Page 59 of Sins of Innocence

His thumbs make another circuit over my breasts, this time swirling around my aching nips midsweep. "So fucking soft."

I moan softly as his husky voice caresses my nerve endings, pleasure pulsing in its wake.

Leaning forward, Kieran presses his forehead to mine, creating a bubble around us where I don't see anything but his hands on my chest and the dark raspberry nipples his thumbs are making circles around. I don't smell anything but his spicy musk and the scent of my own arousal. I don't hear anything but my panting breaths and his.

Nothing exists in this moment but him, me and unexpected pleasure fueled need.

"They're so pillowy. Perfect in my hands." He squeezes my breasts over and over, playing with them like no one ever has. "I could do this for hours."

"We don't have hours." I wish we did though. Every nerve center in my body is sparking with pleasure.

Troy liked looking, because it turned him on I guess, but he wasn't big on the touching.

What Kieran's doing right now? It's amazing.

"Gorgeous," Kieran says again. "So damn perfect." He exhales, his hot breath washing over my sensitive mounds. "You're softer than silk and it turns me the fuck on that you let me touch you with my rough hands."

"Your hands feel good," I breathe.

"I'm glad. Fuck, baby girl, I've traveled all over the world and seen priceless works of art, but nothing half this beautiful."

Baby girl? I think I just had a heart orgasm.

"That's a lot of words," I tease to cover how that particular endearment coming from this man makes me melt.

"Yeah?" he asks. "Good ones?"

"Very." Delicious words that are turning me on as much as his touches.

He makes a hum of approval and then his thumbs and forefingers come together to pinch my rosy points before he rolls them between the calloused digits. "Mine."

And that single word hits harder than all the others he's spoken.

"Kieran," I whisper because I can't say anything else.

Then he lowers his head further and lifting my right breast, he takes the nipple into his hot mouth while he continues to play with the other one between his thumb and forefinger.

Gasping, I arch toward him.

Giving a low growl of approval, he doesn't just suck. He laves. He nibbles. He rolls it between his lips. And then he sucks, pulling my entire aureole into his mouth and unfamiliar delight bombards my senses.

I have to mash my fist to my mouth and bite to stop the scream that wants to rip from my throat.

The thought of my mom and daughters only a couple rooms away does nothing to dampen the cataclysm of need surging through me. Of their own volition, my legs spread wide, my pelvis rocks and my bottom slides forward as my most intimate flesh seeks some kind of relief.

An approving growl vibrates around my nipple and one of Kieran's hands drops down, sliding into the elastic waistband of my pajama pants. His oh so talented thumb dips straight to my center and draws my wetness up to my clit.

Once. Twice. Three times before my inner lips and clitoris are slippery with my juices.

He rubs against my pleasure nub, softly at first, interspersed with gentle circles around it. But the faster my hips rock, the stronger his touch becomes until he's demanding my pleasure with a steady, almost rough direct stimulation to my clit.

Dazzling pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me until I'm on the edge of my chair, rocking and riding his thumb.

It's too much. It's not enough. I'm going to explode right out of my skin.

Kieran pinches my clit and I detonate, every muscle in my body contracting in ecstasy, my core gushing cum, jolts of electric bliss attacking every nerve ending.

I bite so hard on my fist to stop from screaming, I'm going to break skin, but then his mouth is there, his tongue spearing between my lips muffling the scream I cannot stifle.