“Why would I joke? Look at you.” I kiss up her instep, then touch my tongue to the area beneath her ankle bone, and she shudders. “I told you, I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”
And I proceed to do just that. I kiss her calves, her thighs, over her hips, up her ribs, beneath her breasts, under her arms, and all the way up her arms to her hands. I suck each finger in turn, then kiss back down, paying attention to every erogenous zone I can think of—the inside of her wrists and elbows, the crook of her neck, behind her ear, her lips and tongue, and down to her breasts.
I spend some time on her nipples, teasing, licking, sucking, and nibbling them, until she’s squirming on the bed beneath me. And only then do I kiss over her belly and move between her legs.
Pushing up her knees, I lower down between them, sliding one hand beneath her thigh and up to rest on her belly, while with the other I stroke the incredibly soft skin of her mound, then slip my thumb down into the heart of her. I collect her moisture and smooth it up over her clit. Then I lower my mouth and close it over the tiny button.
I swirl my tongue, and she moans, opening her thighs more. Ahhh… it’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it. Beth is smooth and flawless down there, and she tastes amazing, the unique flavor of a woman that’s both sweet and salty. I groan, sliding my tongue down inside her, and she shudders and tilts up her hips, encouraging me to go deeper.
I have a feeling that I could make her come quickly like this, but I want to take it slow. I want to make it last for her. So I lift my head and scold, “Slowly, Beth. Tortoise not hare.” I blow gently on her sensitive skin.
She stretches and purrs like a cat, then gives a long, heartfelt sigh. “I’m dreaming,” she says. “I know it. There’s no way this can be real.”
My lips curve up as I kiss her thighs and then sink my tongue down into her. I’m glad she’s enjoying herself. And there’s a long way to go yet.
Chapter Seven
Beth
I’ve died. I’ve actually died and gone to heaven, there’s no doubt about it. I’m lying here, and a gorgeous guy has his head buried between my legs, and he’s doing something magical with his tongue, I’m sure, because my whole being feels infused with pleasure, and he’s only just started.
Jude liked sex, but he went about it the same way he goes about everything else—at a million miles an hour. He was a considerate lover, but he wasn’t one of those guys who like to spend hours lovemaking. If he felt the need, he wanted to get us both off as quickly as possible and then go back to whatever he was doing.
Oh no, I don’t want to think about Jude now, not while I have another man’s tongue inside me.
I press the heels of my hands into my eyes and exhale slowly as Archer brushes his tongue up before teasing my clit with the tip. I’m not going to stress about it. I literally broke up with my ex only hours ago; it’s no surprise he’s still on my mind.
And now I’m in bed with another man. Eek.
A man whose oral skills are, I have to say, fantastic. Oh my, and now he’s adding his fingers to the mix, and I feel as if I’m walking along the cliff top and he’s slowly pushing me toward the edge. It’s such a slow build up that it’s as if I can feel every tiny muscle beginning to tense inside, every neuron firing. Ohhh…
I let my elbows fall to the side, looking up at the ceiling. The most terrible thing about this whole situation is that I don’t feel guilty. That surprises me. But I know why.
Archer suddenly lifts up, and I blink several times, coming down from wherever I was floating. He moves up the bed, leaning over me and looking down at me.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I blush at the thought of him picking up that I was distracted. “I’m so sorry.”
He lowers down by my side and takes me in his arms. “It’s all right. I expected it to hit you at some point.”
“No,” I say hastily, “it’s not what you think.” I lift a hand to cup his face and stroke his beard with my thumb. “I was just enjoying it so much, and it occurred to me that I don’t feel guilty, and I know why.”
“Why?”
“Jude and I mentally and emotionally parted ways some time ago. Today, we sealed the deal, that’s all.”
He frowns, and I trace the lines with a finger. “I thought you were happy,” he says.
“No, I wasn’t. I just didn’t realize it. And now… I feel… liberated.” And I slide my hand into his hair and pull his head down to kiss him.
Our bodies are pressed together, and I can feel his long, hard erection against my stomach. Suddenly, I’m desperate to have him inside me. I shift up the bed, hook a leg over his hips, and move until the tip of his erection slides beneath me.
He inhales, and then his hand clamps on my hip, holding me still. He lifts his head and looks at me. “Ah.”
“Ah what?”
“I’ve just realized. I don’t have any condoms.” His lips twist. “I haven’t needed them in a long time.”
