I raise my hips to make it easier for him.
“I know where to touch you too,” he says. “I’m just choosing not to yet.”
“Why? Tell me why,” I whine.
“Because that’s what you’re trying to get me to do, and you don’t need to be in control all the time.”
“Yes, I do.”
His thumb gets close to my swollen bud but doesn’t make contact.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I think I might cry.
“It’s good to let someone else take over things sometimes,” he says. “Even I give up power on occasion.”
“I’d like to see that.”
“I do it all the time with you.”
My eyes fly open.
He’s watching me in that crazy way of his. It makes me feel like the only person in the universe who matters at this moment.
His irises are a mixture of greens and almost blues, and I can’t see clear enough to make sense of what’s happening in there.
He dips his head, his eyes still lasered in on mine, and licks my pussy. Sparks shoot through me like a live wire. I shake as bursts of energy fire through my veins.
He cups my ass again as his tongue finally finds my clit.
“Oh, my God …” I say, each word punctuated with a groan.
My legs stiffen. I can feel the stickiness of my juices on the inside of my thighs. My breasts swell as I press my body against Holt’s face.
He licks and sucks and gives one hundred percent of his attention to my engorged pleasure point. He treats it like an oasis in the middle of the desert—as though he can’t get enough.
I can’t think anymore. I can’t give him hell, or tell him how amazing it feels, or beg him to keep going. My teeth clench together as the pent-up sexual tension builds and builds and …
I explode all over his face.
I shriek at the almost pain of the orgasm. He responds to my cues and continues to suckle my body. I feel full,so full, and so very wet.
My body hums with total satisfaction. Completely spent, my head falls to the side.
Holt places a final kiss against the inside of my thigh before pulling away.
I shudder as the intensity takes a few moments longer to wane.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I look down. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, wiping his face with his discarded shirt.
“It was worth the wait,” I say.
He grins. “Good to hear. Now come here.”
“I’m too tired.”
He grabs me by my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He makes quick work of putting on a condom.
