Page 61 of Unleashed By Eden

She moans into me, sucking on my tongue. We stagger back until the couch hits my legs, and I twist, dropping us sideways so we land flat, her weight straddling my lap.

Breathing hard, I break the kiss. “On my tongue, Storm.”

Her eyes flash at the nickname.

My hands guide her hips up my chest until her slick pussy hovers above my mouth. Hooking my arms under her thighs, I drag her onto me, burying my face in her delectable cunt.

Soft, hot, and soaked.

A low groan leaves me, the sound swallowed by her body. She shifts up so I can run my tongue along her seam, tasting every inch, and suck her lips into my mouth, one by one. My tongue spears inside her, fucking into her tight heat as if it’s my cock.

She gasps, grabbing the back of the couch for balance. “Fucking hell, Carter.”

Her hips start to move, small, helpless rolls over my mouth.

I drag my tongue to her clit and circle it, before sucking it between my lips, and giving it a light nip with my teeth. She floods my tongue, more of her arousal dripping down my chin, and her thighs tremble around my head.

“Ride me,” I instruct against her.

Tongue back inside her, I draw her down, settling her fully on my face. She gets the memo fast, grinding on me, back and forth over my mouth, using me, chasing whatever she’s feeling. Her boots squeak against the leather couch as she rides me harder.

If I suffocate and die, it’ll be well worth it.

Her moans climb higher, getting ragged. Her thighs start to shake for real now.

My hand slides between us, finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles.

“Ahh—Carter—”

Her legs clamp around my head as she comes, her whole body tightening. Her pussy pulses around my tongue, and she gushes, hot and wet, into my mouth. I don’t stop. I keep my tongue moving, shallow little thrusts now, coaxing her through it until her muscles start to loosen and her weight becomes heavier.

When her thighs finally loosen their grip enough that oxygen becomes an option again, I drag in a breath and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

She’s boneless above me. I move her with quick hands to where I want her, because if I don’t get inside her in the next ten seconds, I’m going to fucking die.

Hands and knees on the couch, face pressed into the cushions, ass high for me. Perfect.

I rip off my towel, and my cock springs free, heavy and aching.

Grabbing her hips, I push forward, sinking deep into her pussy in one long, slow thrust.

Heat clamps around me, and I hiss through my teeth. “Jesus . . . fucking Christ, Storm. This cunt.”

Her wetness coats me, dripping down my balls as I bottom out. I pull back and slam in again, hips snapping, driving her into the cushions. The wet smack of our bodies fills the room, her breath coming in rough pants.

She grinds back against me, and I know she’s close to the cliff again. I bring my hand down on her ass, a sharp smack that leaves a red handprint blooming on her skin.

“Not yet,” I rasp. “You come when I say.”

A shiver runs through her. She nods into the leather without lifting her head.

I grab a fistful of hair, wrap it around my wrist twice, and pull her slowly upright until her back is flush with my chest, her spine a hot line along my front. My other hand slides around her throat. I lay my fingers there first, feeling her swallow, her pulse racing under my thumb.

I tighten my hand to make her breath hitch, but not enough to scare her. Her body jerks in my arms, a little whimper falling from her lips.

I let go, allowing the air to rush back into her lungs.

It’s a taste. A promise of what’s to come.