I’m smiling so hard, my cheeks ache. I sit up and kiss him.
He laps his tongue against mine, licking softly, teasingly. I moan into his mouth. He grabs my waist, then trails his fingertips up my side. He circles his thumb over my nipple. I whimper.
It’s crazy how amazing everything is with Blake. How he can go from making me laugh so hard my stomach aches to giving me the filthiest, hottest kiss ever.
We make out. He takes off my shirt, then my shorts. I’m in just my bra and panties.
He leans back, breaking the kiss. He drags his hungry gaze over my body. Then he pulls the cup of my bra down and captures my nipple in his mouth.
My head falls back as I whimper. I tug my fingers through his hair as my clit starts to pulse.
“You like it when I suck on your perfect tits, don’t you, babe?”
I whine and nod, turned on like crazy by the roughness of his voice.
He sits up and pulls me over him to straddle his lap. He yanks down the other cup of my bra and works the hard bud in his mouth, teasing and sucking.
I’m grinding against the ridge of his erection as I whimper.
“That’s it. Grind your sweet pussy over my cock.”
I shiver, loving how he talks dirty when we’re fooling around. I’m hot all over. Between my legs, every inch of my skin.
He grabs my hips and guides me over the hard ridge of his dick, up and down, over and over.
This goes on for minutes. The buildup feels like the sweetest torture. I want to comeso bad…but I like being teased. I like it when Blake takes his time with me. I like that he doesn’t rush. I like how he’s making sure I get every bit of pleasure out of this.
He kisses up my chest and the side of my neck. My eyes roll back. I’m whimpering, making the most desperate little sounds.
“So needy,” he says, smiling against my shoulder.
He wraps his big hand around my throat. I gasp. His hold is loose. He’s not even gripping me. More like resting his palm against my neck.
He locks eyes with me. “Is this okay?”
I nod.
“Say it, Briar. I need you to tell me you want this.”
“I want this.” I swallow. “You can tighten your grip if you want.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, but he doesn’t move.
“It’s really okay,” I say, my chest warm at how careful he’s being with me. “I want it, Blake.”
He tightens his grip around my throat. It’s still not tight, but I like it. It feels so…possessive. Like he’s staking his claim on me. Like I’m his.
“A little more,” I say. He presses a little harder.
“That’s it, Briar. I’m not going any harder.”
I look at him, taking in the watchful, fiery gaze in his eyes.
We’re both breathing hard. His breath scatters over my face, hot and wet.
“You really like this?” he asks.
My eyelids flutter, and I moan softly. “Yes. It turns me on so much.”
