For just a second.
Then his head ducked.
His tongue slipped out, slid up, circled.
Suddenly, all I was was a bundle of nerves, of need, of sensation.
A choked moan escaped me.
A deep groan escaped Perish as his hands tightened on my thighs.
My hand slipped downward, sliding over his head to hold onto the back of his neck, keeping him pressed against me even though he showed no signs of stopping.
My breath went fast and shallow.
I was hot but shaky.
Every muscle tensed.
Soft sounds became deep, ragged moans as Perish drove me up and up and up.
“I…” I started as something tightened deep inside me, twisted, started to snap.
Again, his fingers tightened, bruising into my soft skin.
And another of those rumbles moved through me.
Then all there was in the world was the pleasure that exploded through me, stealing my breath, my voice, my control over my own body as I shook, writhed, rocked.
I didn’t recognize the sound that escaped me. It was something raw and primal. Something that I didn’t think I could be.
Until he brought it out of me.
The pleasure finally released me, and I collapsed back against the counter, panting, vibrating, mindless with the aftermath.
But Perish didn’t move away.
He just shifted his focus.
His tongue leisurely slid up and down me, teasing around that too-sensitive point.
It felt sweet.
Reverent.
And yet…
And yet the ache started to build again, little tendrils of need that spread through my core, expanded through my chest, kept moving until it overtook every inch of me again.
“Perish,” I whimpered, hips rocking, my body demanding more. “Please.”
I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for right then.
But he did.
One of his hands released my thigh, slipping between us, then tapping against the entrance to my body until my fingers were curling, until they were crushing into his skull as thepressure built, as my body recognized exactly what it needed, what he was teasing but not delivering.
“I need…” I panted between shallow breaths.
