Page 39 of Just a Little Tempted

He leaned down and pressed a kiss just above my knee. Soft. Almost reverent. Then his mouth began to trail higher, creating a path of fire along the inside of my thigh. My breath came faster with every inch he traveled, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

When he finally reached my pussy, I was vibrating with need.

His tongue swept through my folds in one long, devastating stroke, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. He responded by gripping my thighs and holding me open, spreading me wider for his mouth.

There was nothing tentative about the way he pleasured me. He devoured me like a man starving, his tongue circling my clit before dipping lower. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stroking and curling against that perfect spot. I was shameless in my response—writhing beneath him, my hips rising to meet every movement of his mouth.

One of my hands fisted in the comforter. The other found his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as I held on for dear life.

“Simon—” His name tore from my throat, half plea, half prayer.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. Those two fingers pumped inside me while his tongue worked my clit with ruthless precision, and I felt the orgasm building, a wave cresting higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go but over.

I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, rolling in waves that seemed to go on forever. I heard myself crying out, felt my body arching off the bed, but everything had narrowed to the blinding sensation of release. Simon worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks rippled through me, until I lay boneless and panting for breath on the sheets.

But I wasn’t sated. Not even close. I wanted Simon inside me.

He seemed to understand, because he was already kissing his way up my body, his mouth warm and damp against my trembling skin. He paused at my breasts, lavishing attention on each one in turn. His tongue circled my nipple before his lips closed around it, sucking gently, then harder. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, and I gasped, my back arching into him.

“Simon.”

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same thorough treatment while I squirmed beneath him, need building all overagain. By the time he finally moved higher, I was desperate—aching and empty and craving the feeling of him filling me up.

He dragged his cock through my drenched, sensitive folds, coating himself in my arousal, and we both groaned at the sensation. Then he positioned himself over me, notching the head of his shaft against my entrance and nudging in an inch.

And stopped.

“Fuck.” His curse was barely audible, ground out through clenched teeth. His eyes met mine, and I saw frustration warring with desire. “I don’t have a condom.”

My teeth dragged across my lower lip, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I’m on birth control.”

“It’s been a while for me,” he said, his voice strained. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical which was months ago. I’m clean.”

“Same,” I breathed, trusting him completely. Then, before I could second-guess myself, I said, “Fuck me bare, Simon. I want to feel you inside me.”

Something primal flashed in his eyes at my demand. Without hesitating a second longer, he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt and we both groaned and went still.

The feel of him—hot and hard andso deep—stole the breath from my lungs. He filled me completely, stretched me perfectly, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Just… savored the sensation.

Simon’s hand tangled in my hair, tipping my head back to expose my throat. His tongue traced a hot path from my collarbone to my jaw, and I felt pinned down by him in the most delicious way—claimed, possessed,his.

I loved it.

He kissed me again, slow and deep, and began to move. Long, deliberate strokes that drew out every ounce of pleasure. He pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in, settinga rhythm that was maddeningly slow—controlled in a way that made me want to scream.

“More,” I gasped against his mouth. “Simon,please—”

He gave me what I asked for. His pace quickened, each thrust harder than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my moans and his ragged breathing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned—a raw, desperate sound that made me clench around him.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” His forehead pressed against mine, his eyes locked on my face like he wanted to memorize every expression I made. “So tight. So wet. So goddamnperfect.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. I was climbing again, that familiar tension building low in my belly, and Simon seemed to sense it. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling with expert pressure.

“Come for me, Raina,” he commanded, his voice rough and low. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

The combination of his words and his touch and the relentless drive of his hips pushed me over the edge. I came with a soft cry, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me in devastating waves. Simon’s rhythm faltered, his breath hitching, and then he was following me over, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he spilled inside me.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. We lay tangled together, hearts pounding, bodies slick with sweat, trying to remember how to breathe. Simon’s weight pressed me into the mattress, and I couldn’t bring myself to mind. I felt… safe. Satisfied in a way that went beyond the physical.