His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(81)
Author: Shayla Black

The crescendo of ecstasy just kept soaring. Dizziness assailed her. Desire screamed inside her just waiting for one more touch . . .

“You’re so fucking sexy. Now you’re going to come. Do it . . . for me.”

Chapter Twelve

JOAQUIN gritted his teeth, watching that sexy flush make Bailey’s entire body turn rosy. He’d wondered for a seeming eternity how she’d look and sound as she came. He sucked her nipple back into his mouth and tugged as his fingers prodded the spots that had her hitching breath becoming gasps. She cried out—a high-pitched, panicked sound fraught with need and the loss of control. Her eyes went wide, her stare crashing into his and begging. She went straight to his cock.

Holy fuck, she was going to unravel him.

With her next wail, she clamped around his fingers, her clit turning to stone under his thumb. She pulsed and bucked, riding the wave of orgasm—the sort she’d never had in her life. Knowing he was the first man to show her that pleasure, imagining that he might be the only man to ever give it to her, drove him dangerously to the edge.

“Joaquin . . .” She mewled his name as her back arched.

He didn’t let up, continuing to stimulate her all the way through the crest of the peak, then letting her down gently until she panted up at him, her blue eyes so full of wonder. Christ, his chest felt like it was going to burst. His heart filled with something he couldn’t explain. The rest of him swelled with pride because tonight he wasn’t just a man, but the man she needed.

Where the fuck was all that coming from?

A long gasp for air later, a sweet sigh fell from her lips. A sated blush suffused her. Her body went limp, her eyes dreamy.

“That was an orgasm.” She wore a loopy little smile.

“It was.” He swallowed, trying to beat back the need to strip off his jeans and fuck her in the next ten seconds. But logically knowing she needed to recover and being able to give her the time? Not the same thing—and not easy.

“I want you so damn bad, Bailey.” He gave her clit a gentle prod that made her twist up and whimper. When she spread her legs a little wider, silently asking him for more, Joaquin knew he had her again. Now she would be all his.

“Yes . . .” She shifted restlessly, still drunk from the stimulation and the release of dopamine, hormones, and endorphins.

“Tell me to fuck you.” His growled words came out rough. It was all he could manage. He probably should have told her that he wanted to make love to her. But where Bailey was concerned, he couldn’t seem to find patience or restraint. He wasn’t even sure he’d know his own damn name again until he’d filled her with his cock and found the oblivion of release.

His choppy breathing only turned more ragged as he waited for her answer. She blinked and tried to focus. Her lips parted, glossy, swollen, red. Then she thrust her hips up at him.

Jesus, she was going to kill him if he didn’t get inside her soon.

“Fuck me, Joaquin.”

He should probably warn her that this wasn’t going to be romantic, gentle, or easy. He should probably take a deep breath and slow way down. But his fingers fell to his fly and his brain hit autopilot. He ripped at his snap, jerked down his zipper, and shoved everything aside, as he situated himself between her legs. All he could see was the nirvana of her pussy. All he could feel was the thick need coursing through his veins. Nothing had ever been this urgent. No woman had ever made him more rabid for satisfaction.

Joaquin gripped her hips and fitted himself against her opening. Just the touch of his sensitive head to her sweltering, wet flesh jetted an electric arc down his spine. He tossed back his head and groaned, pushing forward. He couldn’t get into her fast enough, couldn’t fuck her deep enough.

It didn’t take long to notice that she was goddamn tight. He growled as he tried to pry his way in only to come up short.

“Baby girl,” he whispered against her lips. “Take a deep breath.”

Once she had, he captured her mouth, consuming her in a demanding kiss. As he did, Joaquin arched forward. Her body gave way to him one agonizing inch at a time. Instantly, he took the space she ceded to him.

His head slipped inside her sweltering heat, then the sensitive spot underneath. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He didn’t want to break the kiss, but a groan slipped free. Under him, she sucked in a shocked breath, but she spread wider for him.

The feel of her was everything he’d imagined. Hell, she was more potent than a wet dream. Joaquin shoved a bit deeper, praying like hell that he wasn’t hurting her. It had been a while for her, and her last boyfriend had obviously been a fidiot in bed. But damn it, submerging inside her was proving more difficult than breaking into Fort Knox.