“Yessss.”
His lips blaze a path to my ear, his tongue electrifying my nerve endings. Feeling adrift, my body weightless, I cling to his back. My fingertips dig into him as he teases—nipping at my collarbone, kissing the swell of my breasts with feather-like strokes, following a trail of invisible crumbs toward my nipples, stopping short of what I’m aching for.
“Chaz.” My voice trembles.
His grin is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing and relishes every minute of it. “I still have a way to go.” He continues his blissful torment, moving down the center of my torso, splintering my thoughts into a thousand incoherent piecesas his lips and tongue—a magical combination—cover my skin in wet heat. He pauses at the waistband of my panties, breathing me in. “I could eat you up,” he rasps, circling his tongue around my navel before climbing back up my body.
“Please,” I beg, my nipples so hard they could drill holes.
“Please, what, Blue? Tell me what you want.”
“Suck them, please.”
“Soon.” He cups my breasts with a firm, gentle squeeze. His thumbs circle the pert tips, then tug the hard lengths with his fingers as if he memorized everything I said last night.
For long minutes, he teases me over and over again. When I try to draw his head down, he pinions my wrists in one big hand and anchors them above me while treating my breasts and neck to leisurely, whispered kisses.
“Chaz,” I pant. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me either. I’m going to suck them now,” he promises. “Are you ready?”
I’ve been ready for ages, but I can only nod.
He lowers his mouth, and my body arches to hasten the contact.
“Watch me,” he whispers when I start to close my eyes.
Riveted to his slow descent, I watch his tongue dart out. The first flick is pure fire. I’m dimly aware of my whimpering moans as the shock of heat and the velvety drags of his tongue send my system haywire. My hands are in his afro before I realize he’s let me go. My body bows with white-hot pleasure as his mouth executes a firm, gentle suction that radiates straight to my core.
His groans vibrate against me as he moves to my other breast, rolling his tongue around the tip, building me up until I’m mindless and crazily turned on. I tug at his underwear, trying to get them off.
Breathing hard, he lifts away and shoves down the front of his boxer briefs. It’s beautiful—hard, long, and thick, the wide head, round and smooth.
“Can I touch?” I ask, finding it hard to form words.
He guides my hand around his penis and sucks in a ragged curse as I trace the rope of veins beneath the silky skin. I’ve never felt anything like the weight of it. Much like Chaz himself, it’s big and powerful.
“Will you show me how to make you come?” I murmur, the thought of it thrilling.
“Christ, Lex.” Sweat trickles in the hollow of his throat. “Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes. Show me.”
“Make your hand wet,” he rasps. “With you. I want the juice from your pussy on me.”
Aroused by his command and the thready need in his voice, I release him to slide my hand inside my panties. Another first—something I’ve never done in front of anyone. He watches me gather the wetness from my cleft, his breath coming in staccato clips. With my fingers coated in my own essence, which is more erotic than I anticipated, he takes my wrist and brings my hand to his lips.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, sucking one finger into his mouth and closing his eyes as if in bliss. “You even taste like vanilla.”
Everything he does and says ratchets up my desire until I’m shaking with it.
He shifts into an upright position and urges me to straddle his thighs. “I need to see your face, touch you, and kiss you while you make me come. I need you right here.” His chest is heaving as he lowers me onto his lap.
I press my knees into the cushion and gingerly wrap my hand around him.
“Tighter,” he groans, his mouth seeking mine, his kiss demanding and lusty as his hands knead and squeeze my breasts.
Doing as he asked, I make a tight fist and stroke him from root to tip, up and down.
