Moving to the other side he nipped at the sensitive flesh, soothing it with a kiss. He moved slightly down and repeated the process.
“You’re going the wrong way,” she complained.
“Remember ‘The best things in life’ and all that?”
Ever so slowly, he slid her bottoms even farther down, kissing and nipping the entire way, until she was trembling with every brush of his lips. Soon he reached her ankles and stripped her pants off, throwing them on the floor.
She sighed in relief, as if thinking he was going to go for the slapshot, but instead he reversed the journey.
“More,” she said on a broken whisper.
“Angel, I’m going to tease you until you recant that ‘Bad lips’ comment and admit that these lips have ruined you for any other man.”
She raised up on her elbows and met his gaze. “That’s a big statement.”
“I’m a big guy. And in case you’re wondering, I always follow through.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. How about you start the show?”
“You might want to grab onto something, because I’m about to show you just how talented my lips are.”
To his delight, she threaded her fingers back through his hair and tugged—not so lightly this time. “Prove me wrong.”
Without another word he lowered his head and licked her right up the center. That was all it took. One contact and her head fell back against the headboard. She didn’t close her eyes though, those were looking down on him.
So she liked to watch? Then he’d give her the best fucking show of her life.
Resting his hands on her knees, he pressed them all the way open and burrowed his face between her legs. Moving the thread of lace to the side with his nose, he kissed her southern lips over and over, starting out slow and languid, then picking up the pace. He used his tongue and teeth, nipping until her hips were moving so fast he was practically suffocating in her folds.
“I’m about to?—”
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Remember America is listening right outside the door.”
“I don’t care,” she mumbled.
“You will tomorrow,” he told her. “So keep quiet or I stop.”
“Quiet. I promise. Just go faster.” He added a finger to the mix and she bucked into his hand. “Yes,” she whispered. “More of that.”
He gave her more, finding that G-spot and curling his fingers until he could feel her body start to contract. Since she liked that so much, and he was shooting for her to love it, he added another finger while still working his mouth.
“I need to come,” she whispered.
“Take back what you said about that kiss.”
When she didn’t speak, he slowed his pace. Making shallower licks, and languidly tickling her pleasure spot. She was still watching, he noted, which spurred him on. She was more than ready to blow, and while he wanted to be the guy who lit her fuse, he’d be damned if he went there before she admitted she was wrong.
“Decker,” she pled.
“It’s really easy, Angel. Admit my lips blow your mind and I promise you’ll blow like a fucking volcano in seconds.” He ran his teeth down her center and she hit her limit.
“I take it back,” she said, desperation making her voice quiver. “I take it back.”
“Take what back?” He swirled his finger ever so slightly.
“The bad lips comment.” She locked eyes with him. They were dilated and full of desire. “Now make me blow like a volcano or I will take matters into my own hands.”
“Like hell you will,” he growled, and that was all it took for him to snap. He nuzzled his face as close as he could get without cutting off his air supply. And then with his lips and fingers he brought her to the edge, and, with a final swirl of the tongue, pushed her right over into oblivion.
