He looks adorable, but I don’t just want that for him. I want him tofeeladored.
He bows his head. He wants to do this for me first, andholyshit, I want it too.
His kisses are hot as he peppers my belly. He places them all over, without making a path or pattern. He just wants his mouth on me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “Gorgeous. So soft. Like velvet and silk.” He kisses down to the waistband of my panties, but replaces his mouth with his hand. He runs the tip of his finger there, while he starts kissing my thigh. “I love how smooth the skin is here.” He kisses the crease, moving dangerously close to where I’m dying for him. He nips me, then scrapes his teeth over that sensitive skin.
“Holy shit!” My hips roll into his face. I part my legs wider, trying to nudge his chin over a few inches.
“Can I take these off?”
“Yes! Yes, please do that.”
There’s never been a better feeling than having Shadow slide my underwear away. He looks at me after, taking me in from such an intimate angle, but I don’t flinch. I know I’m probably swollen without him even having to touch me. Definitely soaked. I’m probably glistening from my clit to my asshole, I’m so ready for him.
He traces a finger down my seam, proving me correct as he slips and plays in my arousal.
“I really want to wait and make this sexy.” His groan is absolutely anguished. “But I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not sorry, oh fuck!”
His tongue replaces his fingers, short circuiting my brain. The hot glide of his tongue over my clit, delving all the way down to my entrance, scrambles everything except the ability to grab something and hold on. I fist my hands in his quilt and pant as he devours me. I give him all my words. Everything I can summon into my brain and make my tongue obey. I let him know how much I want him, how much I adore him, how good it feels. I worship him with language before I get a chance to do it with my body.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans, ending my stream of words. “Fawnie. So good.” He draws his tongue right up my center, flicking my clit, then eats straight from my entrance. He fills me with his tongue, lapping at me, eating me messily.
“So good,” I echo.
My hips plunge up and rock back down, drive back up into his face again. I want more. Everything. Him. He doesn’t pin my thrashing body down, but he does get his hands under my assand curl his fingers into my cheeks. He brings me to his mouth andplunders.
“Fuck. You’re so wet you’re leaking all over my hands. I love it. Give it to me Fawnie. All of it.”
Yeah. That’s exactly what I want to do.
And this man, who is reserved, protective of himself and his feelings, who keeps everything so carefully guarded and locked away, who has the purest heart, takes me apart like nothing matters more in the world than my pleasure.
The next time he thrusts his tongue inside of me, I can feel myself fluttering around him, clamping down. I’m going to shatter, and it’s going to be so good, so deep, so much, that I’m almost afraid of it happening. It’s my legs that start shaking first. The trembling spreads to my belly and then the rest of me. I’m practically vibrating by the time my climax detonates. It rips through me sharply, all heat and wet, and furious pleasure that steals my breath. He keeps going, licking me through the height of it and as I come down, though he’s more gentle. He’s not going anywhere near my clit, sensing that it’s too sensitive. He cleans me up like it’s his absolute pleasure then pulls back and sits up, wipes his glistening chin, andlicksthe side of his hand.
I could die. Seriously. It would be the best death ever.
I want him to have it too.
I need to be connected with him, staring into his eyes, holding him, coming around his cock and feeling him lose himself in me.
“Come here.” I curl my boneless body up until I’m half sitting and reach for Fin.
He wraps his arms around me, hugging me so tight that it’s like he’s scared I’m going to disappear. He kisses me, hard, letting me taste myself and him together. I stroke his tongue in hot passes. I let him kiss me and kiss me, long and slow, then harder, faster, more desperate.
“Can I take this off?”
He studies my hands, hovering near the hem of his leather jacket. He nods tightly. His jaw tenses and a muscle leaps in his temple. His hands shake as he unzips the jacket. He helps me push it from his massive shoulders. I lay it carefully aside, knowing how much the club vest means to him.
I don’t want to scare him. I flatten my palms over his black t-shirt and let his solid heartbeat echo through the thin cotton. “I like this.” I brush my fingers over his shoulders, over his pecs again, down his cut abs. It’s crazy that I can feel the indents so defined through the fabric. Same with the V that arrows down into his jeans.
“Do you want to take it off, or can I?”
Shadow shrugs, but it’s anything but nonchalant. He looks at me with his heart in his eyes. Probably in his throat too.
“I can do it,” he rasps.
