Well Built
Page 23

 Carly Phillips

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Hooking his arms around her legs to hold her in place, he fastened his open mouth fully against her sex and slid his tongue straight through her swollen, needy flesh. With a startled cry, she bucked her hips and gripped her fingers in his hair as he continued to suck and lick and massage her clit with his tongue. He briefly thought about adding a few fingers to the mix, then decided against it. The only thing he wanted filling her tonight was his cock.
“Kyle . . . please . . . I need to come,” she moaned deliriously, panting, hips writhing mindlessly for release.
He could easily keep her right on the edge of her climax for hours, but to draw out her torture any more would be adding to his own. And giving her the orgasm she was pleading for put him that much closer to where he was dying to be. So deep inside her, where she was tight and hot and milking him to an explosive peak.
He pressed his mouth tighter against her, adding more pressure, more heated friction with each lash of his tongue. Again and again, pushing her higher until he gave her body what it ached for, what it needed. What he wanted—her surrender.
And it was a fucking beautiful sight to behold. Her body jolted, tightened, and shuddered hard, her thighs clenching against his shoulders as the powerful climax rippled through her. The sublime pleasure had her crying out until she lost her voice and the last of her trembling ebbed, leaving her basking in languid satisfaction while he moved off the bed to quickly strip away his briefs and slide on protection. From her prone position, her gaze fixated on his cock, watched as he gave it a nice long stroke.
“How do you want to be fucked this first time, Sunshine?” he asked, in case she had a preference.
And surprisingly, she did. Without a word, she rolled to her stomach, then pushed up on her knees so that her ass was raised high, her legs parted so that he could see her glistening pussy. The rest of her body sloped down to the mattress, her cheek resting on the comforter and her hands stretched above her head.
God, could she be any more perfect? The position was erotic and carnal yet vulnerable, telling him without words just how much she trusted him. How much she wanted him. He’d never been into the whole dominant/submissive lifestyle, but there was no denying that her acquiescence made him feel like a fucking king.
Unable to wait a second longer to feel all that soft heat wrapped around his dick, he moved back up onto the bed behind her. He slid the tip of his cock along her slick crevice, then pushed inside her, so slowly he could watch and savor each and every inch she took of him until they were completely joined. She whimpered at the depth and fullness of his shaft, and still she pressed her bottom back against his groin, as if she couldn’t get enough of him.
He understood the feeling. Clutching on to the curve of her waist with his hands, he held her still and started to move, gradually withdrawing to the sensitive head of his dick just so he could drive back into her, hard and deep. With every demanding thrust into her, he could hear her soft inhalation. With every unrelenting stroke, he could feel his own arousal build tighter and higher.
“Oh, God,” she moaned into the mattress as he pumped into her again. “I want . . . I need . . .”
“It’s coming, baby,” he assured her, his voice a hoarse rasp of sound.
He knew exactly what she needed, because he was right there with her. He quickened his pace, watching as her fingers clutched and pulled at the sheets above her head, as her body bowed and her ass lifted higher so he could slide impossibly deeper. Desire slammed through him, and he fought to hold on a bit longer because she felt so fucking good. But after a few more thrusts, he felt her muscles clench around him as she climaxed, heard her scream his name as she clawed wildly at his mattress, and denying his body what it wanted so badly was useless.
His own orgasm erupted fast and furiously, searing him with its intensity. As his release blasted through him, all he could manage was an inarticulate grunt that turned into a lower, deeper growl that seemed to rip from his chest. The pleasure that consumed him was so vivid and extreme there was nothing he could do but ride it out until he had nothing left to give.
As soon as he pulled out of Ella, she fell forward, dropping onto the pillows and burying her face into the soft cushion. Equally weak and exhausted, he joined her, flopping onto the bed beside her until he gained his bearings. When his limbs no longer felt like jelly, he got up and took care of the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, she was in the same position he’d left her in, still naked—and damn, she had such a fine, sexy, curvy ass that he was tempted to take a bite of it.
As if he hadn’t just had an orgasm to end all orgasms, his dick perked up all over again at the thought, because that first round with Ella had been that phenomenal. And he was suddenly feeling gluttonous where she was concerned. He climbed back onto the bed next to her, taking in the sweep of her dark lashes against her skin. Her lips were parted slightly, her features so relaxed and content he wondered if she’d passed out on him.
There was only one way to find out, he mused as a wicked grin curved his lips. He should have teased her with soft, nuzzling neck kisses while tracing his fingers lightly down the slope of her spine. Instead, he opted for something a bit more . . . attention-grabbing. He smacked her delectable ass with his hand, the sting on his palm undoubtedly matching the tingling sensation on her flesh.
She sucked in a startled breath, her eyes popped open, and she gave him the most adorable scowl. “Hey. What the heck was that for?”
He propped his head in his hand, his devious grin still in place. “You wanted one night of sex, and you’re going to waste it sleeping?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” she grumbled good-naturedly as she rolled to her side so they were face-to-face and he could see the smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
He arched an incredulous brow. “Your eyes were closed and you were practically snoring.”
“I was not!” She laughed and smacked him in the chest. “I was recovering, something I’d think you’d appreciate and would need as well.”
“I don’t need any recovery time.” He cupped her breast in his free hand, kneading the soft flesh before lightly tugging on her nipple and making it furl into a taut bead. She made an arousing sound in the back of her throat, and he raised his gaze to hers. “All I have to do is touch you or look at your gorgeous naked body or think about all the dirty, filthy things I want to do that pretty mouth of yours, and my dick gets hard. Doesn’t matter that I just fucked you.”