Page 77 of Enticing Her Love

His proclamation burrowed deep inside her, and “Yes” tumbled out with a vehemence and surety she hadn’t even known she’d felt until that very second. He quickened his efforts, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her up onto her toes again. “There’s only you, Sutton,” he said gruffly, as if he knew how those words would strip away any doubts. “You’ve been in my head for so fucking long, there’s no room for anyone else.”

“That’s only fair,” she panted out, clinging to her sanity by a shred, “since you’ve monopolized my thoughts, too.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” He sank his teeth into her neck and squeezed her nipple, setting her off like a bomb.

“Flynn—” shot from her lungs, her inner muscles spasming around his fingers as he masterfully took her higher. She was trembling, barely breathing, soaking in his gruff voice—That’s it, sweetheart, ride that high—until she was so consumed with pleasure, she thought she might pass out.

When the last of her climax rolled through her, he turned her in his arms, taking her in a soul-searing kiss that carried her right back to that needy place.

“That was birthday wish number one, sexy girl.”

She let out a surprised giggle as he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the living room. “We should celebrate your birthday every day.”

He flashed a wolfish grin as he set her down on the couch and took off her heels. “I like the way you think, Steele.” He kissed her again, deeper and more possessively. Those midnight-blue eyes held her captive as he hiked her skirt up her thighs and brushed one thick thumb over her damp panties. Tantalizing sensations slithered through her core, and she closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes.” When she did, he stripped off her panties. “Spread those legs, sweetheart. It’s time to grant me wish number two.” He guided her legs over his broad shoulders and lowered his talented mouth where she needed it most, sending currents of pleasure throbbing through her. She bowed off the cushion, and he gritted out a curse. “I’d almost convinced myself you couldn’t possibly have tasted this sweet.” She barely caught her breath before his wicked mouth was devouring her again, his expert touch making her writhe and rock. Desire swelled inside her like a thundercloud ready to burst, until it was pulsing beneath her skin. “I’m going to think about how sweet you taste every time I sit on this couch.”

She closed her eyes again, digging her nails into his shoulders at the thought of him thinking of her like that. “Look at me, Steele. I want to see the pleasure in those gorgeous eyes.” She opened her eyes and was greeted by two pools of smoldering passion. “That’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He held her gaze, teasing her with his tongue, gradually quickening his efforts, his greedy sounds heightening every sensation.

“Ohgod, Flynn…Don’t stop.” She grabbed his hair, holding him there. He slowed his pace, every stroke of his thick fingers sending sparks through her core as his tongue and teeth worked their magic on her most sensitive nerves. He let out a guttural growl, and as if it had snapped his restraint, his fingers fucked her faster, he sucked harder, and the world spun away. She cried out in sweet agony, consumed by a hailstorm of pleasure as he ravaged her. A stream of sounds flew from her lungs, each one amping up his efforts, earning more of those gratified noises, until she finally floated down from the high.

Her entire body was on fire, so overly sensitive, she inhaled sharply with his every touch as he kissed her inner thighs and loved his way up her body. He lingered on her breasts, licking, sucking, and kissing until she was begging again, desperate for more. God, what he did to her. He slicked his tongue around her nipple, eyes gleaming with emotion, and ran two fingers along her lower lip. “Your mouth is mine.”

“It’s like it’s my birthday.”

He pushed those fingers between her lips. “Show me what you’re going to do to my cock.” His dirty demand sent an erotic thrill through her. She closed her mouth around his fingers, swirling her tongue and sucking, loving the hungry sounds he made. She reached for the button on his pants, but he caught her wrist. He pushed to his feet, bringing her up with him. “I’ve waited a long time for this visual feast,” he said as he undressed her.

“So have I.” She started to unbutton his shirt.

He grabbed his shirt with both hands and tore it off, sending his buttons flying. She laughed as he tossed it away. He made quick work of stripping off the rest of his clothes and drank in every inch of her nakedness.

“Look at my beautiful girl.” He ran his fingers along her slick heat and up the center of her body, his words wrapping into a bow and burrowing into her chest. “I want to take you so many ways tonight.” He drew her against him, palming her ass, his eager erection pressing temptingly along her stomach. “But first I need this.” His mouth came hungrily down over hers, his tongue sweeping and plunging. She closed her mouth around it and sucked. His cock jerked against her as a guttural growl fell from his lips, and he grabbed her hair, tugging her head back, eyes blazing.

She whispered, “Happy birthday,” and pressed her lips to his chest, trailing her fingers over his nipples. Her mouth followed, and he hissed out a curse. Loving that sound, she lingered there, teasing, soaking in his greedy noises. His muscles corded tight with every touch of her lips as she kissed a path down his stomach and wrapped her hand around his thick length. Their gazes held as she lowered herself to sit on the couch. He stood in front of her, big and broad, desire practically oozing from his pores.

“I have been thinking about doing this since the rainforest,” she confessed. Every time they’d done it, they’d stopped before he came, both too eager for more. “We’re not stopping until I get everything you have to give, so don’t hold back. Got it, Braden?”

“Christ, Sutton.” He threaded his hands into her hair, wrapping it around his fingers, his chest expanding with his heavy breaths. “You’re like my every fantasy rolled into one incredible woman.”

Invigorated by his praise, and intent on making him lose control, she slicked her tongue along his length and around the broad head. His skin was salty and warm, his cock heavy in her hand. His gaze remained trained on her, growing more intense by the second as she got him nice and wet and took him in deep, stroking him tight.

“Fucking hell, you feel good.” His hands tightened in her hair, sending stings of pleasure racing down her body. She worked him faster, sucking and humming around his cock, earning more curses and praise. She craved all of it. She craved him. “Relax your throat. I want to fuck it.” She did, taking him painfully deep and wanting more. “That’s it…God…So fucking good.” She stroked him tighter and cupped his balls with her other hand, earning a primal sound that made her sex clench with need. “Fuck…Sutton.” His warning was clear, but she wasn’t done. She withdrew his cock and teased the head with her tongue, and he gritted out, “You’re killing me.”

“Just think of how enjoyable of a death it will be.” Her voice was thick with need. He made her feel safe, and she had a fantasy of her own to live out. “It’s your turn to watch.” She sat back and spread her legs, reaching between them to touch herself. His eyes locked on her fingers sliding through her wetness.

“Jesus.” He stroked his cock, watching her work herself into a panting, needy mess.

On the verge of coming, her eyes fluttered closed, but she forced them open again, not wanting to miss a second of the hunger in his eyes.

“I need to fuck you,” he growled.

“Fuck my mouth and we’ll both come. You can have the rest of me after.”

The guttural sound erupting from his throat as he grabbed her head nearly carried her over the edge. She used one hand on herself, the other to stroke him, his powerful hips thrusting, his cock hitting the back of her throat. His moans and fervent praise—“So good…that’s it…fucking perfect”—made her feel wanted and sexy. Caught in a web of arousal, she chased their mutual pleasure. Her name flew rough as rocks from his lips seconds before her orgasm crashed over her and the first warm jet of his hit her throat. They didn’t slow down, and as she’d requested, he didn’t go easy, feverishly driving into her mouth, his pleasure-drenched sounds accompanying her muffled moans.

When his cock slipped from her lips, her body quivering, Flynn dropped to his knees, wrapping his strong arms around her, and rested his head on her chest. “Damn, Sutton. What are you doing to me?”

She could ask the same of him. She’d never been so openly trusting with her heart or her body. Part of her couldn’t believe how bold she’d been. But that part was only a sliver compared to the rest of her, which was so full of them, she didn’t have room for anything else.