip. His eyes slid shut, his body growing thicker, harder.
Before he knew her intent, she was on her knees, shoving his pants to his ankles. Ethan looked down to see her tongue flicker out across the head of his cock.
“Hmmm,” she purred. “I’ve wanted to do this so many times.”
He sucked in a breath and pressed one hand against the wall. To see Kayla on her knees, taking him in her mouth, was pure heaven. “Why didn’t you?”
“Right now,” she said, her hand cupping his balls. “I don’t have a clue.”
Her hand wrapped the base of his cock and she sucked the tip of him into her mouth, the wet heat of her mouth damn near shaking him to the core. Her gaze lifted to his as she took more of him, inch by inch easing down his cock, her tongue working him in the process.
He wanted to move but didn’t dare, fearful of doing what he would have considered unheard of until now, fearful of losing control. As if she answered his silent pleas, her hand slid around his back side, pressing him into action.
At the same time, she began sucking him, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, urging him to pump his hips. He moved his hand to the back of her head, relishing the silky strands of her hair between his fingers and the silky heat of her mouth around his cock. In and out. In and out. She licked, sucked, pumped. He was roaring inside, his cock throbbing, his body burning. Ethan felt his balls lift and tighten, felt the rise of release deep inside. He told himself to stop, to pull back. Not to come like
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