I do as he says. Legs wide, his stare is focused on my pussy. Cool air kisses against my sensitive core. I’ve never been this exposed with someone. With Chase, most of our clothes remained on, even during sex. It was the frenzied fuck that Garrett didn’t want. It wasn’t this—indulgent, reverent, and wanton.
“Look at you…” He kisses me. “You’re so sexy, baby. Cheeks flushed. Eyes glossy with need. Cunt dripping for me.”
“Oh…” I make a mewling sound.
With a throaty growl, he dips his head between my legs. My entire body seizes with pleasure from his unhurried lick alongmy seam. His slow pace coils that pressure so tight that I may break into a million pieces.
Chest heaving, I grip the comforter for any sense of purchase. Like a feral creature, he squeezes me tighter, lifting my hips and sucking at my clit like it’s the last scrap of food he’ll ever have.
I may burn alive from the fire combusting inside me. Every muscle is taut. Promised release trembles my limbs.
“Fuck!” Climax slams through me.
“That’s my girl.” He soothes his fingers along my thighs.
Still shaking, he pulls me into his arms, pressing me against his sweat-coated chest. His hands trace up and down my spine. Waves of contentment waft off him. Boneless and sated, I nuzzle into him.
“I think I likejust kissingwith you.” Tipping my head up to him, I swear I can see the smug expression that I imagine rests on his face. Licking my lips, I dance my fingers down the dusting of hair leading from his belly button to the top of his jeans.
“Jensen.” An arched brow is audible in how he says my name.
I answer him with a deep kiss, my essence still on his lips. “Just kissing, remember?” My tongue skates down his torso. “You know what to say”—I pop the button on his jeans—“if you want me to stop.”
He remains quiet. My gaze locked on his head’s outline in the dim light, I drag down his zipper. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull his jeans and boxer briefs past his knees. Despite my recent orgasm, need heats my blood with this power. I’m drunk with the idea that this strong man is falling apart at my touch.
“Fuck,” he moans. His thick shaft jerks under my fingers.
“Don’t worry, baby. My hands are just to help guide me. I remember our rules.” With a sultry grin, I press a chaste kiss to the tip. “I’ll only use my mouth. Just kissing, remember.”
I lick down the veiny shaft before I close my mouth over him. Inch by inch, I take him deeper—sucking and lathing mytongue around him. The experience awakens my other senses. His saltiness fills my taste buds. His moans sing in my ears. His steely hardness is silky in my mouth.
“Look at you. So sexy with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” His fingers tangle into my hair.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, sucking him a little harder.
The sting of his fingers tugging my hair urges me on. Relaxing my throat, I take him as deep as I can.
“Christ… You need…to stop or I’m gonna… Oh god…”
His unraveling will be my undoing. I press my thighs together, desire winding tight at the power I have to cause this man to fall apart. The pressure spools tight as if it’s his mouth on me, and not mine on his.
“I’m going…to come.”
Releasing him, I look up. “It’s okay…I want it,” I pant.
“Fuck…you’re perfect.” He brushes the hair from my face.
With a sensual smile, I pump him once, twice before I take him in my mouth again. It doesn’t take long before he breaks. His guttural “Fuck, baby,” rings in my ears as I drink him up. Despite my body’s pulse for release, satisfaction drips through me. This strong man lies panting and sated because of me. It’s an elixir that makes me tipsy.
Scooping me up, he claims my mouth. Our shared tastes blend in a salty sweetness.
“Look at you.” He runs his thumb over my lips. “All blissed out, but still needy.” He trails his hands down my body. “Does my greedy girl want more?”
“Garrett.” Desire licks up my spine with his slow caress between my legs. “What happened to…just kissing?”
He strokes languid circles against my clit. “I think you deserve an extra treat. Just a little taste to tide you over. I told you I was going to take care of you.”
“Oh god.” My back arches as he slips a finger inside me.
