Page 25 of Dewpoint
I didn’t get to think about it long because I blinked and we were both naked, his thumb brushing over my nipple, focusing me.
“Touch me,” he chuffed. “Touch my cock and give me what no other woman has, My Queen.”
Obviously, Thorn had been with other women, so it wasn’t about that. Was the sex between us really that great? And I didn’t know nor remember it?
Wow, that would have upset me badly if the situation was reversed. I now better understood why he was so upset.
Maybe?
I didn’t move fast enough, so he brought my hand to his hard cock. We both made noises as I touched him.
“Make me come all over you, Sagan,” he demanded, but with a begging tone that fucking unraveled me.
I stroked him but not too fast, wanting to tease him a bit even as I pleased him. He moved his other hand to my ass and moaned saying it was the best ass he’d ever touched.
Oh, and heaven was getting to touch my ass and breast at the same time. He only wished he had more hands.
Fuck, that was hot. Like being that desperate for me was ridiculously hot.
Kole never acted like this. He acted like it was more a chore and he was just horny.
I shook off my thoughts and focused on Thorn. I would be upset if he was thinking about other women while touching me and I wasn’t that crass.
Then again, I was healing, so Treena repeatedly said for me to be understanding with myself.
“Focus on me,” Thorn chuffed as he squeezed my body roughly. “Nothing else.”
“Sorry, there’s too much and—” I didn’t finish my thought because he lowered his head to my breast and sucked on my nipple.
“Suck me. I need your mouth on me.”
I flinched, never having done that, and I couldn’t then just so fast when we weren’t… I couldn’t. Instead, I stroked him faster, glad when that made him happy.
I yelped as he easily lifted me up and sat me on the table.
“Gonna mark you,” he chuffed. “Harder. Touch me—harder—fuck, so good.” He moved his hands to either side of my hips as he kissed along my neck. “Spread wider so I can mark you.”
I gave his hips more room between my legs and purred when he gave my shoulder a love bite. He thrust into my hand and made grunting noises before I felt his seed all over my stomach and thighs.
“Mine. Fucking mine,” he snarled as he pulled me against him and kept coming on my body. He grabbed my jaw roughly and his eyes flashed power. “You’re going to be ours.”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply, kissing me until I thought I would faint. Then he pushed me back on the table and knelt. I whimpered as he moved my thighs over his shoulders and ate me out like his favorite treat.
A few times.
I was lying there gasping for air as he stood and wiped the back of his mouth. The feral smirk on his lips was of a man knowing he’d rocked a woman’s world.
He pulled me up and lifted me. “Ride me again. Fucking ride me like you own me.”
He sat on one of the chairs and moved me so I took him inside of me. He buried his face in my breasts while I moved with his help, his huge hands on my ass.
“I can’t, I just can’t,” he growled after a few minutes of us moving together.
I blinked down at him, hoping for more because that didn’t make sense.
“You’re too fucking gorgeous,” he said, sounding almost angry. His hand moved to my neck possessively as he pulled my face to his. We kissed and I got close, whimpering and tightening around him. “That’s it. Soak my cock. Come again. I can’t stand how perfect you are, but I can’t resist you.”
Great? I had no idea, but we maybe needed to work on his idea of sweet-talking a woman?
