“Stop smelling me,” she mumbled and pushed at his large arm. “You’re crushing me.”
He chuckled and moved his arm to rest on his own leg.
Feeling him against her back made Amelia want to do anything but sleep. She internally scolded herself for insisting they do nothing sexual.
A couple of hours later, when counting the planks on her ceiling didn’t help her insomnia and Rennick had long been asleep, she trailed her hand down her body toward the apex of her thighs. If she didn’t get relief soon, sleep would evade her all night.
Their towel barrier was long gone, and his semi-hard dick pressed against her ass was too much to bear. Would getting up to go to the bathroom wake him? She didn’t want to chance it. Staying in bed with slow and silent movements might be safer.
Snails moved faster than the hem of her shift slid to her waist. Once the fabric rested on her stomach, she dipped her hand into her underwear.
The tips of her fingers skimmed past her clit and delved slightly into her entrance, wetting them enough to glide smoothly across her skin. She remained hyperaware of Rennick behind her and tried not to pulse her hips as her fingers moved in gentle circles on her clit.
His filthy promises resurfaced, and she wondered if he would make good on them. She bit her lip to hold back the moan summoned by the thought of his handsome face buried between her legs.
A large hand covered hers over the top of her underwear, and Rennick’s deep voice rumbled, “If you don’t like me smelling your neck, you will hate what I smell next if you keep that up.”
“I thought you were asleep,” she choked out, slightly mortified, but mainly aroused by his large hand so close to where her body wanted it. The feeling only intensified when he lightly stroked the back of her hand through the thin cloth.
Her head dipped when he slid his arm from under her pillow and pressed himself closer to the wall, guiding her body from her side to her back. He propped himself on his elbow, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved his hand down to caress the inside of her thighs.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice cavalier like her hand wasn’t inside of her pussy.
She shook her head, unsure what to do, but when his fingers trailed up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and over her hand again with the slightest pressure, her hips moved on their own accord.
His hand continued its ascent, moving over her bunched up shift to her breasts. The friction of the silk moving over her nipples made her whimper and close her eyes.
“Eyes on me, love.”
Her lashes fluttered open, and a light sheen of cold sweat broke out on her forehead from the anticipation.
“Do you know how many times I thought about you touching yourself?” He trailed his eyes down her body, stopping them where her hand disappeared into her underwear. He sat up to position himself between her legs. “Millions.”
His face stopped inches from her lace-covered pussy, and when he looked up at her, she gave a subtle nod. His teeth were on the white cloth in an instant, biting the fabric. His large hands lifted her hips, and her legs flailed a little. With her underwear still between his teeth, he moved them down her thighs, stopping at her knees to remove them the rest of the way with one of his hands.
It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, and arousal coated her fingers. He grasped her wrist and brought her hand to his face. His tongue ran the length of her fingers until the tips were at his lips. “I knew you’d taste divine,” he said before sucking her fingers into his mouth.
All she could do was stare with fascination. “Get up,” he commanded. She scrambled out of bed and waited expectantly. He laid back and beckoned her closer before grabbing her waist and hoisting her over to him. “Bring that perfect cunt to my face, love.”
High winds didn’t shake trees as much as his words made her body vibrate with need. She positioned her knees on either side of his head, holding her shift up to see him.
He stared at her pussy and licked his lips. “I have waited for this moment since I knew what it meant to eat.” He looked at her face. “Grab the headboard and sit down.”
A boldness she didn’t normally possess overcame her, and she moved down his chest, or tried to. He grabbed her hips with a growl. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To do this,” she said as seductively as she could and leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his. A large hand cupped the backof her head, holding her in place. His tongue licked her lips, and she met it with her own, tangling them together in a sensual dance.
She moaned against his mouth and rocked her hips against his stomach. He broke away, panting. “Move your pussy to my face or I’ll move it for you.”
She shifted her body up, but before she could lower her hips, he tugged her down, impaling her with his tongue. She cried out, bracing one hand on the wall and the other on the headboard.
Breathing must have been impossible for him, but it didn’t stop him from licking every inch of her. She tried to raise her body, but he held her firm, his tongue moving between the valleys of her sensitive skin, circling her clit, and driving her mad.
His movements switched between frenzied and languid, the drag of his tongue creating a sensation like no other. He’d push into her entrance, only to trace his way to her clit and suck until she screamed.
She was a mess, unable to stop the unintelligible sounds escaping her as she rode his talented mouth. Her hips moved faster, and he moaned against her as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips.
He said something, the sound muffled by her body, and when his tongue flicked over her clit at rapid speed, she came harder than she ever had with his name on her lips. As she rode out her release, her thighs seized and squeezed his head.
