Another snap of his fingers proved her correct.Hallelujah!
The halves of her bra sprang apart and he pulled back, hesitating. Like a kid opening his last birthday present, he wanted to draw out the moment, to savor it. Then he couldn’t stand it and slid the straps down her arms, slipped the cups away, and…looked.
At this point, he fell to his knees. Or at least hefeltlike he should. Because Chelsea was flawless. From the soft slope of her shoulders to the lithe length of her arms. From the large, round globes of her breasts with their puckered brown nipples to the tininess of her rib cage.
Her bra dangled forgotten from his fingers and then quietly fell to the floor as he stood and stared, his heart thundering.
“Well?” There was timidity in her gaze. He couldn’t miss the sound of her throat working over a dry swallow. “What’s the verdict?”
“Sweet fuck-all, you have the best tits I’ve ever seen.” He grimaced. That had come out more crass-sounding than he had intended. But, really, he was a dirt-and-sweat-and-calluses kind of guy when you got right down to it. And with most of his blood circulating down south, starving his brain cells of oxygen? Ten-four. He reverted to form.
Didn’t seem to bother Chelsea. Her plump lips quirked. “No, silly. I meant are they as warm as you dreamed? Are my nipples hard?”
He lowered his chin and looked at her through the fan of his lashes. “Let’s find out.”
Cupping her breasts, he weighed them, tested their firmness. She hissed and let her head fall back when he used the rough pads of his thumbs on their tips.
Fascinating, he thought, watching her dark areolas contract and crinkle. They pushed the centers up into round, hard points that begged for the attention of a mouth.Hismouth.
“Better than I ever imagined,” he murmured, leaning forward to wrap his lips around the place where her pulse hammered in her throat. He felt it jump at the first pass of his tongue.
“Yesss,” she hissed, moving her hips slightly, seeking more friction where she was hot and wet and aching. He planned to give her plenty of friction. And soon.
But first…
“I dreamed of sucking your tasty nipples into my mouth and bathing them with my tongue until you were completely at my mercy. Until you were wild for me,” he whispered in her ear, catching the tender lobe and giving it a delicate bite.
“Oh please,” she begged. “Yes, please.”
Southern girls… Even when they were being naughty, they were still polite. How adorable.
He plumped her heavy breasts high. The moment his mouth was on her, he tongued the hard pebble of her nipple. She gasped his name, not his nickname but hisname, and cupped her hands behind his head to hold him in place.
As if I’d go anywhere?
Alternating licks with sucks, treating first her left breast, then her right breast, he was rewarded when she made a low mewling sound and dug the balls of her bare feet into the hollows behind his knees. She needed the traction to increase the bump and grind of her hips. The friction was off the charts. Better than it had been before. So much better, in fact, that if she kept it up, he was going to go off like a damned bottle rocket.Bang! Zoom!To the moon! The end.
“I dreamed of unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them from your pretty legs,” he whispered around one taut nipple, or rather…growled. His voice had gone completely guttural. “Then I dreamed of taking off your panties, spreading your thighs, and tasting you.”
Now the sounds issuing from the back of her throat were thick and raspy. Her nipple popped free of his mouth with a wet-soundingplopwhen he looked up to find her kiss-swollen mouth slack.
He wasn’t theonlyone about to go off.
Damnit!
“Oh, no you don’t.” When he stepped back, both to stop her from rubbing herself to completion against him and to give himself room to work on the snap and zipper of her jeans, she howled her dismay and frustration.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded. “When you come, it’s going to be with a piece of me inside you. That piece can be my fingers or my tongue or my cock. I’m willing to negotiate. But youwillwait for me.”
Her eyes sparked. Her gorgeous boobs bobbed prettily as she panted. “Good to know your pushy, autocratic attitude extends to the bedroom.”
Autocratic? She thoughtthatwas autocratic?Well, babycakes, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
He wasn’t gentle when he pulled her jeans from her legs and tossed them over his shoulder to join her discarded sweatshirt. She squeaked and blinked at him. But he could see the intrigue twinkling in her eyes.
So, in addition to dirty talk, she prefers it a little rough.Good thing, since that was exactly how he liked to ride.
Gripping the waistband of her panties, he sent them the way of the rest of her clothes. Once again, he stepped back and…looked.
