By the time I complete the circle, I’ve committed a full catalog of reactions to memory.The breathless gasp when I kiss the hollow under her jaw.The choked curse when my teeth scrape her collarbone.The low, helpless groan when I suck her pierced nipples.The trembling in her thighs when I pay attention to the insides of her knees.
“Are you hard?”She cranes her neck, trying to steal a glimpse.
I give her a look.Seriously?
“How hard?”
“Put it this way.It’s a miracle I haven’t torn a hole in my shorts.I’ve leaked a gallon of precome, and at this point, if anything bumps into that general area…” I gesture at the source of my discomfort.“I’ll go off like a one-hundred-year geyser.”
“Can I see?”
I groan.“Exposing myself involves touching it, and touching results in—”
“Old Faithful?”She traps a squirming smile between her teeth.
“Old Faithful erupts every ninety minutes.”I return to her face, bracing one hand beside her head, the other spreading wide over her ribs.“Since meeting you, I’m significantly more active than that.”
“Yeah?”She breathes in short gasps, looking as worked-up as I am with her damp skin and hard nipples.“What’s your eruption frequency?”
“Dangerously high.”I drag my nose along hers.“By the way, I found at least ten favorite parts.”
“Only ten?”
I crush my mouth to hers, and she opens against the pressure of my tongue, welcoming my consuming kiss with breathy whimpers, her hands finding my chest, and tracing the bubbled welts.
Her tongue rolls against mine, hot and soft, clashing between our lips.Mouths open and fused, we lick and groan, growing wilder, messier, and more frantic by the second.
As I devour her, my thumb drags across her nipple, tracing the barbell.She arches, a helpless noise ripping from her throat.
Yeah.That one never gets old.
I keep her right on the cusp with only a kiss, edging her toward release, pulling back when I know she’s close, and circling the table again.I touch her everywhere except the one place she wants me.I kiss her until her body goes heavy and restless.Then I torment her again.
“Wolf, please.”Her legs shift, and her hands grab at me like she doesn’t know where to hold on.
“Time for another angle.”
She blinks up at me, confused, until I grab a chair and drag it directly to the end of the table.
I sit, muscles thrumming and blood roaring in my ears.Then I grip her ankles and tug.
My hands tremble around her ankles as I pull her body across the table toward me.Her ass meets the edge, and her legs fall open, knees bending.
Jesus on a snow machine.Her position, all sprawled and trusting, is enough to make me want to skip this part and go straight to the fucking.
But no.I don’t want to miss a single step.
Her hands clutch the edge of the table above her head, and her chest heaves in fast, shallow pulls.She stares down at me, eyes glazed and blue hair spilling everywhere.
“You okay?”I draw slow circles on her inner thighs.“Too much?”
“No.”She gulps, her throat working.“Not too much.I love the way you look at me.”
“Good, because I can’t stop.”
And I don’t.
I take her in from this new vantage point.The slope of her stomach, theVof her hipbones, the damp sheen at her temples, and the faint quiver in her thighs every time my thumb brushes close to her cunt.
