Cherrie Lynn - Take Me On

“You’re gorgeous,” she murmured, the heavy silk of her hair sliding against his chest as she looked down at him. She was gorgeous. He burned with the need to show her how much. Pulling her upright, he slid down on his knees, kissing her breast until he reached her nipple and sucked it gently. While he distracted her there, he peeled her yoga pants from her body, leaving her in her silky purple panties. Her fingers curled around his neck, stroking, raising chills along his spine.

God, that her touch alone could have such an effect on him… His breath rasped through his lungs. His pulse throbbed—he could feel it everywhere. Gabby’s scent could make him drunk all by itself, but when coupled with her smooth body beneath his fingers, his mouth… He could OD on her.

He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them, gloriously naked in front of him. He took in the slender curves of her body, the sexy dip of her navel. With one fingertip, he traced a line from between her breasts, down her stomach, to the neat, thin strip of hair between her legs.

And she trembled. Beautiful, confident Gabriella Ross shivered before him—whether from nerves or lust, he didn’t know. Didn’t care. All he knew was that she was a gift, maybe some divine or karmic reward for surviving some of the bullshit he’d been through, and he would treasure her.

Wetness greeted his finger when he pushed into her cleft. So slick, so soft. He quested deeper and she spread her legs wider to give him better access. Leaning forward, he swept his tongue over her little bud.

“Oh!” she cried, and her knees nearly buckled at the touch. Was she so close already? He glanced behind her and gave her a nudge backwards.

“Sit down, baby.”

Right behind her was an armchair; she settled in it, and he promptly spread her legs so that each one draped over an arm of the chair. She gasped, and the way her hand drifted toward the junction of her thighs, he thought she was going to cover herself.

“Okay?” he whispered, placing a kiss on her knee.

She nodded quickly, and he smiled.

“Beautiful.”

Her green eyes lit up. He leaned in and tasted her, groaning as her flavor hit his tongue. How he’d missed it. And she was leaving him? He was letting her?

The thought unleashed aggression he hadn’t expected. Holding her thighs open, he sucked her long and deep as she gasped and squirmed and thrust at him. He kept the control. He kissed and licked her in just the way he knew wouldn’t make her come. It was a need he seemed to have… She liked control everywhere else; he wanted it here. They could make it work. As she shuddered and came in his mouth, her cries reaching a pitch that probably woke his neighbors, he had the thought that he would gladly do this every night for her.

“God, oh God…” she groaned, melting back into the chair. Her tongue swept across her cherry lips; her own fingers were sunk in her dark hair. He thought it all the time, yes, but she was absolutely the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever seen. All smooth, taut, olive skin. Flawless. Too damn perfect, the way she gave herself to him.

And he couldn’t wait to have her. Quickly reaching back for his wallet, he grabbed the condom out and sheathed himself. Remembering his promise, he teased her as he entered her body. Slowly, so slowly, feeling, watching her pussy stretch around his straining cock, so big inside her narrow channel. Her head tossed, and she practically purred in bliss. He bit down on the inside of his cheek with the effort to keep from giving it to her hard and fast. That wasn’t what she’d asked for.

So much for his having control.

That was all right. As long as her face looked like it did right now, slack with pleasure, he was doing what needed to be done. When she’d taken all he had to give her, he pulled back, retreating from her gripping wet heat, watching her mouth fall open and feeling warning signals race up his spine. Too much of this and he was gonna blow.

She cried out his name as he left her. Empty air swirled around his dick, and he ached to reclaim her warmth, but he made her wait. Her wild eyes locked on his, and she pleaded with him. Nope. Not yet. He palmed her breasts, concerned himself with teasing her nipples into hard little peaks. Once they were erect to his satisfaction, he gave her another slow thrust. Inch by inch, as he’d promised.

She wasn’t having it. “Oh, fuck this!” she cried, flinging her arms around his neck and pushing her body onto his. He had to laugh as her mouth crushed down on his, and she threw her weight forward so that he fell back on the floor with her atop him.

There, she pinned his wrists to the floor and rode him with a pace that left him momentarily stunned. She took what she needed from his body now, and he fucking loved it. He could have easily broken her grip and taken over, but he let her have her way. It was a beautiful sight, her hair wild, flushed skin. Her tight pussy milked him until no amount of praying or thinking of other things or mentally reciting the Rangers lineup was gonna help him. He came, and thank God she did too, because he was lost. Nothing left.

The woman was going to kill him. And he’d die happy.

Light filtered in from the single window in his bedroom. It was enough for him to see her lovely naked body stretched out on his bed. She lay on her stomach, and he couldn’t stop touching her. They hadn’t been here long, but it had been long enough for him to figure out that whatever was bothering her hadn’t been eased by their wild ride earlier. In fact, if anything, she seemed even more down, more tense.

Maybe it was only that she was leaving him. Hopefully that separation would be brief. They could figure something out.

If only he knew that was the problem.

She lifted her head and turned it toward him. He’d begun to wonder if she was asleep, but no, her eyes were wide open. Even the scant light showed they were full of chaotic thoughts. She probably didn’t realize how expressive they were; with her, they truly were the windows to her soul.

“Gabby,” he said tersely, already preparing for her refusal to talk. “What’s the matter? And don’t say ‘nothing’.”

“Ian—”

“Something’s wrong with you. I’ve known it since you got here. If we’re gonna get anywhere, you’ve got to let me in. Shutting me out isn’t going to help anything.”

“I’m not the one shutting you out,” she said bitterly, sitting up and facing away from him.

Ian frowned, pushing himself around so he could see her face. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

She stared at him—he could still see the turmoil taking place behind those pretty eyes. Her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, and finally she dropped her head in her hands. “Fuck. Don’t make me do this.”

“Do what? For God’s sake, talk to me.”

“We talked about making this work, right?”

“Right. I want to.”

“Well, my parents apparently don’t agree.”

Ice infiltrated his heart, wrapping skeletal fingers around it. That shouldn’t be a big deal, right? At the end of the day, who really cared what her parents thought? She was a grown woman. But something told him it was a big deal, a very big deal. After all, it was enough to keep her in a funk all night. “Okay. It happens. So…” He lifted his brows, waiting for her to supply the problem.

“My parents pay for my apartment and pretty much all of my expenses, but only as long as I’m going to school. Hell, they pay for most of my school. I have some money, but not that much. Without them, there’s no way I could make it.”

He’d figured as much. Damn, and he’d been a dumbass. It should’ve been abundantly clear where this was going. So clear he could’ve stopped her from talking and deduced the problem himself, but he let her go on, each word a dagger driving deeper into his heart.