Chapter 20 #3
We fall onto my bed together in a tangle of limbs.
I rock against him, opening my legs to take him exactly where I need him.
He’s rock hard. His cock gets trapped against my stomach, and even through his boxers, it’s painfully obvious that he’s throbbing.
I’m greedy for him, desperate for his touch.
I want his hands all over me. I want him inside of me.
He’s in no hurry, even backing off on the kiss, devouring my lips in long, leisurely sips and pulls.
He keeps one hand planted on the bed to support himself while the other caresses my arm and shoulder like he can’t bear not to touch me.
His legs lock around mine. I try to get friction, arching up, grinding against any hardness that I can find.
His massive thighs clench around me, muscles flexing and bulging.
I shift my one leg, freeing it, and wrap it around his waist so I can dig my heel into his granite ass.
His hand trails down my arm and then he finds my hip.
He tucks his whole palm under me, lifting my hips in the air.
He digs his fingers into my hip and ass, and for just an instant, I’m worried that he’ll find them untoned or flabby, but his long sigh of satisfaction that curls over my lips is evidence that finding me wanting in any way is the last thing on his mind.
He nibbles my bottom lip, then trails kisses over my jaw and down my throat. He scrapes his teeth along my collarbones and trails his hot mouth over the lace edging the top of my camisole.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes. “Need you, Sloane.”
I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug until I can tell he feels the burn. “Need you too.”
He palms my breast and runs his fingers over my hard nipple. Wild tendrils of pleasure snake all the way down to my thighs. My panties are damp, clinging to me. I’m throbbing too. I need more. His touch. More friction. His fingers. His mouth. All of him.
My head is just below where the pillows start. I throw my arms out and arch, making it obvious what I want. When his mouth closes over my nipple, so warm and deliciously sensual, my head grinds into the bed.
“Cruz,” I moan. “Oh my god.”
He backs off, crawling between my legs amidst hot, open-mouthed kisses.
Some land on my clothes and some get my bare skin, but they all drive me crazy.
He nestles between my legs, arranging me so that my feet bracket his shoulders, spreading me wide.
I still have my panties on, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t care.
I want to be spread open for him. I want him to devour me with his eyes and his mouth.
What I really want is for him to rail me through this bed, but that’s coming. I just have to be patient.
He’s either going to edge me or take the edge off first. Whichever he chooses sounds like the best thing in the world.
I think it’s going to trend to the edging side.
Cruz takes his time, kissing my thighs, suckling at the tender skin in the crease of my leg.
Hot kisses tease along the edge of my panties.
By the time his face finally hovers over me and his hot breath makes my soaked panties feel cold, I’m ready to scream or tug his face down to me.
I love the attention he gives me, but I need him.
Finally, he sweeps a finger underneath my panties. His skin is rougher and calloused. It’s perfect against the silk of me. He traces my slit before adding another finger. He does the same thing, touching me without hitting any of the spots I really need him.
“Cruz,” I beg. I love that he appreciates all the work I did shaving, and I took extra time and care, but if he doesn’t touch my clit or slip those fingers inside of me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
Maybe he’s waiting for me to give permission.
“I want your mouth. Take my panties off.” It comes out bossy, but I don’t care.
He peels my panties away slowly. Carefully. As if he’s unwrapping his favorite gift in the entire world. The way he looks at me, all heat and blown out pupils makes me feel like I truly am the best thing he’s ever seen.
He lets my panties fall to the floor then works his hands under me, lifting me up to his face.
His mouth latches right on my core without any teasing or taking his time.
I make a sound that isn’t entirely human.
Some kind of keening. I shove my hands into the pillows above me and dig my heels harder into the mattress.
His tongue traces my seam, flicks over my clit, then travels all the way down to my entrance.
He thrusts it inside, sucking and lapping at me.
I gasp out something unintelligible. His name. More. Other sounds of encouragement. “Oh, fuck.” That’s about the only part that comes out clear.
“So good,” he groans. “I love the way you taste.”
This is probably old fashioned, but I want to taste him too. I want to take his cock all the way to the back of my throat while he has his tongue inside of me.
“Cruz. Come here.” I tug at his face, bringing his head up.
He allows me to slip out from under him and wrestle him down to the bed. I shrug out of my camisole and then peel his boxers away. His cock springs out, swollen and red, leaking precum from the tip.
“I wasn’t finished with you,” Cruz protests on a sigh.
“I know. Don’t worry.”
He’s the one who mutters an oh fuck under his breath when I crawl over him and turn around.