Chapter 24 #2
“And this pussy…” He slides his finger along my wet center licking his lips. “Look at how pretty it is, all wet for me already. I already know I’ll never have my fill of you.”
“Why don’t you…find out,” I barely get the command out due to his unhurried caresses against my clit.
“Gladly.” Straightening, he takes off his glasses and sets them on the coffee table and then rips off his shirt.
The ready to work expression on his face and the sight of his sculpted torso twines the crank in my core just a little more. The only thing I want more than this man’s mouth on every inch of me is to lick along the cut planes of his stomach before I fall to my knees.
“I want to see you.” Breathless, I sit up, grabbing him by the belt and tugging him closer.
“Wait your turn.” He uncurls my hand from his belt and shakes his finger playfully. “Now, spread your legs.”
The command in his tone zings pleasure through me.
Doing as he asks, I sit back and open wide for him.
He lowers to his knees in front of me. Gripping my hips, he coasts his tongue in a slow lick down my seam.
I almost want to cry with the sensation of his tongue against me.
My entire body pulses between sweet relief and begging for more.
Each lick and suck both satisfies and teases out more want in me.
The feral noises he makes during his focused ministrations leave me feeling that I am both his meal and his queen. He worships and devours. My sex-fogged brain is unable to discern which, and my body just rejoices in it.
“Davis!” I cry as a violent tremor shakes my thighs with my release.
“I could do this all night.” He soothes his fingers in gentle strokes against my shaking thighs.
“I may not last,” I pant out my laugh.
“Oh, you’ll last.”
I pull him up and take him in a deep kiss, his arms banding around my back, and our naked torsos finding each other. “I do taste sweet.” I smirk.
He laughs.
Biting my lower lip, I undo his belt. “My turn to find out how you taste.”
“Fuck,” he groans with pleasure as I slip my hand inside his jeans and cup him over his underwear.
“Someone is eager.” Batting my eyes, I massage him over the fabric, his cock jerking with my touch.
“Peach…”
Eyes locked with his, I drag down his jeans and his boxers. Giggles burst from me at his trying to kick them off his sneakered feet. He plops beside me on the sofa, laughter raking through him.
“This never happens in your books,” he grumbles, kicking off his shoes and then removing the rest of his clothes.
“It sure doesn’t,” I tease, crawling onto his lap, his hardness rubs against my still-sensitive pussy sending a shiver through both of us. “That may not happen in my books, but this does.” Slipping off his lap, I drag my mouth down his body until I fall to my knees in front of him.
“Wait,” he says, pulling me back up. “To protect your knees.” He moves his clothes in front of him, providing a cushion.
‘Oh god.” My breath catches. “I am in very real danger of falling so fucking hard for you.”
“Ditto.” He reaches out and tucks me close for a sweet kiss.
Pushing him back, I rest my thighs on my heels in front of him.
Skating my fingers along his muscular legs, I take him in.
The ridges of his stomach. The dusting of dark hair along his chest, the silky fur marching down to his thick length.
Licking my lips, I skate my fingers along the veiny shaft to the tip coated in beads of pre-cum.
“This may be more of a meal than I anticipated,” I say, my voice husky and teasing. “But I like a challenge.”
He groans with my slow pumps of his length.
Leaning forward, I lick the tip and let out an appreciative moan at its salty taste.
I swirl my tongue around his tip, massaging the crown.
Inch by glorious inch, I take him more fully into my mouth.
His controlled hip thrusts, and gentle tugs on my hair telegraphs his battle for restraint.
It’s clear he wants more but holds himself back.
I’m almost drunk with power at the fact that this man’s desire for me is only tamped down by his want to take care of me. That knowledge surges need within me. Need to give him what he wants. Need to take what I want… And what I want is to feel him coming apart.
Releasing him, I look up through hooded lashes. “Do you want to come in my mouth or inside me?”
“There’s a condom in my jeans’ pocket,” he breathes.
I grab it and hand it to him. He unwraps it and rolls it on.
“Get on my lap,” he growls.
“I do like bossy you,” I sass, rising and straddling him.
A pleasure-filled whimper escapes with the sensation of him sliding into me. The fullness is almost too decadent. It’s like a buffet of sweets. One knows they’ve had enough but still goes back for more.
I rock my hips in gentle movement against him, testing out taking just a little bit more. With each rock, my body relaxes.
Hands on my waist, he urges me further until I’m fully seated on him, causing him to let out a grunted “Fuck.”
“You like?” My playful coo is breathless.
“So fucking much.”
I move up and down on him. The movement both teases him and hits different spots within me, surging that twinge of pleasure.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Take what you need.” With a soft slap of my ass, he urges me on.
“Yes,” I whine, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” I moan with his second slap.
Our panting breaths and moans meld with the soundtrack of the world below us: car honks, people laughing, and dogs barking in the distance. Somehow, we’re both utterly secluded from it, but aware of it. That idea heightens my chase.
His hips meet mine in indulgent, hard thrusts. Despite the deliciously rough brush of our bodies, the tenderness of his gaze locked on me is like a soft caress. His body may demand, but that stare gives.
“I’m so close,” I moan.
“Tell me what you need.” He strokes my cheek.
Taking his hand, I move it to where we’re joined.
“You need both.” His rough callouses against my clit sparks more sensation.
“Yes!”
His mouth covers mine, drinking up my cries. Fingers biting into my hips, he thrusts into me. The action prolongs the waves of orgasm raking through me and heralding his own.
“Peach!” he calls out, his body’s shudder rolls through both of us.
Our breaths ragged, we remain tethered together. My head on his shoulder, and his arms banding around me. Despite the kiss of cool air against my skin, now clammy from sweat, I have no desire to move away from this man.
“You were wrong,” he murmurs.
Brows knitted, I lift my head. “About what?”
He traces along my sweat-dotted hairline. “You definitely sweat sexy.”