His fingers dug into my skin of my cheek as he pressed my lips open, forcing me to accept his tongue. He tasted of orange juice, the sweet citrus a perfect combination to the toxicity of his aftershave. So masculine. Timbers and spice, the deep woodsy fragrance infusing my senses.
I rolled my hands over his shoulders, squeezing the muscles in his upper arms. I could barely wrap my fingers around them. The way he dominated my tongue made me lightheaded and there were butterflies in my stomach from the heavy sense of nervousness.
This was certainly the most brazen thing I’d ever done in my life, even inside my own home. The kiss was an amazing reminder passion existed, something I’d allowed myself to forget. He wasn’t gentle, yet his roughness didn’t bother me in the least. In fact, I was just as hungry, now fighting to slide my hands between us.
We were both completely impatient.
He allowed me the gesture so I could unfasten the rest of his buttons. As soon as I rolled the shirt over his shoulders, he pulled his hands free long enough to rip the shirt off completely, pitching it aside. The kiss continued, his hunger knowing no bounds.
Our actions were almost frantic, the desire we shared becoming uncontrollable.
His hand fisted my hair as he explored my mouth, driving me into utter breathlessness. When he finally broke the kiss, we both laughed. He pressed his forehead against mine as our heavy breathing continued.
But he was just getting started. He lifted me onto the island, immediately pushing me back onto the granite surface. As he swept the tough pads of his fingers up my stomach, I arched my back, rising slightly off the surface. My God. This was such a freeing moment, something I would never have guessed I’d be doing.
Not from how we’d met.
He peppered my stomach with kisses, even darting the tip of his tongue around my bellybutton. I was tingling all over, my body shaking from both anxiety and excitement.
As he dropped his lips down to my hipbone, darting his tongue out, I could feel myself stiffen.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was much too dark to be human, filled with a level of hunger I’d yet to experience with anyone.
I wasn’t afraid, but relaxing around him was impossible. As soon as I lifted and spread my legs, I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from screaming. This had to be a dream.
This was entirely too sinful and something I wouldn’t forget easily. There was no reason a wave of embarrassment washed over me, but my face was suddenly hot.
Yet as soon as his thick, long tongue swiped the length of my pussy, I couldn’t care less if anyone in my neighborhood dropped by. Or if Indiana was watching the moment of sin his mother was engaged in. Maybe I was being foolish, but the twisted moment was exactly what I needed to abate my nerves.
He was meticulous in his actions, keeping my legs held wide open. The heat of his breath fueled my core. Breathless, I tossed my head from side to side, curling my toes as the pleasure point drifted to the surface. Every swipe of his tongue was magnificent.
I even slapped my hands on the island, cognizant I’d rattled something on the surface.
His tongue became a lethal weapon, tormenting my clit until the tiny nub was extremely sensitive. “Oh, yes. Oh…” Every moan escaping my mouth was breathless.
Every sound he made was guttural and as he drove his tongue past my swollen folds, I was certain I’d erupt. Somehow, he’d sensed I was close to climaxing, pulling out and shifting his attention to my clit.
When he pulled the tender bud between his teeth, I threw my head back and did what I could to keep from ripping hair from his head. I bucked against him involuntarily as he slipped his hand beneath my leg lifting it to where he wanted.
He was so forceful in his actions I had to throw my hand back onto the vanity, struggling to find the edge so I could hold on.
He was voracious, driving several fingers deep inside. The moment he flexed them open, a slight flutter I’d already felt in my core began to build. I could swear my butterflies had been replaced by a swarm of bees with the way I had difficulty catching my breath.
He continued to slow his rhythm, speeding up again at just the right moment. He didn’t know me at all yet knew exactly what my body needed. I was tossed back and forth to the brink of nirvana and yanked away again. But the pressure continued to build.
Breathless, I jerked up, taking gasping breaths, his chuckle keeping me exhilarated.
Sin seemed to sense I couldn’t stop the eruption of vibrations. He feasted greedily, lapping my juice until there was no control left in my body.
“Oh, my God. Oh… My… God.”
I bucked hard against him, my legs shaking violently as the pure ecstasy rolled through me.
He was reenergized by my exclamation, using both hands, squeezing his fingers into my ass cheeks as he buried his face into my wetness.
It wasn’t fair for a man to be so dangerously annoying and so defiantly seductive at the same time.
With his explosive breath cascading across my skin, he refused to stop licking and sucking until I’d finished shaking.
