Page 43 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

SKYE

“That meal was incredible, baby. Now, about my dessert.” Dempsey’s eyes were dark, dilated almost completely black with lust, as he gripped my hips and sat me down right on the edge of the table.

I couldn’t help chuckling at that. “Um…dessert is in the refrigerator.”

“Wrong, baby.” He leaned down, kissing and nibbling the column of my neck.

The sensation of his lips and teeth on the sensitive skin of my throat sent white-hot tingles straight to the pit of my stomach and heated my core, winding me tighter and tighter with every feather-light brush of his mouth.

The surprising scrape of sharp teeth against the softness of my skin every so often ratcheted my need even higher.

“The dessert I want to eat is right here, already on the table. You’re an amazing chef, but nothing will ever taste as perfect to me as your sweet little pussy. ”

I shuddered with pleasure at his words and the throbbing, wet heat they elicited between my legs.

Gasping, I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my fingers in his hair, and kissed him, arching and molding my body’s soft curves against the muscled planes of his chest. His hard, athletic body was nothing short of glorious, and I wanted to run my fingers over every spectacular inch of him.

Slipping my hands under the hem of his shirt, I let my fingers stroke up and over his washboard abs, tracing the outlines of his muscles.

I loved how he pressed into my touch with a soft growl.

I broke the kiss just long enough to brush the tip of my nose against his and ask him the question burning at the forefront of my mind.

“Do you really enjoy eating me out that much?”

“Why don’t you lie back and let me show you just how much I fucking love it, baby?” Dempsey flashed me a wicked, bone-melting smile as he pushed me back so I was lying flat on the table. He slid my skirt up to my waist, and peeled my panties off, tossing them carelessly aside.

I pressed my thighs together, not sure how I felt about being so exposed on the kitchen table. But I reveled in the friction that squeezing them together created.

Dempsey clicked his tongue at me and shook his head. “None of that now, baby. Spread your sweet legs for me and let me see that pretty pussy of yours before I eat it.”

I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked since I’d learned how much I liked his bossiness in bed during our time together.

I also loved that he was so hungry for my body, so desperate to look at me, taste me, give me pleasure.

Opening my legs wide for him, just like he asked, I shivered at feeling so exposed, but the look in his gorgeous blue eyes was worth it.

“Good girl.” Dempsey’s praise made every muscle in my core clench with pleasure, and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Not really.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee, trailing his lips all the way up the inside of that thigh until he reached the apex between my legs.

I sucked in a gasp, thinking he’d bury his face between my legs and start eating me out, but he seemed to be in a mood to savor things and make them last because he mirrored what he’d just done on the inside of my other thigh.

“Dempsey.” I whimpered the word, squirming and dying of anticipation by the time he was done.

I had never imagined that what we would have together might be like this. Ours was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Dempsey made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. And the things he did to my body. Whoo, boy! He made me feel things I didn’t even know how to articulate.

Gripping my thighs, he pulled me closer to the edge of the table and finally buried his face between my legs, dragging his tongue up and down my folds in long, slow, measured strokes that I was certain were intended for the sole purpose of driving me insane.

He was licking my pussy like it was an ice cream cone, and I squirmed with pleasure, wiggling my butt in an effort to move things along and reach my orgasm a little more quickly.

I knew the sooner I came, the sooner he’d bury himself to the hilt inside me, and that was what I really wanted.

Dempsey chuckled at my attempt to rush him. I gasped when he gripped my hips and held them perfectly still so he could continue his methodical licking, sucking, and nibbling.

“Dempsey—” I panted his name this time, burying my fingers in his hair so I could tug on the thick locks, trying to make him go faster. I was so, so close to coming already, but he paused and tugged free of my grip on his hair to look up at me, arching a brow in challenge. “I’m so close—”

“Patience, baby. All things in good time, I promise.” His voice was a deep, velvety purr, and his expression was all mischief and havoc. The combination turned my insides to molten lava.

My nipples pebbled to diamond-hard peaks from the delicious ache that was building between my thighs as he continued with the slow, methodical strokes of his tongue.

He was pushing me toward an impossibly high peak of pleasure.

My whole body hummed and throbbed with the rhythm he set with his mouth.

Sliding my hands over my body, I cupped my breasts through my top.

It was a good thing Dempsey had gotten me over any self-consciousness I might have had because I felt comfortable massaging my nipples, rolling and tweaking them between my index finger and thumb.

I was so ready to feel him inside me that I was determined to help this process along one way or another.

Dempsey looked up at what I was doing and groaned, but my tactic worked because he caught my clit between his teeth, licking and sucking like a madman on a mission until I came for him, screaming so loud that I was certain everyone else in the building was going to hear me.

I arched, and my body shook, squeezing my eyes shut as I rode the wave of pleasure until I thought I might pass out.

When the shudders passed, I slumped back against the table, limp and sated, but Dempsey was far from done.

He stood, freed his dick, and drove into me with one powerful thrust that ripped a guttural moan out of my throat. When he took me like this, I couldn’t help but feel as though he was using his big, strong body to tell me wordlessly that I was his, and he was mine.

“Yes.” I panted, wrapping my legs around his hips, angling mine so I could take all of him inside me.

I wanted this. I wanted him, and I never wanted this to end.

I grabbed Dempsey’s hand, interlocking my fingers with his, and stared up into his eyes.

“I don’t want you to be gentle this time. I’m not fragile.”

Dempsey’s eyes dilated to almost completely black, and his nostrils flared. “Are you sure, baby?”

“I’m absolutely positive.” I squeezed my legs around his hips a little harder, forcing him deeper inside me. “Give it to me like you mean it.”

That was all the confirmation he needed. Gripping my hips, he pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back inside me, ramming himself home hard enough to make me scream my pleasure for the whole world to hear.

“Yes.” I dragged him down and kissed him with all the fire and passion I felt welling up inside me. Our tongues tangled as we pushed and pulled, trying desperately to devour each other. My breath came in short gasps as he plunged into me, over and over. “Harder,” I begged.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he took deep, bracing breaths and slowed his strokes the slightest bit. “You’re going to end this much more quickly than I want if you keep talking like that, baby. I want to make this last and make it so good for you that you can barely even stand the pleasure.”

I nipped his earlobe. “You make me feel more incredible than I ever knew possible every single time we’re together.”

I tightened my legs around his waist, just the slightest bit, to accentuate my point. Dempsey grunted in response, nuzzling my neck and biting it just hard enough to make me gasp and writhe beneath him.

“Did you like that, baby?”

“Yes.” I hissed the word through clenched teeth, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “I didn’t think I would, but...there was something so deliciously primal about how that felt. Like you were trying to mark me so everyone in the world would know I belong to you.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re going to make me come.” Dempsey growled the words through tightly clenched teeth, making any embarrassment I felt over my soft admission disappear. “You have no fucking clue what hearing your sweet voice talking dirty does to me.”

My lips curved into a smile of pure feminine satisfaction at Dempsey’s growled warning. “But I bet you’re going to show me, aren’t you?”

Dempsey's nostrils flared as he leaned closer, and I knew he was barely holding on to his control.

I loved when he let loose with me, so I feathered kisses along the line of his jaw, doing my best to drive him completely wild with every touch of my lips.

I even traced my tongue along the outer shell of his ear before I whispered, “Please.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking show you all right.

” His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave marks, but I loved seeing the signs that he’d taken me each morning when I showered.

“I’m going to fill you up to overflowing, and you’re going to feel me for days, baby.

Every step you take will remind you of how it feels to have my cock deep inside your sweet pussy. ”

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, digging my nails into his thick shoulders.

His strokes turned feral, rocking the whole table. “I’m going to be dripping down your thighs when we get up to walk away from this table after we’re done.”

I knew we’d been taking giant risks by having sex so often without protection, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. It felt too good when Dempsey took me with nothing between us. “I’m so close.”

His lips crashed down on mine in an all-consuming kiss.

His thrusts turned wild and ragged until he buried himself inside me with a deep, satisfied cry of pleasure that made me come, too.

We stayed connected like that while we tried to catch our breath.

After a few minutes, Dempsey pulled out and helped me slide off the table to my feet.

Suddenly light-headed from getting up too quickly, I swayed against him, my stomach roiling until I pressed my face against his chest and dragged his masculine scent deep into my lungs.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but I’d found myself addicted to his smell the past few days.