“Yes, to all the above.”
He chuckled as he moved further down my body, stripping my clothing off and tossing it on the floor.
“One day, when you’re ready, I’m going to take you to a sex story, baby, and we’re going to have fun.”
I couldn’t fight the smile as I thought about that. I had full trust in him that he would deliver that. And let me tell you, I was ready. I wanted to.
Just don’t ask me what the hell the hold up was as to why I never did it before.
His tongue stroked a nipple before he sucked into his mouth, hard.
My hips jerked of their own accord and I moaned, clawing at his back.
“You got claws,” he told me, soothing my swollen nipple, “I like.”
I shivered as he kissed over to the other, doing the same thing.
“I’m likely to come before you even do anything else,” I cried out, hooking my leg around his hip.
“I’m starting to think, Kelly, that not only did your men not give you the true pleasure that you sought, but that you didn’t let them. Part of the pain is the tease, you do get that, right?”
I looked at him, fighting the urge to throw him on his back and ride him like I was in the rodeo.
“I hate you.”
He chuckled, moving between my thighs and spreading me wide, his tongue moving slowly over my folds.
“No, you don’t, Kelly. You just hate that I can call you out on your bullshit.”
I was about to respond when his tongue dove into me. I cried out yet again, my fingers sliding into his hair.
He was relentless, his tongue sliding in and out before moving to my clit and tugging it into his mouth. He added a finger as well, pumping it hard and fast, all while his free hand slid over my stomach and up to a nipple, pinching and rolling that.
I was overloaded.
My body was shaking at all the amazing feelings rolling through me.
And it wasn’t a surprise to him, or to me, that I came fast, without warning, flooding his mouth.
He glanced up at me, licking his lips before slowly stroking his tongue over me.
“That was amazing to watch,” he whispered, kissing over my thighs.
I was boneless.
Melted into the puddle that I asked for.
And I knew he wasn’t done.
“Uh-huh,” was all I managed to get out. He chuckled, slowly kissing his way back up to my lips. I brought his mouth down on mine, needing to feel him against me, skin to skin.
His hands roamed over my sides, his hips pushing into mine. I realized he was still clothed, so I broke the kiss to yank his topoff. He grinned as he undid his pants, pushing that and his boxer briefs down.
“Better?”
“Yes,” I hissed, drawing him back for another kiss. It was as if I was drowning and the only one who could take me back to the surface was him.
He shifted us to our sides, his arm snaking around my waist while the other slid into my hair, yanking back on the strands.
