I was pretty sure I’d combust if he did.
So I pressed my lips together.
His lips, teeth, tongue, and hands were everywhere, but not where I needed most.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Perish moved so fast I barely had a chance to gasp as he flipped us, dropping me onto my back and kneeling between my legs.
That rumble moved through him as he looked down at me, eyes dark pools of desire.
“That’s a great view,” he said as his fingers drifted down my thighs until they reached my knees. He grabbed them, pressing them into my chest before reaching down to snag the waistbands of my shorts and panties, and dragging them slowly down my legs.
They were quickly discarded to the side of the bed.
Then he was pressing my thighs wide and was down between them, his tongue licking up the center of me before finding and circling my clit in soft, relentless circles.
It wasn’t until my soft sighs grew to throaty whimpers that his head shifted, biting my inner thigh, and whispering a soft, “Shh.”
I pressed my lips together, and his head turned in again.
My hands went to the back of his head, holding him to me as he circled, as his fingers slid inside me. Thrusting. Twisting. Spreading.
But not enough.
“Perish,” I whimpered, pulling until he lifted up, his chin resting on my pelvic bone. “Please,” I begged, pulling harder.
Then he was shifting over me, his hungry gaze on mine.
My hands were desperate for the feel of him. I reached to push his sleep pants down. My legs went around his hips, pulling him until he was flush against me, his hard length pressed against my cleft.
I moaned.
He cursed.
We both rocked instinctively.
But it was mine that took over, that set the pace as Perish reached into the nightstand to find the protection.
He pulled back only to slide it on before I felt the press of him again.
I wrapped myself around him, pulling until he gave me more of his weight.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine, the kiss long, deep, and lingering.
Only when he lifted up did he shift his hips until I felt the tip of him against me.
Then the press, the stretch.
I gasped.
He groaned.
My legs released from his hips, spreading wider to try to adjust to the fullness of him.
“Too much?” He sounded like it might kill him if he had to stop.
I was pretty sure I might suffer the same fate.
