He loomed over her, all hard sinew and tendons straining and bunching above her making her mouth water. He looked down at her lips, and she involuntarily licked them, hearing his soft groan after the act.

  “I want to kiss you so bad. Tell me how much you want me to kiss you. Tell me how much you’ve wanted me.”

  She was propped on her elbows, her breasts thrust out as she braced her weight on her arms. She lowered her gaze to his mouth, the need to press her lips to his overwhelming her until she found herself rising to do just that. Her lips were an inch away from his, their breath mingling.

  “Tell me, Lilly. Tell me how much you have wanted me, too.” His voice was low and strained, as if he were having just as hard a time as she was controlling her emotions.

  She took a deep, steadying breath before she spoke. “I want you, Tallinn.” The smile he gave her was pure male satisfaction.

  He ever so slowly pulled the blankets away from her and slipped under them so that his heat immediately enveloped her. He leaned over her, caressing the bare skin of her arm while his dark gaze speared hers. His look became even more heated a second before he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue stabbing into the hot recess of her mouth and tempting her senses. She moaned when he pressed his upper body forward, forcing her to lie back as he deepened the kiss. His hand held the side of her face, his thumb stroked her skin, and their tongues dueled.

  She tentatively brought her arms up and rested her hands on his bulging shoulders, the sinew hard under her fingers. His hand moved over her hip and down her thigh, softly squeezing before he gently started to pull them apart. She gave some resistance, the rational part of her brain telling her she should go slow, that she should be completely honest with him. Her body, her skin, and her very cells were alive with pleasure as Tallinn’s tongue pressed against hers.

  He moved his hand slowly to her inner thigh, so close to her pussy that she was nearly shaking with anticipation. She desperately wanted his hand on her mound, teasing and tantalizing her cleft. His fingers teased her flesh, her vagina pulsing with the need for his touch. She wore a pair of fleece pants, the material too heavy for her overheated body. She wanted skin to skin, wanted to feel his hardness pressing against her.

  In the next instance, he pulled away. Her body cooling slightly, but the fire still simmered inside of her. She looked into his face, the lust and want clear on his ruggedly handsome features.

  “Take off the pants, Lilly.”

  His voice caused a fresh stream of wetness to coat her pussy lips.

  “Do it, Lilly, now.”

  She opened her mouth on a silent groan, his dominance igniting something inside of her and making her burn. She swallowed as she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her pants and slowly pulled them down.

  “I want the panties off, too.”

  When the pants were off, she slid her white bikini panties down her thighs and let them drop to the floor.

  “Now the shirt.”

  Breathing in, she sat up slightly, removed the plain white tee, and let that too fall to the floor. She didn’t wear a bra, and her nipples instantly became hard from the chill of the air. She lay back down, completely naked while Tallinn still had his drawstring pants on. She flicked her eyes down and licked her lips as she saw his erection pushing against the fabric. Even though he wore pants, she could see how thick and long his shaft was.

  His eyes traveled down her body, the intensity of the way he looked at her causing goose bumps to break out over her skin. His eyes lingered on the junction between her legs, her thighs no longer open, but she knew he could still see her wet slit.

  “Spread for me, Lilly.” His voice was husky.

  “Tallinn?” She didn’t know what to say. She felt so out of control, so helpless against her feelings toward him, she was desperate to feel him pressed against her, to share her love with him in the most elemental of ways.

  “No, Lilly. You want me, and I want you. Am I wrong about that?”

  She shook her head, her mouth and throat so dry that she couldn’t speak.

  “Good, that’s real good, baby. You’re going to do what I say. Tell me you want to do it, Lilly. Tell me how much it turns you on.”

  “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and breathed in.

  “Look at me.”

  His voice was steely and hard. She opened her eyes but didn’t say anything, just slowly started to open her thighs. His smile was slow and sexual when his gaze dropped to her vagina again.

  “Wider.”

  She was hyperventilating, on the verge of passing out as pleasure racked her body. He wasn’t even touching her, and yet his expression alone had her on the verge of orgasm.

  She felt her pussy lips part as she lifted her legs slightly and spread them wide.

  “You’re so pretty, Lilly. I knew you would be like that, so delicate and little, so pink and so wet that my cock will slide right into you. ”

  She sucked in a breath at his erotic words. Her nipples became swollen, erect, and ready for his mouth. He was still gazing at her slit, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious. She had never had a man look at her so intently, like he was memorizing every part of her.

  “Put your hands above your head.” He stared at her with determination when she didn’t immediately obey. “I won’t ask you again.”

  God, she loved the way he spoke—loved the feeling of helplessness and surrender. No matter what she thought or how her brain raged against her body, she knew that she would take whatever he offered.

  Chapter Eight

  Before Lilly could protest, Tallinn was between her legs, his gaze on her as he moved his hands to rest on her inner thighs. She had to spread her legs wider to accommodate his large frame, her muscles stretching and her pussy feeling so very exposed. She watched him as his hands moved closer inwards, his thumbs gently pulling her pussy lips apart until they were stretched wide. She gasped, the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive nether lips sending shock waves of desire through her.

  “I can feel your heat, Lilly. You’re so hot and wet for me. Tell me you want my mouth on your sweet little pussy.”

  She stared wide-eyed at him, knowing she wanted to tell him those exact words but unable to speak.

  “Tell me, Lilly. Tell me how you want my tongue sliding along your pretty little cunt. Tell me you want me to suck your little clit into my mouth.”

  His erotic words were like a hot poker to her clit. She made a small noise, his hot breath wafting over her vagina as lust slammed into her, hard and demanding. “Y–Yes, Tallinn, please.”

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Please touch me. Please do something, anything.”

  He chuckled deeply, the vibrations seeming to reach out to her and touch her very clit, like invisible fingers enticing her, stroking along her nerve endings, and tightening every muscle in her body until she felt strung tight, ready to explode.

  She gasped at the feel of his tongue running circles along her pussy hole, slowly dipping inside before moving up her cleft and pulled her clit into his mouth. He hummed around the small bud, sucking hard on it until she was arching her back and moaning softly. She went to run her hands over his shoulders when his words stopped her.

  “Keep your hands above your head.”

  She looked at him with wide eyes, blinking a few times as the pleasure continued to thrum through her. His demanding words only seemed to fuel her arousal higher.

  His head was back slightly. Dominance clear on his face when he stuck his tongue out and moved it in small circles around her clit, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. She clenched her hands into fists, his gaze never leaving hers. He twirled his tongue around, moving lower until he was once against thrusting lightly into her hole and bringing her closer to an orgasm that stewed just below the surface.

  He flattened his tongue and ran it up her cleft, gathering all of her juices and groaning as he closed his eyes. “You taste so good, baby.”

  He opened his eyes, his lips glistening with her cream as he ran his tongue over them and gathered it off. He moved up her body, pressing his lips to hers and spearing his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted herself on him and moaned when he began a slow grind of his hips against hers. The material of his pants rubbed against her sensitive folds and teased her clitoris. She found herself thrusting her hips up to meet his. Their rhythm was in sync, their pace increased, and they were moaning against each other’s lips. He broke the kiss, buried his head in her hair, and, breathing deeply, pumped his hips in an unending rhythm.

  “You taste like vanilla and honey. Your pussy is so soft, so addicting. You don’t know how hard I’m refraining from tearing my pants off and sliding my cock into your tight little pussy.”

  She turned her head toward him, his face no more than an inch from her own as he leaned back and looked down at her. His expression was strained, his bone structure seeming more pronounced when he slowed his onslaught. She wanted him so bad that she could taste it, could feel it with everything that she was.

  “I ache for you.” The things she had said tonight, the things she had done surprised her, but Tallinn had started a fire inside of her, and she wanted him to put it out. “Please, Tallinn, ease my ache.”

  He groaned and buried his head in her hair again. His breath tickled her as his hand went to the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them off.

  “We’ll start out slow, Lilly. Let me just hold you, feel you.”

  She closed her eyes and swallowed roughly once his pants were finally off. His skin was so hot that she felt as if she were burning alive. The hair on his legs rubbed against her smooth ones, tormenting her and driving her crazy with hunger. He was so much bigger than her, his body like a rock, so powerful and dangerous.

  She gasped as his shaft pressed against her cleft, his cock so big and long, so hot and hard. He was fueling the fire inside of her, teasing her to the very brink without even penetrating her. His lips moved to her neck, licking and nipping at her flesh as his hips started their slow pumping against her own. She was saturated, so wet that she could feel her juices leaking out and coating her entrance, lubricating her pussy hole so Tallinn would have no trouble sliding in. She wanted him inside of her so bad. She started lifting her hips slightly, pushing against his, and the motions caused both of them to let out twin strangled groans.

  “Please, Tallinn.”

  “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

  His voice was a husky whisper moving over her throat, and he licked and laved at her skin.

  “I want you—need you to be inside of me.”

  He let out a muffled sound of pleasure, his body so hard and tense above her, his body unyielding. “We shouldn’t.”

  “I know, but I want to.” She tilted her head, her body hot and strung tight. She ran her tongue along his jawline. His skin tasted spicy yet sweet, salty yet bold. It was a heady flavor on her tongue. Her nipples were hard and extended. The firmness of his chest against hers was titillating. Her very cells were alive until she was tempted to grab his cock and shove it into her.

  “You drive me crazy, so fucking crazy that I can’t even breathe. For years I’ve wanted you, wanted to feel you beneath me, wanted to touch you and love you.”

  She moaned and arched her back when the root of his cock pressed against her clit. “Please, Tallinn. Please, oh God, please.” She was begging, the root of his cock continuing to press against her throbbing clit and driving her lust higher. She sounded pathetic, she knew this, but she couldn’t stop herself, didn’t know how to.

  “Oh, Lilly.”

  She watched him with anticipation as he moved his hand between their bodies and gently rub circles around her clit, which caused her to gasp. She closed her eyes as he continued to move his hand down, sliding one finger down her dripping slit until he had his finger wedged inside of her pussy. She arched her back, her breasts thrusting out as her inner muscles squeezed down hard on the digit. He groaned deeply, thrusting his finger in and out of her with fervor. She panted, feeling her climax so close she could taste it. “Oh, yes, yes, Tallinn. That feels so good.”

  “I want to watch you, Lilly. I want you to come all over my hand, now.”

  He pressed his thumb against her clit and continued pumping his finger into her. She thrashed her head back and forth, closing her eyes tightly as her whole body tensed, readying itself for the impending orgasm.

  “Open your eyes and look at me when I get you off.”

  That was all it took, his deep and commanding voice telling her to come, and she was gripping the sheets, her muscles contracting, and succumbing to her climax. It washed through her, stealing her very breath, burning her up alive with white-hot pleasure. She opened her eyes, his gaze on her, his eyes half lidded and his mouth slightly open as he breathed heavily.

  “You are so fucking beautiful when you come.”

  She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he praised her, the words prolonging her pleasure as she threw her head back and rode it out. She found herself wantonly fucking his hand, pumping her hips up and down and grinding her pussy on his hand. She was holding her breath, the pleasure-filled tremors never ending in their onslaught. She felt his finger gently slip out of her still-convulsing vagina and the head of his erection take its place. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at him as a hazy, drugged-like sensation washed over her.

  “We shouldn’t.” His voice was strangled, the veins in his neck pronounced as he gritted his teeth.

  “We should.” Her words were a mere whisper, and she widened her legs, readying herself for his impalement. Even though she knew they shouldn’t do what they were about to do, she wanted it more than she wanted to breathe. The need coursed through her, her mind fighting a battle with her heart and body. She wanted to feel good, to momentarily forget the heartache and sorrow she felt.

  Chapter Nine

  She felt his cock slowly push inside of her, stretching her wide to the point of pain. Tallinn was a big man all around, his cock no exception, and then he pushed every last inch into her, filling her completely until it felt as if he were touching her very womb. The combination of pleasure and pain was incredible, leaving her breathless, making her wetter. He made low, sexual noises, his throat working continuously as he swallowed.

  “You’re so tight and hot, so wet and soft.” He forced the words out through gritted teeth, closing his eyes momentarily and placing both of his hands on either side of her head.

  He was fully seated inside of her, her pussy clenching around the thickness of his shaft and dragging groans out of him. She felt the full, heavy weight of his balls press against her ass, the feeling erotic and delicious. He wasn’t moving, just staring down at her while the muscles under his cheeks worked as sweat started to lightly cover his forehead. He slowly started to pull out, every thick and long inch of his cock touching and dragging against her inner walls, driving her mad with arousal and pleasure. He grabbed her calf and lifted it over his shoulder. Leaning back slightly, he placed his palm on her inner thigh of her other leg.

  His focus was on where their bodies joined. His torso was covered with a light sheen of sweat as he started to thrust back in. “Brace yourself on your elbows, Lilly. I want you to watch as I take you. I want you to see my cock going into your sweet little pussy.”

  She panted, and his words caused her pussy to tighten around his erection. She did as he asked, watching with wide eyes he pushed the remaining inches into her and pulled back out. Her pussy hole was stretched wide around his cock, the thickness of his penis impressive yet frightening. He moved faster into her, pulling out and pumping back in. His biceps were bulging as he widened her thigh, held her calf tighter. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room, filled her senses, and drove her higher.

  “Do you see how perfectly my cock fits inside of you?”

  His deep voice cracked, a telling sign that he was just as aroused as she was, that his well-wrought control, his years of military training, were no match for what they were doing. It made her hotter. Her climax was so close she could feel it start in her lower back, the pleasure slowly building until it would explode within her.

  “Oh, fuck. I’m so close, Lilly, so damn close. You feel so fucking good.” Little droplets of sweat dripped off him as he gasped the words. “You’re going to come again, baby.”

  He moved his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it quickly. He pounded faster and harder into her, the sound of her pussy suctioning his cock loud to her ears.

  So close. She fell back on the bed, Tallinn’s thumb working her clit into a rock-hard little bead while her orgasm started to wash through her. She moved her hands back to the headboard, gripping it tight as she braced herself for the onslaught of pleasure. She opened her mouth to scream out, the eroticism so magnetized she couldn’t control herself. Tallinn’s hand went over her mouth, muffling her scream, and he groaned and swore. Her pussy tightened and pulsed, milked his cock until her whole body ached from the aftermath. She opened her eyes, her pussy contracting along his shaft and causing little aftershocks of pleasure to travel through her while Tallinn’s hips continued to press against hers.

  He removed his palm, staring down at her as he breathed heavily and quickly. He watched her, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “You are so damn beautiful.”

  His breathing increased, and his face became a mask of pleasure when he suddenly jerked out of her, grabbed his shaft, and stroked it quickly. The sight of his cock in his hands, glistening from her juices, as he pumped his fist, was a sight beyond words. He groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as ribbon after ribbon of come shot out of him and landed on her stomach and chest.

  That sight alone could have given her another orgasm.