She frowned at first, almost glaring at him.
He smiled. “I know, I told you you can boss me around, but let me give this to you… this wasyourchallenge, Harmony.”
She could have argued with him, but why would she?
Harmony lowered her hands to the sheets and filled her hands to give herself something to do.
He moved again, backing up on his knees.
His lips moved down her throat, his hands moving to her breasts.
She wasn’t all that big, but Crois had never complained.
He’d only marveled at them when she let him see, and he moaned in appreciation when he touched.
He was always an appreciative boyfriend… and now he was proving himself as her lover.
Lover.
“Damn, honey… You’re so pretty.”
He lowered one hand from her breast and took her into his mouth.
“Oh…” She arched, her hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue and then his teeth teased her nipple and then suckled on it. “Oh… yes…”
He worked that nipple with his mouth and with his hand, he coaxed the other into a tight, near-painful peak.
“Baby,” he said the word with his mouth around her and the vibrations shook her to the core.
She smiled at her own thoughts…
Maybe he might be able to reach her love where it was, he was already touching her in places she’d never felt before.
She pressed her thighs tightly together when he moved over, trailing his beard across her breastbone. His other hand plucked at the nipple he’d wet with his tongue, the motion of his fingers stirring that flesh even more.
When his mouth sucked her other nipple into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out, she squirmed beneath him and drew a pained groan from his mouth.
“You’re going to squeeze the life out of me, babe.”
She didn’t understand what he meant for a moment but once she realized that his tone tightened along with the pressure she put between her thighs, she mumbled an apology and tried to relax.
“There,” he grunted, “that’s better.”
She instantly missed the pressure of her thighs squeezing, but she wouldn’t complain. She didn’t want to cause him pain.
He put his mouth back on her breast and before she could find a coherent thought, she felt his hand between her legs.
“Oh… oh yes…”
She felt… she felt him smile, his tongue and his lips moving against her breast.
It was enough to drive her even closer to mindless need.
Crois had his hand… there… and then his fingers, sliding inside her.
One finger.
Then he added a second.
