Free Bound to be Dirty by Savanna Fox

stop. Despite his out-of-character behavior, she knew he wouldn’t force himself on her. Yet he seemed determined to push her out of her comfort zone. And damn it, her body responded. Her mind wasn’t convinced, but the ripple of heat pulsing through her was undeniable.
    Dax caught her left ankle. His hand was strong and warm, his grip firm, even possessive. Oh God, was he going to inflict the same erotic torture on her left leg too?
    Yes, he was. When he sucked her toe and his teeth scraped her skin, her body, which hadn’t stopped trembling from that first bone-rattling orgasm, shuddered. Heat flashed up her leg, drenched her pussy anew, had her biting her lip to hold back a moan of pleasure.
    And that was just her toe.
    She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the familiar bedroom, longing only to lose herself in this utterly sensual experience. People talked about “out-of-body” experiences. Well, she wanted an “out-of-mind” one. She didn’t want to think, to worry, about what this meant.
    He worked his slow, tortuous way to her inner thigh, the calluses on his fingers and the curls of his beard making each kiss, lick, and nip even more erotic. Her body twisted with need. When his tongue explored her labia and clit, tightening the coil of arousal yet not pressing firmly enough to offer release, she held back her protest. If she complained or demanded, he’d stop touching her, keep her hovering on the brink even longer.
    Although there was something to be said for the hovering. That first orgasm was one of the most powerful she’d ever experienced. Mind you, the second one, coming fast and hard, was spectacular too.
    She wasn’t sure she could withstand a third. And yet Dax left her no choice as his tongue, lips, and fingers played her skillfully. Shuddering, she exploded against his face.
    He moved up her body, trailing kisses across her belly, her ribs. Finally, he reached her breasts. Her nipples were so tight and hard, they ached when his thumbs brushed across them and when he pinched them gently. But it was a good ache, the kind that resonated deep in her sex.
    Her skin was hyperalert to every brush of his body: his lightly haired leg against her knee, the hard thrust of his cock—yes, he was erect again—against her thigh. Her sex was swollen, achy, needy. Despite three orgasms, she wanted him inside her.
    The boldness of the way he’d commanded her contrasted so dramatically with the subtle way he treated her body. Now, exploring her chest, he didn’t just suck on her nipples, one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. He moved on to kiss her collarbone, her exposed armpits, the place where her shoulders met her neck. They weren’t the standard erogenous zones, yet he brought them to humming, tingling life.
    He returned to her breasts and took a pebble-hard nipple gently between his teeth, and sensation echoed in her vagina. He sucked, licked, then moved to her other breast and did the same thing.
    She whimpered, her hips twisting against the rumpled sheet. Her core clenched, shuddered, and a rippling wave of orgasm made her gasp with pleasure. Oh my, she’d never come that way before.
    Dax moved quickly down the bed, then his mouth was on her clit, his fingers buried deep inside her, catching the fading spasms of that orgasm and building the tension again. Taking her higher until, whimpering helplessly, she broke again and came hard.
    He rose above her, so handsome, so powerful. She squinted to see him more clearly. His glossy black hair was tousled, his strong cheekbones burned with color, his eyes blazed silvery-gray. His cock rose full and hard up against his belly. So swollen, so big.
    When he reached for a condom and sheathed himself, she couldn’t imagine her exhausted body surviving intercourse. A whimper of protest escaped her lips.
    Dax stopped, one hand at the base of his shaft where he’d rolled the ring of the condom