Page 113 of Healing Conviction
“Your back okay, baby?”
She groaned and scratched at his shirt. “For the love of all the gods and goddesses, Draco Malfoy, I am fine. Now if you don’t—”
He’d heard what he needed and ignored the rest. Thankfully, he’d divested her of her wet shoes, so while she argued with him, it took nothing for him to slide her jeans and thong off in one fell swoop before flinging them somewhere in the cab. In the movement, she’d been able to tug his shirt mostly off, so he finished the job and sat on his heels, looming over her naked body.
The sun shimmered against her alabaster skin, turning it gold. He couldn’t resist stroking his hands up her soft curves before palming her small breasts in his hands. Taking each nipple in his fingers, he teased and massaged them both before bending over one, taking it into his mouth and sucking. She moaned his name underneath him and wrapped her legs around his back, her hands in his hair. He latched onto the tip and flicked his tongue over it, drawing it higher while his fingers rolled the metal bar in the other nipple. When the pebbled peak was hard as a diamond, he switched sides and did the same to the other, while his hand used the moisture to massage over her entire breast.
Her moans were loud in the cabin and her body undulated underneath him, seeking relief that he was going to torture from her first. His cock pushed against his zipper in revolt, trying to end both of their suffering. Her hands tore at his hair, tugging the roots at his scalp as she pushed her tits into his face and hands. He sucked as much as he could of one breast into his mouth and swirled his tongue over her nipple.
“Drake!” His name was a loud cry on her tongue and he let her nipple pop from his mouth before moving down her body. After extricating his waist from between her legs, he propped them on his shoulders. He licked and kissed his way over her soft belly, and stroked her owl tattoo with his hand while he made his way to her bare mound.
The way he was sitting up, her body was hanging from him up in the air and he squeezed the backs of her thighs right under her ass to spread her legs for his mouth. Careful not to look up, not wanting to see her eyes closed again like last time, he spoke against her clit, teasing his beard and lips against her core, but not yet touching.
“While you were being a brat, teasing me, licking your fingers, pretending like you were swallowing down my dick, I was hard as a fucking rock, thinking of tasting your cunt.”
Her bare pussy glistened for him as he spread her with his tongue and swiped up her center, eliciting a cry. He zeroed in on her clit and lifted her up to get a better angle.
His shaft was painfully hard, and he could feel precum leaking for her already. She held tight to his hair like a rope and her other hand clutched the back of the passenger seat. Her contorted body writhed on his tongue as he lapped up her wet core again, devouring her before dragging her arousal up to her clit, making absolutely sure she would be ready for him.
“Jesus H. Christ, oh fuck, please, I’m so close, Drake. I’m soclose.”
“You want to come on my tongue, Pix? Have me lick you up like you did that syrup?”
“Yes, please, Drake. I need it.”
She kept begging as he squeezed the globes of her ass in his palms, getting harder just knowing his fingertips were marking her. He worked her clit as fast as he could, and he felt her ass cheeks tense up as she got closer. Her screams became louder and louder, as if she was taking him to the peak with her, and on one final groan, he pulled away.
“Too fucking bad.”
“Are youkiddingme! I was so clo—”
She yelped as he dropped her down on the bench seat and freed himself from his boxers and jeans. Before she could curse him in frustration, he picked her up to straddle him as he sat back in the driver’s seat. She was so close they had barely any room, but he couldn’t push his seat back any farther. Even if he could’ve, he didn’t want the distance.
Gripping her throat with one hand, he forced her to look at him again, just once, so he could catch her eyes quickly. It took all his willpower, but he refused to dwell on how the emerald orbs would look away as soon as he let go. Instead, he captured her gaze and stroked his cock along her entrance, soaking himself in her arousal.
“I tried to be good to you, baby. I wanted to wait for you to be healed, but now we’re both getting what we wanted.”
“Drake, I—”
He dropped his eyes down to watch as he impaled her with his cock. Whatever she was about to say turned into a moan, and she wrapped her arms over his shoulders before burying her face into his neck.
“Fuck, Pix. You feel so goddamn good. I’d fuck you all damn day, every day if I could, but I’d never last for long.”
She muffled something in response right before he shoved inside her again. He was ready to drive into her at a punishing speed, but she pushed back from him and took his face in her hands. The abrupt shift in the air made him pause his movements as his eyes automatically went to hers. The glassy emeralds were full of emotion.
“All day, every day?”
He softened his hold on her and shifted into a gentle roll, up and down her channel. “Yeah, Pix. All day, every day.”
Her swollen, viselike grip tightened around his cock as he pushed in. The urge to look at their connection called to him, but her nails dug into his cheeks and neck.
“For how long?”
Unable to figure out what she wanted, he frowned, trying to decipher the source of the earnestness in her eyes but coming up empty.
“‘For how long’, what?”
“All day, every day. For how long?”