Page 93 of Rock Me

I inhale sharply. Fuck. How can she make me want her so badly. Crazy woman.

She grins at me, as she feels me harden and lengthen under her touch.

"Getting close to the line, baby," I warn her, daring her.

"Oh, I think I'm okay, still. I have pretty good balance, I can walk this tightrope."

Her thumb brushes over the tip, and my heart and dick both jump.

Fuck.

Too far.

I swat her hand away and push her back down onto the bed.

"Hey!" she protests, but I quiet her with a hard kiss. Then I sit back and trace the lines and curves of her naked body with my fingertips.

She’s so beautiful.

Naked and stunningly fucking breathtaking. So much it moves me, that she’s giving herself to me.

"What?" she says, after a moment of me silently ogling her, and tries to sit up, covering her chest with her arm.

"No, no no no," I say, gently pushing her arm away, "never cover up. Never. You're stunning."

"No, my boobs are too big," she says, and I can't help but laugh.

Laugh a little too loud and long because she sits up and glares at me, pulling the blanket up over her.

"Sweetheart. Just, no. That's not a thing."

"What?"

"Too big boobs."

"You try carrying them around."

"It would be my honor." I say, pushing her back down onto the bed and trapping her legs under mine as I straddle her, cupping her breasts under my hands. They're full and luscious and round and demand my attention.

I lower my mouth over her right breast, breathing deeply, my hot breath washing over them, and she squirms.

"Careful, Jez," she warns.

"Of what?"

" I might like it."

"Oh, you can count on it, sweetheart," I say and run my tongue over the tip of her nipple. Her curse is my reward, but I don't have time to gloat before I do it again, slowly, the hard laps of her nipple with my tongue making it glisten.

"Ohhh," she moans. And it becomes my goal in life to make her make that sound.

I reach over to her other nipple and flick it with the tip of my fingers. Her hips buck under me, and her hands come up, tangling in my hair, pushing my mouth down.

"This, by the way, since you interrupted me. Was third on my list. Of things I wanted to do to you."

"What was fourth?"

"I'm so glad you asked."