I slumped against the door as he licked his way back up my body. Once we were face to face, he kissed me hard, filling my mouth with my own personal flavor, and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Bed,” he growled against my lips, making me chuckle.

I pointed in the direction of my bedroom and held on tightly around his neck while he walked us through my apartment to my bedroom. My mattress creaked under me when he tossed me to the bed, and then I stared at him openly as he peeled his pants from his body and stood before me completely naked.

He was magnificent. Tall and lean. Dark and sexy. His cock stood tall for me, letting me know how badly he wanted me, and I moved toward him. My knees dug into the mattress when I went to him. He stood still, letting me kiss him everywhere, sucking on his hot skin and marking him as mine.

He bit into his bottom lip and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Lyla.” His voice broke.

I moved lower, licking him from his navel to his pelvic bone. He growled in pleasure, his fingers tightening in my hair and tugging. The tip of his cock glistened, his want for me already spilling from his body. I licked at the salty goodness, making his body go tense, and then I wrapped my lips around him, pulling him into my mouth and releasing him with a loud pop.

“Fuck, Lyla.” He let his head fall back, and his mouth fell open in pleasure.

It made me feel good to make him feel good. So I sucked him hard, the head of his cock rubbing the back of my throat. His fingers pressed into the back of my head as he thrust his hips to get deeper.

His salty flavor coated my tongue, and my mouth watered for more. He swelled in my mouth, filling it to the brink, but before I could suck at him again, he tugged my hair roughly, pulling my mouth away from him.

“I can’t, baby. It’s been too long. If you don’t stop, I’ll unload before I even get to feel you.”

He pushed me back on the bed, and my eyes took in his chiseled body as he crawled across the bed toward me. He was all predator, stalking his prey and readying himself to eat me alive. I wanted him to devour me, to take every bit of me into his mouth and leave me torn and destroyed. His eyes flashed with excitement, and I knew he felt the same way.

His mouth found mine, and I lost myself in his kiss. His tongue teased me, playing in my mouth and making me crazy. I lifted my hips, rubbing myself against his hardness and silently wishing he’d rip my panties from my body. They were the only thing left between us, and I wanted them gone.

His hand teased my neck, working down my body until his hand was full of my breast. His finger moved over my nipple, sending raw sensations through my core. As he teased my erect flesh, his mouth moved over mine, catching my moans and swallowing them.

Breaking our kiss, his moved to my neck, driving me crazy. Again, I lifted my hips, rubbing myself against him.

“Please, baby, give it to me,” I begged.

“That’s right. Beg me for it. I fucking love it when you beg.”

His hand slid down my body, his fingertips skimming the inside of my thigh, and my breathing accelerated.

“Yes. Please touch me.” My voice cracked like a woman in need. I didn’t sound like myself. I sounded weak and wanting. That was what he did to me. He weakened me so completely, and it felt good to let go of control.

“Here?” he asked, his finger dipping into the side of my panties and running along just the outside of my center.

Again, I thrust my hips. He was so close to the point of insanity—the part of me that throbbed for him—and I wanted to cry from wanting him so badly.

I cried out when his finger penetrated me. Bending it at the knuckle, he rubbed my inner walls before pulling it out with a wet pop and thrusting it in again.

“Did you miss me, Lyla?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Did you miss this?” he asked, adding a second finger and reaching for my soft spot within.

I cried out louder. “Yes. God, yes, I missed everything.”

His fingers worked me until I was close to breaking, and then they were gone. He tugged at the soaked scrap of fabric between my legs, and it gave with a loud snap. Moving between my thighs, he grasped his hard cock in his palm. He pumped it, rubbing the wet tip against my swollen nub.

My leg stretched around his hard waist, and he lifted it, lining himself up with my center. With one quick thrust, he entered me, hard and fast, filling me so deeply that I didn’t know where he started and where I ended.

Again, I cried out, the sensation so pleasing that my eyes rolled back in my head. A gentle smile crept across his face as he lifted my leg high and slid even deeper.