Free Apt [Running to Love 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Allyson Young

when he loomed over her, resting on his elbow, and lowered his mouth to hers.
    He kissed her like she was some fragile vessel at first, learning her again, and then deepened the kiss. She opened for him and let him plunder the recesses of her mouth, tasting him, his spice and manliness, and she erupted with lust, all former orgasmic languor dissipating. This then was the natural state of things, the ultimate culmination of all that had been suggested before in their intimate moments. She had waited so long. She held him to her, lacing her fingers through the short lengths of his hair, desperate for him. He allowed her the aggression for a moment and then took her hands to pin them with one of his. His mouth released hers, and she cried out for him, but he kissed and licked his way down her neck, tasting each inch like a starving man. She let herself feel. He arrived at her breast, and Fiona heard herself begging and pleading with him. He laved the responsive tips before sucking one into his mouth and trapping the nipple against his palate. The pinch and burn made her writhe, and he shifted his weight to hold her steady against the tender assault. He repeated the maneuver on her other bud, and Fiona flailed her legs. She couldn’t bear it. She sucked in air to plead with him.
    “Be still.” The throaty command made her pussy clench, and arousal flooded her channel. She tried to obey and was rewarded with the touch of his fingers over her mound, and one clever digit slipped between her folds and tantalized her private flesh. She let her thighs fall farther apart, and he rotated the heel of his hand against her in response. It reminded her clit of what had transpired not long ago, and that little nub throbbed in response. He didn’t touch it directly, but the pressure and movement had her holding her breath and anticipating. This time she did plead.
    “Please, Dave. Please.”
    “Tell me what you want.” He slid farther down her body, and that sneaky tongue lapped at her navel while her breasts cooled and longed for him to return.
    “I need you, Dave.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I want you to make love to me. Please.”
    He went so still that Fiona wondered what she’d said, what she’d done wrong.
    “Fiona,” he groaned, like a man in huge pain.
    Before she could ask, he lunged up over her and took her breath again, his hand blindly reaching to the little nightstand. He licked over her lips and pulled away. She watched dumbly as he tore open the little packet and extracted the condom. He sheathed himself with a remarkable economy of movement, and jealousy sparked, and her breath hitched. He instantly paid attention.
    “What is it?”
    “You’re so good at that.”
    He laughed, the sound somehow not incongruous, for it seemed to come from a place deep within him. “It’s not from recent practice, sweetheart, I assure you. It’s because of intense need and the fact that I’m not going to knock you up for a long time yet.”
    Fiona was both thrilled and amazed at his temerity. She would think about that later. She wiggled her hips beneath him, and his eyes darkened to violet, visible even in the dim light. He reached to push one finger up inside of her, and she winced when he added another but knew he was assuring himself of her readiness. She needed him too much to care and arched into him. He pulled his fingers out and unabashedly licked them clean.
    “I’ll really taste my pussy another time, Fiona. But we’ve both waited far too long for this.” This was the nudge of his cock against her opening as he reached to guide himself. He inched forward and watched her intently as he pushed inside. He felt impossibly big, and Fiona wondered if Andrew’s refusal to use dildos had been a mistake, wondered if confiding her virgin status had been a mistake. But she trusted Dave and loved him. She made herself relax and lovingly drifted her hands over his shoulders and upper arms as he fought for a place deep inside her