“Flip over.”
He didn’t know how he ended up on his back or how she ended up half-naked, straddling his face and hovering over his mouth. “How badly do you want this?”
He strained his neck, raising his chin in wild anticipation, his lips and tongue burning with the desire to taste her.
“Jannie …” His voice was raspy.
“Tell me.”
“Sit on my face, beautiful girl.”
Still, she hovered, shifting provocatively as he stared right up at her arousal, and he rose up to lick her, satisfaction rippling through him at her little shudder.
“First-class seat,” he murmured.
He thought he heard a little snort. And then, at last, she lowered herself onto his face, rubbing on his waiting lips.
She was drenched.
Hungrily, Nick received her. “Grab the headboard.”
She lurched forward, grinding on his mouth and chin, then retreating a little. He reached up and gripped her glorious ass, urging her on. She was soft and slick and warm, and—God—even though he was covered in her, barely able to breathe, it still didn’t feel like enough.
His mind flashed back to the first time he saw her. He’d wanted her at first sight. Now that he’d had her multiple times, he realized the want had turned to need.
His Jannie.
Mine.
He circled his tongue, pleasuring her with all the pent-up passion of fifteen years of wanting her.
“Yes … ah … God, yes, Nick, give me your tongue.”
He did. Oh, he did. She wanted his tongue, not realizing that he was offering her his heart, if only she would take it.
He licked and sucked, alternately pausing to rub his lips over her, wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as she allowed him. Only when she showed signs of frustration did he pick up the pace.
She arched her back. “Harder!”
Nick gave her everything he had, not bothering to try to breathe, not caring if he didn’t.
Her legs started to shake. “I’m gonna come!”
“Mmm.” He gripped her backside, thrusting his tongue inside her as deep as he could.
She shuddered once, twice, then came hard all over his face, her entire body jerking, and as he eagerly lapped up her sweetness, he wondered if he could ever let her go.
No sooner had she finished than she slid off him, flushed, wild-eyed, and so very beautiful.
Through a haze, he felt her grab his hand and make him wrap his fist around his turgid length.
“Now, you,” she said breathlessly. “I want to watch you come all over yourself.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Nor did he need more than five strokes.
A guttural cry tore from somewhere deep within him as tingling warmth corkscrewed through his body, and then the hot spurts shot out of him in a release so intense, it bordered on painful.
And though his eyelids were tightly shut, he sensed her gaze on him, witnessing him fall apart like never before … which made him come even harder. Until the edges of his vision blurred and went white, and as the world faded to black, he swore he felt her slide a fingertip over the mess he’d made across his chest, whispering, “Yeah, good boy.”
