her clit as he hummed his pleasure into the sensitive folds.
She was rising, rushing toward orgasm, and she couldn't fight it. When his tongue licked around her clit she screamed for release. Begged for it. Then his lips covered the tender bud, and his tongue began to flicker, to lick with rapid, destructive strokes until she shattered into fragments of blinding ecstasy.
It was like lash after lash of agonizing pleasure as she strained closer, the ache in her womb only building. The clitoral release was usually enough to sate the desperate need, but this time, it only spurred it. She was dying for more.
"It's not enough," she cried out desperately as he began to rise before her. "Please, Mac. I need more."
"There's always more, Kei," he growled. "How much more do you want, sweetheart?"
"Everything." Her head tossed against the tractor as her hands tightened on the handholds she had found. "Now. Please. Now."
His hands covered hers, drawing them away as he stared back at her remorselessly.
"I can give you everything you need, sweetness. All of it." One big hand covered the back of her head, pressing her lips to his chest. "Take me now, Kei. Show me how bad you need me."
She needed him. Needed him until she could barely breathe for the hunger tearing her apart. Needed him so badly that before she anticipated what she meant to do, her teeth sank into the heavy muscle just below a flat, hard nipple.
Mac jerked in surprise at the feel of Keiley's bite. It was unexpected. It was violently arousing. His cock jerked beneath his jeans, so hard, so engorged that he knew that holding back once her hot little mouth got down there would be next to impossible.
But he would hold back. Control. Controlling himself, controlling this first step he was allowing her into the darkness of his lusts, was too important. One wrong move and she could shy away, unconsciously sensing the predatory hunger lurking just beneath the surface. The hunger that would push and push for more of the sensual, deeply held carnality that he knew his wife possessed.
"Sweet," he groaned, palming her head as her tongue licked over the little mark he was certain she had made. A mark he would carry with pride. "More, sweetness. Give me just a little more."
The bite was harder, centered lower, as a shudder wracked her small frame and her wicked tongue licked at his sweat-dampened chest.
Her hands moved restlessly down his chest to his belt, struggling to loosen it as he tipped his head back and let the sun warm his face.
Keiley was burning his flesh, moving lower, nipping at his skin, licking at it as she loosened his jeans and drew the heavy length of his cock free.
He thought he would explode when she wrapped the fingers of both hands around the engorged shaft. Thought he would spill himself to her fingers in a release that would tear his soul free.
His control was tattered, fraying. Gritting his teeth, he forced back the need to come, his fingers tightening in Keiley's short hair to hold her lips back from the throbbing crest of his cock.
"Mac," she whimpered hungrily.
Damn, he loved her voice like that. Husky and needy, stroking over his senses like dark velvet.
Holding her back, Mac moved her hands to his thighs before gripping the base of his cock with one hand.
"Like this." He needed it like this. Needed to control it, to stroke her hunger for him higher. Just a little bit higher.
Her hands clenched in the jeans material still covering his thighs as his fingers held her head steady for the hard head of his cock pressing against her lips.
She opened instantly, her hot pink tongue swiping over it as her lashes fluttered closed. It was sexy as hell.
"Open your eyes. Watch me while you take my cock, Kei. Don't hide from me." His voice was rough. He knew it was and could do nothing to stop it.
Her lashes drifted open. Her tongue flickered over the tiny slit in his cock, licking at the pre-cum that beaded there as she hummed her pleasure.
"Good