I look at his mouth. “Let me ride your face?”
His brow lifts, and the look in his eyes darkens. His throat bobs as he swallows. “You sure you want to? It’s okay if you’re not in the mood.”
I reach down and trace his lips with my fingertip. Heat flickers in his eyes as he looks at me. “I’m in the mood now. I really, really want to.”
His gaze focuses between my legs. His smile turns wicked as he licks his lips. “Hop on.”
A giddy feeling swoops through my tummy, and I bite back a smile.
Slowly, I pull Blake’s T-shirt over my head and drop it on the ground. I slip off my shorts, my heart pounding as I stand there, totally naked, in front of him.
I move to the bed, but he shakes his head.
“I just wanna look at you for a second,” he says in that low, rough voice.
He slowly drags his gaze down my body. His jaw works, and his blue eyes turn fiery.
“Fuck, Briar. You’re perfect. So pretty.”
My clit pulses at his praise and the way he’s looking at me—with the hungriest stare I’ve ever seen. Like he’s aching to devour me.
He skims his hand up my inner thigh and brushes the back of his knuckles over my pussy. I gasp at the light touch.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mutters.
“I’m really turned on,” I rasp.
His eyes cut to my face. He holds my gaze as he licks the back of his knuckles. My pussythrobs. Oh, wow. That’s so hot and dirty…
He sits up and pulls off his shirt. “Sit on my face. Now,” he orders.
Chapter 38
Briar
Iclimb on the bed and straddle his chest. With his hands on my hips, he moves me up his body. He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh before pulling me down to his face.
I gasp and grip the headboard to steady myself.
“I’m not too heavy, am I?” I ask.
“Not even close.”
Slowly, he runs his tongue over my pussy. My eyes roll back, and I gasp. He does it again, slowly licking up and down.
The pleasure pulses through my pussy. My thighs are shaking, and I’m panting so hard.
He softly flicks his tongue over my clit, and I cry out. “Blake.”
I reach my other hand down and pull his hair. He groans into my pussy. The vibrations hit every spot, amping up the pleasure even more.
“That’s it, babe. Ride my face like a good girl,” he says.
He grabs my asscheek, gripping hard. I moan. I’m grinding harder and faster now. Heat simmers between my thighs. The pressure climbs higher, up my stomach and all the way to my chest.
I’m shaking. This feelssogood. It’s like my body is operating on pure need, pure want.
“Your tongue,” I rasp, unable to say more because of how hard I’m breathing.
