Ripping my hand from between her legs, I push onto my knees so I can reach for the underwear with both hands and pull it down her legs.
Thankfully, she seems just as eager to have nothing between us, because she sits up and impatiently pushes my shirt up my chest. I reach back with one hand and pull it off in one motion.
I almost miss her breath catching at the sight of my abs.
But Idon’tmiss the way she leans forward to trace the V of the muscle with her tongue.
Groaning, my hand goes to the back of her head as my own lolls back. Suddenly, all I can think about is how her mouth felt on me.
“Do you want me to suck your cock again?” she asks innocently, looking up the length of my body to meet my eyes. My pulse jumps when her tongue peeks out to run along my skin for a split second.
“I want everything,” I say dazedly, looking down at her. “I can’t think beyond that.” My hand brushes gently over her hair. “Ireallywant to lick your pussy,” I murmur, my eyes lowering to the place between her legs that’s now only a shadow in this position.
My gaze shoots back to hers when I see her lips lift in a sensual smile. “Are you regretting your boundaries?” she asks sweetly.
I swallow roughly. “Very much so.”
She leans forward to press a gentle kiss above my happy trail. “Do you want me to make it easier for you?”
My voice is like gravel when I ask, “Why do I feel like you’re about to make it harder?”
She lets out a tinkling laugh, the sound mesmerizing. I don’t realize she’s reaching for the thong I just ripped off of her because at the same time, she’s curling a hand behind my neck and pulling me back on top of her. It’s only when I’m braced above her again, barely a few inches between us, that I hear her whisper, “Open.”
This woman is a siren.
I don’t think. I just do.
When I open my mouth, she stuffs her lace thong inside.
Igroanas her taste explodes on my tongue. The lace is soaked.Shewas soaked. And she tastes like the sweetest thing.
“Easier or harder?” she asks, her sultry eyes taunting mine.
I can only groan again in response, dropping my face into her neck.
But when she reaches down between us, I snap out of it enough to remember what I was doing before she hypnotized me. Shifting my weight onto one forearm, I drop my other hand between her legs, right to the bare, wet center of her.
I’m rewarded with her gasp.
Sliding my fingers through her wetness, I force myself to slow just enough that I can tease her a bit. I touch her everywhere but where she wants me, if her hips lifting toward me is any indication. I circle around her clit but don’t touch it. I slide down to her entrance but don’t press a finger inside.
“Nico,” she whines.
I want to lift up and look at her as I finger her to an orgasm for the first time. But I also don’t think I’ll be able to watch her without coming.
So I keep my face in her neck, pressing kisses along the skin as much as I can, and then I slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Ohhh God,” she moans, her voice shaky. “That feels?—”
She breaks off in a gasp when I finally press my thumb to her clit.
Slowly, I pull my fingers out, then slide them back in. And then I do it again. My thumb never stops moving in tight, firm circles on her clit.
And then she starts to moan.
I want to bottle the sound. I want to bottle this entire night. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in mylife.
I hear the moment her breaths become shallow, can feel the moment her nails dig into my arms. But before I can revel in the knowledge that she’s about to come all over my hand, she stiffens.
