Sully gathers another strawberry and offers to feed it to me. I’m about to protest, but he places the tip of the fruit on my lower lip, gently pushing it forward. My mouth opens, and I bite into it as juice runs down my throat. He leans closer, kissing my neck and licking the strawberry juice from my skin.
How am I not a melted puddle on the floor yet? The way his eyes watch me is like he can’t get enough. His tongue on my skin is like warm honey. It’s intense and so damn hot.
A moan claws its way out of my chest. It sounds nothing like me. Almost primal.
His nose traces my jawline until his lips meet mine.Holy shit.I’m struck by lightning. My hands dive into his thick black mane of hair and gently tug. Our glasses smash into each other and he sweeps them onto the floor.
My body isn’t under my control; it moves by strings, and Sully is the puppet master.
I’d do anything if he whispered Schatz into my ear right now.
6
Sully’shandscupmyface. His ocean eyes are full of fervor. It’s like being trapped in a dreamscape and I never want to escape. I nip at his lower lip while tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He groans and takes the shirt off in one solid motion. My eyes feast upon his perfectly sculpted and tan chest, noting a small patch of hair between his pecs leading to the firm v that dips into his boxers.
His hands slide to my sides, fingers pressing gently into my ribs, pulling me closer. A sharp wince escapes me as pain flares through my body, and I can’t hold back a hiss. He immediately freezes, his gaze searching my face, concern clouding his eyes. “What’s wrong,Engel?”
“You touched a fresh bruise.” I run my hands over my arms. “At the concert, people kept pushing me into the metal railing. I’m bruised all over.”
“That’s horrible.” He kisses my arm tenderly. “Wherever you hurt, I’ll kiss.” Goosebumps rise on my skin as his lips pepper my throat and shoulders with gentle kisses.
We roll over. I’m sitting on top of him with my legs resting against his sides as I toss my shirt carelessly. It collides with a lamp and I barely register the noise the lamp makes as it crashes against the wall. He rubs his cheek against mine and his scruff tickles. His fingers sink into my lower back as his thumbs find the perfect place on my hips as if they always belonged there, holding me firmly against his broad chest.
There’s a loud thud outside the door like something heavy fell. I jump at the sound. Sully tightens his large hands around my waist, pulling me back under his spell. “You’re safe. I promise,Schatz.”
His hips move a little and I’m acutely aware of how few clothes are between us. My thigh can feel how big he is. How much he wants me.
His hand wraps around my long hair as he pulls my head down to kiss my lips. It’s out of hunger, a desperate need to taste each other. To devour. Our tongues tangle. He tastes like champagne and strawberries.
For a fraction of a second, we pause to catch our breath. My eyes lock with his, dark with desire. Our chests rise and fall rapidly, the air thick with tension. His nose brushes against my cheekbone as he whispers, “Can I be inside you?” His words send chills rushing down my spine, melting my heart into jelly.
My body falls onto the mattress. All thought of the pain from my bruises gone. I shimmy my butt to sit up more onto the pillows. Sully hovers over me, his knee nudges my legs to open wider, while his hands are planted on either side of my chest. His mouth is only an inch away from mine as he awaits my answer.
“Yes,” I purr, licking my bee-stung lips. I’m hungry for more of his touch; I need to feel every inch of his body against mine.
A wolfish groan rips from his mouth as his fingers touch under my chin, lifting it up gently to drop a quick kiss before his mouth travels down, kissing each freckle on my right arm leading to my collarbone until finally his lips meet the top of my cleavage. Long, calloused fingers trace the hem of my lacy bra toward the back clasp. Each unhook makes my breath hitch and my nipples throb. My back arches as my hips rub against his. I don’t think I have ever been this excited before, this wet.
My bra swiftly disappears, and his eyes lock on my breasts. He teases my left nipple between his fingers, the rosy bud peaks tightly. His other hand works my right nipple, until they are both hard pebbles, pulsing for more attention. I choke back a moan. Dark blue eyes cut into me. This man knows what he’s doing. He’s slowly unraveling me, and he loves it. The desire in his eyes tells me he wants to devour me.
Our lips crash together as his hands unzip my jeans and roughly tug them down my thighs. I kick the pants off and shove them to the floor with my foot.
“Another bruise.” He kisses my thigh as his thumb gently circles the skin beside the delicate spot. “What pain you went through just so I could see you.” He kisses my right breast as his fingers twist my left nipple a little harder, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. Every nerve is on fire. I need him. “Thank you,” he says, moving to lick the nipple he’s been toying with. Until it’s raw and throbbing.
“For what?” I gasp, heat swirling through me, deep and consuming, making me ache with anticipation.
Sully hooks his fingers in my soaked panties and teasingly drags them over my hips. I eagerly wiggle them down my legs and kick them to the side.
He grabs my ass and pulls me down the bed, nibbling at my thighs as he pushes them farther apart. Then he locks his gaze with mine. “For being at the foot of the stage so I could see your gorgeous smile. For being at the back of the venue so I could touch your delicious skin. For being here…”
His fingers rub circles over my swollen and aching clit. He smirks while moving his fingers around my opening. “You’re already so wet.” He uses his thumb to make the circles faster and harder. My hips buck in response. His fingers between my legs are enough for my clit to throb harder than I have ever experienced before. I can feel my orgasm building, teasing me, as my vision blurs around the edges. I bite the back of my hand to keep my moan at bay and brush a hand over my aching breast.
“We have all night.” He smiles, and his dimple is almost my undoing as he dips two fingers inside me, stretching me as he continues to stroke my clit. I let out a soft groan as his hard cock twitches against my thigh. Between my legs aches to have him inside me.
My legs lock around his neck as his tongue replaces his fingers, swirling around my clit and making me see stars. When his tongue enters me, I moan and bite my lip. I’m so close to heaven, but as soon as I reach it, he stops. He’s gradually killing me with every touch.
Sully moves his head to watch me with hooded eyes as he sinks three fingers into me. As they move in and out, I feel the most stretched I’ve been in years and it’s about to tip me over the edge.
“Not fair,” I mumble, forcing myself to sit up using my elbows. I reach forward and stroke him through his boxers. He’s hard and bigger than before.
