Dillon's Claim (11 page)

“Damn that feels good,” he
murmured, fingers still stroking the back of her head. His grip was possessive,
demanding, but so gentle and sexy it made her shiver. “I love watching you suck
me off with that soft little mouth.” His erotic words sent a dark thrill
through her, and she moaned in protest when he firmed his grip on her head and
slowly withdrew his cock out of range.

Reaching down to play idly with
her tender nipples, he gave her a wicked smile. “My turn. Better hold on tight
to something,” he warned softly. “I’m going to tongue your sweet little pussy
until you beg me to fuck you.”

Her heart tripped as he moved
down to settle between her open legs. Self-consciousness washed through her,
but closing her eyes helped ease the worst of it. Besides, he acted as though
he truly wanted to go down on her. Like he couldn’t wait to taste her in
return. It made her even hotter.

Every muscle drew taut in
anticipation as his lips and tongue drew a torturous path down her belly to her
navel, pausing to dip inside before bypassing her needy pussy to tease her
inner thighs. Charissa bit back a moan and tried to relax, but it was
impossible. She was so wet. He had to see it, smell it. Her face heated. She
concentrated on breathing in and out while his fingers toyed with the carefully
trimmed patch of hair covering her mound. When his tongue licked at the same
spot, she gasped and held her breath. The pulse in her clit was almost
unbearable now. She needed relief, needed him to ease the empty ache in her
pussy.

She sucked in a sharp breath when
he pressed an open-mouth kiss to the top of her mound, just above her clit.
Charissa bit her lip and tried to stay calm as his fingers explored her slick,
tender folds, making the tingling in her clit worse. Softly, carefully he
stroked and prepared her, built the sensations higher, just as he had the night
before.

Within moments, she was
twisting against the restraints and moaning, unable to hold back the soft cries.
This was even better than she’d imagined it would be. No one had ever focused
on her pleasure to this extent before. Dillon was so selfless and attentive. It
wasn’t sex. He was making love to her. The knowledge made her heart turn over.

She thought she heard a low
chuckle as his lips and tongue followed the same route, and then finally,
finally
his tongue slid over her clit. A sharp cry exploded from her and her hips
bucked in helpless response as she tried to ride his tongue. Strong hands
closed around her upper thighs, holding her immobile as his diabolical tongue licked
all around her straining bud, giving it soft little flicks as he drove her to
the point of madness.

Need tore through her. A
physical ache so strong she could hardly bear it. Almost there. She just needed
his fingers in her as he licked her, and she’d explode. But he didn’t give it
to her. He simply lapped and caressed her exquisitely sensitive flesh until she
thought she’d die.

“Oh God, Dillon, your tongue
feels so good,” she moaned, uncaring what she looked like, only aware of the
desperate, burning ache in her pussy. “More, please more.” She wanted to come.
Needed
to.

Dillon groaned against her
clit and began to lick it in earnest. Tender, languid strokes on the most
sensitive point of the trembling knot of nerves, demonstrating his formidable experience
and that he knew exactly how to please a woman. Flames raced over her skin. He
licked and swirled around the ultra-sensitive bud while the pleasure built relentlessly
inside her.

She could feel the intense
orgasm looming, sensed it hovering just beyond her reach. There was just enough
give in the lengths of chain at her wrists to allow her to turn her hands over.
Her fingers curled into the bedding as she writhed and whispered his name,
desperate for relief.

Ignoring her broken pleas,
Dillon dragged his tongue through her saturated folds, pausing to thrust into
her spasming pussy a few times before eventually gliding back up to the swollen
knot at the top of her slit.

She was shaking, begging when
he finally plunged a finger into her depths. Her inner muscles clamped around
him, and she groaned at the feel of him rubbing against the glowing ache
inside. The pleasure of his tongue magnified somehow, the tension winding
tighter and tighter until she wanted to scream. Then his finger withdrew.

Her eyes snapped open in shock.
She gasped and raised her head to protest, but he stared back at her up the
length of her body with those hungry blue eyes and gently sucked her clit into
his mouth. A high cry tore from her, and her hips pushed against him, her limbs
straining against the restraints as she fought to get closer to his tongue.
Only a little more. Only a little more, and she’d shatter against his mouth.

His lips and tongue tormented
her clit as his hand slid lower, past her slick opening down between her buttocks.
She only had a second to tense before his lubricated fingertips drew over the
sensitive puckered rosette.

Her body jerked, but even as
her mind rebelled at what he was doing, a curious new heat began to bloom. Her
throbbing pussy clenched as his tongue dragged over her clit at the same time
he rubbed against her forbidden opening. A delicious tremor ran through her. She’d
never liked being touched there before, but she was so desperately aroused and
the experienced way he stroked her felt incredible.

“Feel good?” he whispered
against her aching flesh, those naughty fingers caressing more firmly.

Unable to speak, she nodded
and dropped her head back, letting him do as he wished. Her hips wriggled,
wanting closer to those teasing fingertips against her tender entrance as he
took her closer and closer to madness with his tongue. When she was on the
verge of begging to be fucked, he groaned softly and sat back on his heels. She
whimpered in disappointment, her wrists struggling against the cuffs. Murmuring
something to her, Dillon reached into his bedside table to withdraw a condom
and sheathed himself before settling between her thighs. She almost sobbed in
relief.

Her whole body throbbed,
needing to feel the thick length of his cock sliding inside her. Taking her.
Claiming her as his. She was his now, and after this, some part of her always
would be. It should have worried her, but she was too far gone with pleasure
and need to think about it.

Dillon stretched out across
her body to kiss her, hands planted on either side of her head as he hovered over
her protectively. Charissa moaned and arched as much as she could, wanting to
feel his weight, his warmth. She tasted her juices on his lips, the tangy-sweet
flavor of a passion she’d never thought to experience. He braced above her,
cherishing her with his kiss, his big body rocking against her as he began to
slide the hot length of his cock over the swollen lips of her pussy. Too much.
She couldn’t handle any more.

Fighting to ignore the
vulnerability that made her throat tighten, she broke down and begged.

“Please, Dillon,” she
whimpered. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

The stark desperation in her
voice tied Dillon in knots. Stretched out helpless beneath him, her limbs
anchored to the bed, her body trembling like that... Christ, she was sexier
than even the most vivid fantasy he’d ever had of her.

But he was riding a fine line
here. This was all about building trust. If he pushed her too far, if he broke
that fragile bond, he’d ruin everything. He wanted to make her feel the most
pleasure possible, but he craved her belief in him the most. He needed to bind
her to him in this most elemental way and make her see that they were meant to
be together.

Allowing himself to savor the
moment of her surrender for just a few seconds more, he eased back to rake his
gaze down the length of her luscious body. Her muscles vibrated with the strain
of being denied a climax, her full breasts quivered. Her nipples were flushed
and hard, tempting him to take another taste. And her pussy...fuck, those slick
pink folds all swollen and ready for his cock, that hard little clit swollen with
the need to come. He could lose it just staring at her like this.

“Dillon...” She strained
against the chains, the links making a delicate little chime over the sound of
her panting breaths, her soft mewls of need.

So ready for him. So desperate
for him. He met her dazed eyes, stroked a lock of hair back from her flushed
cheek. Jesus she was beautiful. “You want me inside you, sweetness?” His cock
pulsed in agony at the thought of driving into her.

Her eyes were glazed with passion,
the pupils dilated. “Yes, please, I
need
you.”

The tremor in her voice made
him ache. “I’m going to make it so good, baby,” he promised, bending to steal
one last kiss, plunging his tongue into the damp heat of her mouth before he
eased back. Holding her gaze, he gripped his cock and positioned the head against
her slick opening. She gasped and tensed, as though bracing for him to plunge
into her. He didn’t.

The muscles in his hips
contracted as he eased forward slowly, inexorably filling her tight sheath.
Charissa let out a throaty moan and arched her back, the walls of her pussy
clamping around his shaft with a pressure so delicious it wrenched a hard groan
from him. Pausing a moment to let her adjust to the fullness, Dillon inhaled a
deep breath.

Weight braced on one forearm,
he reached down to skim a ripe nipple, making her suck in a breath before he
slid lower to the slick knot of her clit. Fighting for control, he rocked forward,
fucking her nice and slow while his thumb caressed her hard little button. A
long, tortured moan escaped her, and her head tipped back, her expression full
of erotic agony. So good. So damn good he was ready to explode.

“Tell me what you want,” he
rasped, knowing she needed more. He kept his rhythm steady, glorying in the way
she writhed and twisted in his arms. That she wasn’t afraid of surrendering to
him anymore. “Say it.”

“Fuck me harder,” she begged
hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow.

The words, the desperation in
her voice drove his hunger higher. Dillon thrust deeper, faster, keeping the
motion of his thumb slow and gentle against her fragile clit. Two more thrusts,
and she choked out his name as she came. Her pussy contracted around his cock
in strong waves as she bucked her hips, taking everything he had to give. Gritting
his teeth, he focused on her pleasure and made sure she enjoyed every last
second of the orgasm.

When the pulses faded and she
sagged limply against the mattress, Dillon groaned and fought back the need to
come as he let her recover. Breathing hard, still buried deep inside her, he
forced himself to withdraw from her warmth to unhook her legs, then her wrists.
The moment she was free, he moved back up her body and slid deep inside her
again.

With a soft whimper that
turned him inside out, Charissa immediately wound her arms and legs around him,
holding him close in the cradle of her body. Her face turned into his hair as
she clung to him, little tremors still wracking her muscles.

Dillon closed his eyes and
breathed in the addictive scent of her skin, knowing he’d never get enough. He
was humbled beyond words by the trust she’d yielded to him. Damn, he’d love to
hold her like this every night when they went to bed. Have her smile and her bright
personality light up his days, her soft heart and sexy body ease the relentless
sexual need she created in him.

Content to hold her for the
time being, he slid his arms beneath her and gave her his weight, anchoring her
to the bed. A deep sigh escaped her lips, then she tiredly kissed his temple.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“Mmm hmm,” she murmured, her
body growing pliant beneath him. When she settled her palm against the side of
his face, he lifted his head to look at her. She rolled her hips against his,
lodging his aching cock deeper inside her. He growled and grabbed her hip to
hold her still. A little frown creased her forehead. “You didn’t come.”

He hid a smile at her
confusion and kissed her. “Not yet.” Damn, just kissing her was enough to make
his cock throb. Her lips parted for the stroke of his tongue, and she met each
caress with a languid hunger that shook him.

“I want to make you come,” she
whispered against his mouth, arching her back to rub her breasts against his
chest. So hot, so ready for more.

“Maybe I’ll let you,” he
whispered back. “Eventually.” But first he wanted to make her melt, show her yet
again how good they were together. He’d keep reinforcing that message for as long
as he could and hope to hell it stuck with her. Because she was
it
for
him. He’d tell her that right now, except he wasn’t sure she trusted him enough
yet to believe it.

Grinning at her surprised
expression, he gripped her hips. “Hold on.” When her fingers closed around his
shoulders, he rolled them over so that she straddled him. Before she could move,
he set a hand between her shoulder blades to hold her still and keep her from
sitting up.

She wriggled against him. “What—”

“Shh.” He cuddled her close, enjoying
the feel of her draped over him while her hot pussy squeezed his painfully hard
dick. Her skin was like warm satin, silky smooth beneath his wandering hands. “I
love holding you.”