I’m slipping away piece by piece, and I don’t want to resist or analyze it.
His lips trail up my thighs, and my lungs forget how to work.
Higher.
Wetter.
Hotter.
Pure, exquisite torture. My anticipation turns into a pulse I can’t control.
He kisses the tender place where my thigh meets my hip.
My whole body pulls tight. Excitement rushes.
He nuzzles closer. His nose brushes the edge of my heat, and that pleasure coils so violently inside me I almost cry out.
But I can’t.
I know that.
But fuck, I want to.
His tongue flicks out, tasting the skin just beside the place I ache for him most. The tease makes my hips lift off the counter, uncontrollable.
He chuckles.
The audacity.
But I’m too lost in my feelings to respond.
“You taste delicious.”
“You,” I pant. “Haven’t.” My breath catches. “Even... tasted me yet.” I rush out the last three words.
“Baby, I’m savoring the appetizer.”
Heat spreads through me fast, a wildfire I can’t tame.
His hands slide under the backs of my knees, and he coaxes them wider as he drags his mouth higher.
Kiss by devastating kiss.
I’m trembling. Shaking.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” It’s a whisper.
“That’s the idea.” How is his voice this sinful?
His fingers hook the seam of my shorts and drag them aside. The cool air hits my bare pussy, and my thighs twitch.
He hesitates just long enough to make my head spin, dizzy with need.
Then his thumbs spread me open, and I watch him stare at me, eyes drinking me in, dark and hungry.
“You’re beautiful.” His husky tone slides straight into my core.
I bite my lip, battling to hide a moan I’m already losing.
