His knuckle brushes over my clit, and I whimper. Actually whimper, wanting more. Begging for it. Hungry for it like a woman starved, but this infuriating man takes his time. Teasing me. Pressing his full, firm lips to my hip bones before stroking a finger under the silk of my panties, finally sliding one inside me. “Fucking drenched, baby.”
“Oh God...” I moan, throwing my head back as the first tremors begin to build.
“Quiet, Ashton, or this ends,” he warns, and this time, it’s me growling as I tug his hair, and he buries his face against my panties. My hips lift to meet him, dying to lose the scraps of silk so there’s nothing between us.
My breath hitches as he tongues me through the silk.
“Please...” I beg, nearly silent, unwilling to risk waking the baby when Jamie’s big hands grip the ribbons at my hips.
“Please what, Ace?” he taunts, those eyes looking up at me, holding me at his mercy. “Words, Ashton. What did I say about words?”
“Jamie,” I beg, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before a quick, sharp, stinging slap against my pussy has them flying right back open.“Oh my God.”
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he demands and rips the silk away with his bare hands like it was a scrap of paper. And holy hell, that was so hot, I don’t bother to mourn my lost panties.
“Please taste me,” I cry, not caring if I sound desperate and needy. Because I am. For him.
The thought barely has time to register before he flattens his tongue and drags it along the length of my soaked sex. Relief and need duel for control as he does it again.And again.And again.
Licking and sucking until I’m writhing on the bed.
Chasing the fire that’s building inside.
Threatening to devour me.
I dig my fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders and tether myself to him as he works me with his tongue and fingersand—oh God, yes—his teeth.
He growls against my pussy, and I see fucking stars. “My fucking good girl.”
His words set me off, fanning the all-consuming flames between us until I can’t think or speak or form words.
Until nothing in the world exists but us and this need.
Until his hands grab my ass and pull me tighter against his mouth.
Until it’s all too much.
Until the sight of him . . . my juices coating his mouth . . . his eyes locked on mine . . .
Until his lips wrap around my clit . . .
Until it’s all just too much.
Jamie slides another finger inside me, curling and stroking and hitting my G-spot like no one and nothing—battery operated or otherwise—ever has. Like my body is a field he has played on his entire life. Like he is in complete control. And knows exactly what to do.
And I fucking love it.
He teases me over and over.
Bringing me closer to the edge but never over it.
Again andagain.
Until my vision darkens and my body shakes.
Until he’s all I see.All I feel.All I want.
“Jamie, please . . . I can’t?—”
