Thank God. Her hands threaded into my hair like she wanted the added connection to me since our mouths were no longer able to touch, and I resumed my original goal, shifting down the length of her body until my tongue could draw a line at the border of lace. It was almost the same color of her skin and sexy as fuck.
She quivered when I hooked a finger under the lace and worked it down over her hipbone. Her skin was nearly as hot as the fire burning beside us. Perhaps it was too hot because I’d begun to sweat... but that was most likely because of what we were doing.
No, it’s because of her.
Her trembling built as I eased the panties down, freeing her gorgeous legs, and then I dropped the scrap of lace beside us.
She was naked beneath me, staring up with the haunting eyes I could not get my fill of. I knelt between her knees, dragging my fingers up, up, up the inside of her thigh. Her hand covered her mouth like she wanted to stifle a scream.
I slid my hands under her legs, pulled her to me, and kissed her where I’d put my hand a few hours ago. A panicked moan tore from her lips as she jerked, but I held her steady as my tongue grazed her. One painstakingly slow lick, and she was hopelessly out of breath.
I fucked her with my mouth then.
Each stroke of my tongue against her clit made her legs shake. It caused sighs and whimpers of pleasure to leak from her lips. It sounded like it felt so good, it verged on a knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.
When I increased my speed, she bucked under my direction, her hands fisting the comforter beneath us. The tip of my tongue fluttered, lashing at her, and her fingers in my hair tightened, pulling at the roots.
“Whoa,” she whispered, like maybe she had never come like this before and the idea of it was surprising.
But I was determined to make that happen. Desperate to give her satisfaction instead of frustration. And it was a powerful feeling the way she moved against me, like I had complete rule over her.
As my tongue slicked and cartwheeled over her clit, my hands drifted over her legs, her hips, and up to grip one of her breasts.
“Wait,” she gasped as a warning.
But by the time the word registered, it was too late.
Her thighs closed around my head as the orgasm descended upon her, muffling the cry she unleashed. Her climax had taken her by surprise, and as the pleasure rolled through, her body flinched in uncontrolled jerks.
Goddamn, it was so fucking hot.
She was still shuddering with her orgasm when I came back to her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You liked that?” I whispered into her ear, nibbling there.
“That was...” She couldn’t catch her breath as she searched for the right word. “Nice.”
“Nice?”I repeated, dubious, and my filter broke down. “Ice cream and bike rides arenice. Let me show you just howniceI can be.”
She pressed her lips together to smother a smile, but I was too focused on my task to get much of a look. I turned to lie on my side, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, and peeled the fabric down until I was as naked as she was.
The amusement in her expression disappeared, instantly replaced with heat when I grabbed her hand and guided it to my dick. Her cool fingers wrapped around me where I was long and hard, and throbbing for her.
“Would you like this?” My tone was sinful. “Would that benice?”
She buried the edge of her teeth in her bottom lip and gave a nod. Her bashfulness now was so different from who she’d been the night she’d danced for me in the restaurant, but this version of her was just as sexy.
Her grip tightened on my dick and slid slowly up to the tip, and back down to the base.
I groaned it under my breath. “Fuck. Do it again.”
She complied, and the sensation sliding through her fist caused my dick to flex. It felt so fucking good, my head filled with smoke. It disabled whatever filter I had left.
“You have no clue how badly I’ve wanted this, and I don’t just mean in the car.” I put my hand over hers, guiding her to squeeze tighter, and my hips thrust so I could fuck our hands. “I had to do this to myself in the shower yesterday just to relieve the ache.”
Her eyes widened with surprise, and I worried that once again I’d said too much. Her free hand came up to touch her lips, like she wanted to hide behind her fingers.
“I touched myself while thinking about you, too,” she admitted. “Even when I knew it was wrong.”
