“You’re gonna make me come,” she panted.
“Not. Yet.” He removed his hands and straightened her blouse. “Stop tempting me.”
“Then stop stalling.”
Grabbing her hand, he towed her down the stairs to the first floor. The door to the Crow’s Nest locked only from the inside, so as soon as they were in, he locked the door. He turned and hauled Amery against him, kissing her crazily while his fingers worked the button and zipper of her skirt. “Off.”
Amery’s blouse fluttered to the floor and she kicked off her shoes.
Ronin shucked his gi pants. He stroked his cock, watching as Amery shed her skirt and panties. “Are you wet?”
“With the way you’ve been using that dirty mouth on me? I’m dripping.”
He clamped his hands on her ass and lifted her, pressing her back against the brick wall. “Put me in you.”
Her fingers circled the root, and she swirled the head of his c**k around her wet entrance. “Say pretty please.”
Ronin canted his hips and drove into her with one hard stroke. “I’m too impatient to say please. Holy f**k, woman, you are drenched.”
“Stop being so chatty and f**k me.”
Chatty? Jesus. Not even on his best day was he considered chatty and definitely not when he was balls deep inside this sexpot who made him so insane to have her he was f**king her in his dojo, for christsake. He never did that.
“What are you muttering about?” she asked.
“You.” He buried his lips in her neck. Keeping one hand on her ass, he moved the other beside her head for better leverage. “How goddamn much you own me.” He plowed into her, his c**k withdrawing completely and slamming back into her hard.
One of Amery’s hands was gripping his hair; the other clutched the back of his neck. “Grind more,” she panted. “Yes, like that.”
Ronin flicked his tongue across the pulse point in her throat when he felt her legs tighten around his hips.
“Harder.”
“I won’t last long, if I start doing that.”
“Do it.” Five more hard strokes and Amery detonated. Her pelvis grinding into his. Her fingers digging into his shoulder. Biting her lip to keep herself from crying out.
Somehow he managed to keep focused on giving her what she needed rather than letting her orgasm pull him over the edge with her.
A sigh, a full-body shudder, and then her soft lips brushed his damp forehead. “You f**k like a dream, man of mine.”
Ronin would’ve laughed, but he was too goddamn close. “Lift your tank top; I’m coming on your belly.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’m eating my fill of this hot cunt after I’m done f**king you.” He rubbed his lips below her jaw. “I want you to look at yourself and know you’re sticky beneath your shirt, wearing my seed.”
Amery’s fingers inched between their chests, and she maneuvered her camisole up while Ronin continued to pound into her.
“Almost. Fuck!” When his shaft tightened from his c**k to his balls, he pulled out and rubbed the length along her slit, angling up on every stroke so his c**k head connected with her clit.
When he started to come, he threw his head back as his c**k jerked against her belly with every hard pulse.
She yanked him to her for a voracious kiss. A hot clash of tongues, lips, and teeth. After a dizzying minute of her onslaught, he tried to break free, but she refused to release his mouth. With the kiss, she helped him slow his heart and respiration rate, breathing with him, letting their lips part for only a moment to change angles. Only when he’d regained his balance did she let him go.
Amery nuzzled his temple. “Your se**n was so hot when it marked me, but now it’s drying. Sticking to my skin.”
A rumble of satisfaction filled his chest. He looked into her eyes. “I’m not done with you.”
“Ah. Okay. What—eep!”
Ronin pulled her away from the wall and carried her to the stairs that led to the observation deck. “You’ll need that yoga balance.” He set her on the fourth stair tread. “Hook your feet against the half-walls and rest on your elbows.”
“You’re serious.”
“About eating your pu**y? Yes.” When she hesitated, he said, “Do it. Get your hips in the air and give me what I want.”
Her eyes darkened. Yeah, his sexpot liked being bossed around.
As soon as her feet were in place and she raised her hips, he scooped her soft bu**ocks into his hands, pulling her into a forty-five-degree angle, leaving her no choice but to balance on her elbows.
“Ronin!”
“What? You’re always worried about me putting too much pressure on my knee. This way I can stand and the pressure is on you.” The woman was such a visual f**king feast, wide open to him, her pu**y wet and swollen. He lowered his head and licked her. One long, thorough swipe with the flat of his tongue. She tasted good. Like sex and woman. He pushed her hips up higher and met her gaze across the slope of her upper body. “Seeing my come still glistening on your belly turns me into a wild man, baby. So be warned.”
He settled his mouth over that hot, slick flesh and tongued her clit until she came in a thigh-clenching, chest-heaving orgasm.
“That’s one,” he whispered against the inside of her thigh. “One more.”
“I can’t.”
“I know you can.” Ronin backed off from direct contact. He pressed his lips to every inch of her bare mound; she’d gone full Brazilian last time. He nibbled her softest tissues. Teased her with his breath and the very tip of his tongue. He soothed the nip and scrape of his teeth with soft smooches. He licked every fold and swell, jamming his tongue in and coating his face with her juices. He backed away when she started to pump her groin into his face. Rubbing his five-o’clock shadow on her inner thighs as they trembled. Then sweeping his razor-stubbled chin across her clit just to test her reaction.