Surrounded by Death by Mandy Harbin Page B

and she tensed. He smiled against her folds. She was
already so close. He tried savoring the smell and taste, feasting
on her with slow, deep licks, but she was too antsy. She kept
moaning and gyrating beneath him, breathy pleas falling from her
lips. His tongue stabbed into her and her hips came off the bed.
Her moans stopped, her whole body hard as stone. He fucked her with
his tongue one, two, three more times and then pulled out as he
shoved two fingers into her. His lips encased her clit and his
tongue batted it with fast, soft flicks as his fingers fucked her
hard. Her body bowed and she screamed. He sucked on her clit and
curled his fingers, massaging that sweet spot within, prolonging
her pleasure as her pussy clenched around—and drenched—his
fingers.
    When her spasms
slowed, he gently withdrew his fingers. Keeping his eyes on hers,
he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked. “You taste almost as
good as you smell.”
    “If I were as
strong as you,” she panted, “I’d rip your jeans off.”
    With a growl,
he grabbed the open flaps of his jeans and yanked. Thankfully, they
were old and worn; otherwise, he might not have been able to rip
them open. Once his jeans were hanging from his hips, he sat up to
divest himself of them in a more practical method.
    Eric fell on
top of her, crushing her into the bed. “I’m not gonna last. I
almost came in my jeans when you started screaming, baby.”
    “Don’t care.
Just fuck me.”
    He reached to
the nightstand where he’d left a bunch of condoms in anticipation
of things to come. He ripped one open and grabbed his cock, unable
to help the few strokes he gave it before putting it on. He rubbed
his dick against her opening, but as soon as the tip found its
destination, Simone didn’t give him a chance to push in. Instead,
she wrapped her legs around his back and shoved her hips up, making
him sink in with one quick thrust.
    He roared,
knowing it was a too animalistic, but it slipped. “Shit, shit!”
    He grabbed her
hair and pulled. He needed her mouth to drown out anymore of his
growls. His lips locked onto hers, and he pumped his hips
frantically, thankful for her claws digging into his back and her
undulating beneath him making him feel as if she were just as
desperate.
    “Oh God, oh
God, I’m coming,” Simone said, but Eric already knew. Her pussy was
already gripping him, warning him of the inevitable. He knew once
she exploded, he wouldn’t be able to hold out. But fuck, he hoped
she’d fly first. Either way, he’d make it last longer the next
time. They had all night to fuck, and he had every intention of
wringing all he could out of her beautiful body.
    She screamed
just as her pussy clenched around him so hard that if he were not
already on the verge of spilling, his release would’ve caught him
by surprise. His balls drew up and exquisite fire shot out of him
as he threw his head back and bellowed curses, prayers, pleas.
    “Eric, Eric,”
she breathed, her arms encasing him as she rode out her climax
beneath him while he continued knifing into her.
    The intensity
slowed. He kept moving after the last of his seed left his body,
and he dropped soft, kissing along her shoulder and neck.
    After long
moments of lazy kisses and smiles, he sat up, gently pulling out of
her, and started to take off the condom.
    “Can I ask you
a question?” Simone asked, and the hesitation in her voice hadn’t
gone unnoticed.
    He looked up
from his task. “Sure. You know you can talk to me about
anything.”
    “When was the
last time you had sex? Um, I mean with another woman.”
    He frowned.
She’d never asked about his sex life before, but they were sexually
active. It was a valid question to ask a partner. “It was before
the last time we were together.” Then he snorted. “Don’t worry. I
know it was quick, but I promise by the end of the night, you’ll be
begging me to come.”
    She laughed
nervously and his hackles rose. Why was she acting