My gaze darts between his eyes and his cock.
“It’s so soft.”
He lifts a brow.
“The skin, I mean. Silky. And warm.” I wrap my hand around him and stroke lightly, loving how his hips jerk and twitch.
When he manages to speak, it comes out in a ragged rasp. “Feels pretty hot to me, Sweets.”
“I like this.” I pump his hard flesh. “I like your cock.”
“Good. He likes you too. A lot.” He’s starting to pant now, his head falling weakly to the side as he watches me play. Hot spots of color rise on his cheeks.
“I’ll be sure to give him lots of attention.”
“What you’re doing is a good start.” He licks his lips, his hips jerking again. “Yes, just like that.”
I can feel the blood pulse just beneath the surface. He’s rock-hard and yet so alive. “It’s getting harder.”
“You’re very affectionate. He’s gonna show his appreciation.” August sucks in a breath and shivers. “Ah, Christ.” He grasps my wrist, halting my movements and looks at me a bit wildly.
“No good?” I ask, worried. I might have gotten carried away. I had no idea how much I’d like touching his dick. It’s lovely—although he probably wouldn’t want to be called that. Strong and hot. Touching him turns me on too.
August shakes his head, all flushed and agitated. “No, it’s perfect. God. Just... Too much right now.”
“I thought desperate was good.”
“For you,” he says, rolling over me to find my mouth with hot, searching kisses. “For me, it’s over before we really start.”
I make a dubious hum, but he’s kissing me again and it scatters all thoughts of arguing. These kisses are different too. The way his lips coax mine, playing and searching. It’s as though he’stelling me a story, showing me how much he wants me. His tongue is slick and when it slides along mine, delves into my mouth, I feel it everywhere. I love it. I love how he tilts his head to get deeper, the soft gravelly noises he makes in his throat. I love the taste of his mouth and the silkiness of his lips.
Half sprawled over my chest, August kisses me like it’s his passion, what he was made for. His fingers toy with my hair, trace along my neck. When I run out of breath, he meets my gaze with soft tender eyes, then ducks his head to taste me again. It feels like I’m floating and the only thing that grounds me is him.
The world falls away as he maps the dips and curves of my body with his mouth and hands. So gentle. But also hungry, each touch becoming a littlemore.I reach out, smoothing my hand down the hard arc of his side, but he’s moving down, trailing open-mouthed kisses over my belly. Big hands ease my thighs apart. For a second, I hesitate, peering at him. He rests his chin on my hip and looks up at me with a tender expression.
“You’re going to like this part,” he says. Long fingers stroke my skin, coaxing. “I promise.”
“I like everything you do.”
That pleases him. He kisses the spot just above my mound. “Only if you want to, baby.”
“I do. But what if...” I lick my lips. “What if it isn’t attractive?”
Augusts pauses for a moment as if absorbing what I said, then a smile unfurls. “Oh, sweet Pen, that isn’t possible.” Holding my gaze, he spreads me wide. My chest rises and falls with light, agitated breaths, while down below, my sex feels swollen, hot, and oh so ready for his attention.
When he lowers his gaze, his expression turns rapt. “Oh, honey. You are so fucking pretty.” Hot breath gusts over my sensitized skin. “A glistening rose of perfection.”
I almost giggle. Only he kisses said rose just then.
“Oh!” I clench the sheets as he does it again. And again. Hecould do this forever. Nothing has felt better. The flat of his tongue licks along my labia, and I groan, closing my eyes to soak in the sensation. The crafty devil hums in appreciation, the vibration moving through me.
“I guess she likes it,” he murmurs against my flesh.
I grab his head and hold him there. Even that feels like sin. A warm chuckle rumbles between my legs. And then he commits the whole of his talent to the task, licking, kissing, sucking. I feel it everywhere, slippery, slick, white-hot lust. Heat washes over my skin, plucks at my nipples, bites along my thighs. I’m babbling, pulling at his hair, losing my mind. A long, thick finger sinks into me and crooks, rubbing a spot that has me jolting as though touched by a live wire.
“There it is.” Slowly, he eases his finger in and out. Adds another. “That’s it. So beautiful. Take, Sweets. Open for me. You’re doing so well.”
He presses a kiss on my clit. Then sucks it. A choked cry gets caught in my throat as I writhe and the orgasm rolls in like a great wave—something I’d read about but never fully believed.
