Rush

bathed the head of his cock, and he knew she was more than ready, but he still
     didn’t make that final move. He wanted her mindless. Wanted to bring her pleasure
     like she’d never experienced.
    Kneeling up, his erection bobbing, he kissed a path from her breasts to her belly.
     She flinched and moaned when his tongue delved into her navel. He played there a moment,
     enjoying her restless movements as her desire rose.
    He kissed his way to her pelvis and then over to one hip where he lavished her skin
     with sweet, gentle kisses. He ran his tongue down her leg, to the inside of her thigh
     and precariously close to her pussy. But he stopped before he reached her most intimate
     flesh.
    Her sigh of frustration made him smile.
    He sank his teeth lightly into the inside of her thigh and then followed it up with
     a soothing swipe of his tongue before venturing lower, grazing his teeth down the
     inside of her leg, past her knee and lower still to her ankle.
    Her toes were tiny, painted pink, a delightful shade that complemented her well. He
     sucked her big toe into his mouth and suckled at it as he’d done her nipples. Then
     he treated each toe to the same, working his way across her foot.
    “God but you make even the simplest things unbelievably hot,” she choked out. “I’ve
     never had my toes sucked. I would have said
gross
, but your mouth is pure sin.”
    He gazed at her over her raised foot. “
Gross?
”
    “Forget I ever said anything. Carry on.”
    He laughed and then lowered her leg and began all over again at her other hip, licking
     and kissing a path to those tiny, delectable toes. He sucked each and every one into
     his mouth, licking the pad and then sucking more strongly.
    He loved that she was unapologetically feminine, and yet she had a strong personality
     and she didn’t take shit lying down. She was going to be a challenge. A welcome challenge,
     and a change from the women he was accustomed to. She may very well keep him on his
     toes over the coming weeks.
    He wanted to spoil and pamper her shamelessly. Let her indulge in all the girlie delights
     she wanted. He wanted to see her smile—be the one who made her smile. He wanted that
     shine in her eyes to come from him. If that made him a selfish, egotistical, self-serving
     bastard, he could live with that.
    He took hold of both feet and pushed forward, doubling her legs and then spreading
     them as he knelt between her thighs. She was splayed wide open to him, the soft, pink
     flesh of her pussy glistening in the low light.
    Resting one foot against his shoulder, he reached and trailed a finger down the seam
     of her pussy and then slid it inside, feeling the snug tissues hug him. Sweat broke
     out on his forehead. He wanted inside her so badly he was about to come.
    He leaned down and licked from her entrance to her clit in one rough swipe that had
     her bowing off the bed. Her cry escaped. His name. An urgent demand for satisfaction.
     He could sense that she was at the end of her patience, and that was fine with him
     because he couldn’t hold off another second.
    Moving in closer, he grasped his erection and fitted it to themouth of her pussy. For a moment he toyed, sliding it in and out the barest inch until
     she growled at him in frustration.
    A smile curving his lips, he eased forward, inch by inch, enjoying the thrill of her
     enveloping him and pulling him deeper.
    “You’re such a damn tease,” she said crossly. “God, Gabe. Fuck me already!”
    He let her legs fall and then leaned over her, angling himself so he could thrust
     deeper. He kissed her, still smiling. “So demanding,” he mocked.
    She reached up, grasped his head and yanked him down into a forceful, demanding kiss
     that firmly proved his point.
    He plunged through her wetness, sliding past swollen, tight tissues until his hips
     met hers.
    “Fuck me, what you do to me,” Gabe said in a tortured whisper.
    She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her ankles at his ass. She lifted herself
     upward, wanting more. Hell, he wanted more. It would never be enough.
    Planting his hands on either side of her head, he began to pump in and out. He pushed
     and undulated deep, holding himself there at the deepest possible point before sliding
     back out, retreating, only to advance again in an erotic, tantalizing rhythm.
    “Tell me what you need,” he managed to grit out. “How close are you, Mia? What do
     you need?”
    “You,” she said simply, that