Delicately, he slid one finger over me, stroking me; everywhere he touched made me gasp out a small, low moan. I lifted myself onto my elbows to watch. God, he was sexy. Blue eyes stared up at me, his face between my legs, breathing his heat against me. His hands pressed my thighs wider and I wiggled and squirmed in want. He dug his fingertips into the tops of my legs and pulled me into him.
Then his mouth was on me, licking and sucking. I arched toward him and moaned loudly as his tongue stroked and nipped.
"You taste sinful," he growled, voice thick and hoarse, full of desire.
"Oh, God...yes," I whimpered, rolling my hips to match the exquisite motions of his mouth. Every hot, wet, thrust of his tongue deep inside me sent me closer to the edge.
Then, his fingers joined in pushing deep inside me, and pleasure coiled and twisted wherever he touched. My stomach muscles clenched; my breathing accelerated until my lungs burned. Wet heat gushed through my core, meeting his mouth, and a hum of delicious sounds fell past his lips.
His fingers stroked and curled again and again as his tongue lashed and sucked on my clit. The sensation was torturous. Each touch was promising to send me closer and closer to the edge. The sweet rhythm of his wet mouth had me soaring higher and higher. I felt as if I were a small spark ready to explode, burning everything around me.
Abruptly, his movements stopped, and I was left aching and clenching.
He pulled his face up, his breathing ragged and panting. His wicked eyes traveled up the rest of my body as he slowly began teasing and kissing the sides of my inner thighs, moving his way up toward my belly.
"Oh, my God, Jase. I think you're trying to kill me."
A small chuckle rumbled through his chest as he crawled up my body until his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking and pulling at it so hard I could feel the tightening pull deep in my belly.
I needed him then. I couldn't wait any longer.
I wanted him to stop. The sensations were too much. I needed him inside me, filling me.
I pushed up to sit; his mouth lifted, meeting mine. Our tongues twirled and slid against each other.
One hand cupped my face as both of mine ran over the hard muscles of his chest. As I did, I could distinctly feel the hard, strong beating of his heart, pounding against his chest.
I inched closer, wanting to feel my chest against his.
Then, everything stilled.
We both stopped, eyes locking.
I could feel him. The heavy heat of him—right at my opening.
The way his eyes were fixed on me, the way his lips parted and his breathing came out gasping; I knew he could feel it too.
He was right there, almost inside me, skin to skin.
We both looked down between us. His fist was wrapped around his length, exactly where it needed to be, exactly where I wanted it to be.
My body trembled with want; the feeling of him laying against my entrance was maddening. I heard him gasp, watched him squeeze tighter around his shaft. I looked back into his eyes. His expression was heady, desperate; he had no control. Finally, I felt the smallest rock of his hips against me.
I matched his gasp.
"Please..." I begged. My voice shook and cracked, "Oh, my God, Jase...please."
The hand cupping my face slid around my neck and twisted a fist into my hair. My eyes met back with his.
Then, the feeling of hot pre cum slid over my clit, making it pulse and throb.
I could have come with just that sensation alone. Tingles and tiny sparks of something danced deep inside me.
I wanted to move, but his hand dropped to my hip and held me still. My body shuddered with need, aching and pulsing.
He gripped my hip tighter, but I rocked into him, sliding the head of his cock over my wet skin.
"Fuck, Charlie. You feel...so good. I need...I need..."
