“Felicity,” he said, sounding pained.
Needed flooded between her legs. She was so wet for him. So ready to feel him inside her for the first time.
She kissed the gnarled cut that had stopped bleeding, and darted out her tongue to lick it.
The scent of his arousal surrounded her. His low groan tickled her ears. She licked the entire cut, every little inch of it, licking up his dried delicious blood and helping to heal it. His taste flooded her senses. As she reached the bottom of it near his hipbone, she became sidetracked with the hard bone there. Her hands ran up his hard side then down around his back to cup his backside. He growled as his hips arched into her so near her face. She kissed the bone, her tongue sliding around it and he hissed.
The button and his zipper proved easy to undo. As his pants sagged to his thighs, Felicity kissed her way across his tight stomach to his other hipbone, entranced by the hard V formed from the muscle that split his hips. His body jerked and shuddered at her touch. He wore black boxer briefs that sat low on his hips and stopped just at the tops of his legs. They weren’t cotton but something softer.
His erect cock strained against the fabric hard and ready for her. Felicity tucked her fingers beneath the fabric then gently peeled it down his strong, muscular legs.
“Felicity...” he growled as his cock sprung free.
She had to take a deep breath to slow herself down. She wanted to take him in her hand feel him all at once, find out how hard and soft he was, how hot. She wanted to taste every inch of him, to feel him slide inside her slippery wet sex, but first she had to calm down. She wanted to savor this, to savor him, and these first moments together.
“Shush,” she said, an order.
His hands clenched in her hair as she kissed his upper thighs. Her hands rounded his tight backside and squeezed before moving to learn the hard muscles of his thighs. She felt the light dusting of hair beneath her palms. The tickling sensation made her smile.
“Let me take you. Let me inside you.”
Felicity’s body clenched at the idea. Soon, she thought. “Not yet, honey.”
She couldn’t wait anymore. His cock hung heavy and long by her mouth so she ran her soft cheek against it. Blazing heat scalded her. His thighs trembled and then locked beneath her hands.
She kissed the tip of him, licked off the creamy wetness as her hand curled around him. She couldn’t close her fingers around him. He filled her hand like a hard bat. He was so hot and heavy. She licked around him, wetting him with her mouth and lips as her hand gripped him. Then she started to tug.
“Christ! What are you doing to me?” he said, his voice a hoarse shout.
He actually shouted.
He’d told her it’d been a ridiculously long time since he’d been with a woman and suddenly Felicity wanted to give him every ounce of desire she could. What a shame that this beautiful male had no woman to worship him for so long. Felicity wanted to bring him to climax just with her mouth, then settle him down and bring him back against with her hand until she could ride him and take them both to paradise.
“Dom,” she whispered. Her eyes closed as she sucked him deep, as deep as she could.
She pumped him in her fist. Her other hand, curious, dipped under him to fill her palm with the tight male flesh of his sac.
Cursing and murmuring, half-Turkish, half-English words caressed her ears. His hands loosened in her hair to become almost gentle as his hips started rocking, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth.
“Isa seni çok iyi hissediyorum. Bana ne yapıyorsun?”
He was hard in her mouth but soft as velvet and hot as flame. His taste was masculine decadence, the sound of his breathing the most beautiful in the world, and his own body’s natural movements nearly made her come without so much as a touch from him.
She needed to feel him spill in her mouth, needed to learn what he tasted like. So she moved faster. His breath caught and grew so ragged it whipped the air as his great chest heaved.
“Felicity! Let me inside you woman, please!”
She wanted him inside her too but not right now. Right now she wanted his seed on her tongue.
His begging made her moan around his length as she worked his wet cock with hand and mouth. She sucked and lapped, moving her lips around him and pumping his stiff cock.
She felt it when he came. His thighs tightened until the muscles bulged. His hips thrust faster working his cock in and out in a rapid rhythm. His breaths saw the air. This his hands clenched in her hair, grip biting as he held her to him. His cock jerked as it came, twitched. The sac beneath her palm pulsed. And then he shot, coming in long bursts against her tongue.
Hoarse, satisfied shouts filled the room. She caught her name in amidst colorful curses as he came and came. She swallowed him down then slowly eased his cock out of her mouth.
She kissed his shaft as it sagged a bit, ran her hands across his thighs and up his hips as she slowly started to stand and kiss her way back up his body. Still, she didn’t look him in the eyes. She hadn’t this whole time.
As she finally reached his pectorals and his arms sealed around her naked waist, she looked up into his eyes and found something completely staggering.
His eyes were filled with the look, but the look was so raw and unsheltered that it made her heart skip a beat. This was passion incarnate and she was caught up in it.
He lifted her in his arms, then kicked off the rest of his pants and strode down the hallway to her bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress. When he followed her down, naked and golden, and hard again she moaned.
Yes, this would finally be it. Finally, she would know him in the most intimate way a woman could know a man.
His mouth tasted the sweat at her neck. His hands covered her breasts. He worked his way down her chest much faster than she’d done him, for which she sent a little prayer of thanks out to the world. She needed his touch, all he’d have to do is press his finger against her clitoris and she’d come apart, she knew it.
He seemed to know it because he took his time unbuttoning her jeans and working them down her thighs. Everywhere he revealed skin he kissed. From her hipbones to her outer thighs, to her inner thighs. Then finally, the jeans and underwear were down her legs. He pressed a kiss to her ankle, and with her leg lifted in the air, he looked down at her with eyes glowing. Her eyes matched his with need.
“I’ll be patient next time. Right now, I need to taste you.” Low and hoarse, his deep pitched voice sent a wave of pleasure over her.
“Yes,” was all she could say.
Then his hands ran up and down her thighs from knee to the inner cusp of her leg just grazing her slick center.
He had to be able to smell her, had to see how wet touching him had made her. He didn’t seem to care at all; he looked positively enthralled as he crawled up between her legs. He blew a stream of air across her wet folds and she hissed, her back arching off the bed, and hands curling into the messy bed sheets.
He nipped her inner thigh then rasped, “I’m going to touch you and make you come, and after you settle down I’m going to lick you until you do it again.”
Felicity panted thinking that no way could she have two orgasms so close together.
But he proved her wrong.
With just the barest touch of his finger, he pressed against her wet bud and slowly, so slowly, moved it in a tight circle. Her breath hitched as everything in her gut pulled painfully tight with burning heat. One, two, three more little circles and she bowed off the bed, her voice choking as she tried to scream but couldn’t. Hot, painful pleasure exploded through her starting deep in her womb and moving outward.