Chapter 19 #3
His hand traveled from her shoulder to her bottom in a light caress that made her insides flutter and her sex ache with anticipation.
“It’s a good start.” He gripped her hips and encouraged her to keep her back to his face when she straddled him.
When he had her arranged the way he wanted her, his hand on her back encouraged her to bend over him.
She felt horribly exposed and terribly aroused by a position that was all new to her.
Waiting to see what he would do made her skin tingle.
“Mmm,” he said as his lips coasted over her inner thigh. “What a lovely, lovely sight.”
She was glad he thought so, because she was about to die of embarrassment. Tiffany had no idea what she was supposed to do with her hands, so she rested them on his thighs and felt his muscles jump in reaction, letting her know he wasn’t unaffected by this new game.
And then his tongue was outlining her sex, laying a tantalizing path of sensation over her bare skin that turned her muscles to water.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
“I’m trying not to.” She sounded breathless and positively wanton as she tried to wriggle closer to his questing tongue.
“Try harder.” His hand came down on her right buttock in a light smack that made her moan. Before she had a chance to recover from the spank, his tongue was delving inside her and she was on the verge of an explosive release.
“Don’t come yet.”
“But I—”
This time his hand landed on her left cheek, leaving a fiery sting in its wake.
Tiffany gasped and panted, pushing her sex against his face. She started to imagine how she must look, naked and spread out on top of him, and then realized she didn’t care how she looked. He liked what he was seeing, and that was all that mattered.
His finger at the base of her spine roused her out of her musings to pay close attention as it traveled down, down, down. He paused only to press against her back entrance before continuing on to slide into her slick heat.
“Don’t come,” he said again, more harshly this time as his tongue teased her and his fingers slid into her, pressing against that spot deep inside for a brief instant before retreating once again.
She noticed he was hard again and decided to even the score by using her tongue on him, teasing the tip with the same darting strokes he was giving her.
His growl was the only sign he gave that she was getting to him, so she kept it up, cupping his balls for added effect.
“Do not come,” he said, sounding less fierce this time as he raised his hips. “Suck me.” He punctuated his harsh command with another stab of his tongue.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and sucked as hard as she dared.
Growling, he returned the favor by tightening his lips around her and sucking just as hard as he pressed his fingers into her.
A sharp cry escaped from her lips the second before she exploded, shattering into a million pieces in an orgasm that went on for what felt like forever.
Every time she thought it was over, he proved her wrong, taking her up and over again and again until he finally joined her, filling her mouth and throat with his essence.
She came down from the incredible high to the feel of his tongue soothing her sensitive skin and his fingers still embedded deep within her.
He wiggled them just to make sure she knew he was there, and Tiffany nearly came again from that alone. Finally, he withdrew from her and encouraged her to turn toward him.
“Ride me.”
She looked down, shocked to realize he was already hard again. The man was positively insatiable!
“Please.” He sounded so desperate that Tiffany moved faster than she thought she could to give him what he needed.
Even though she was more primed than she’d ever been in her life, it still took a few torturous minutes to take him in.
The whole time, his lips were parted, his eyes were closed, and his hands gripped her hips so tightly she had no doubt there’d be bruises.
“Yes,” he whispered when she sank down on the final inch.
Keeping his hands on her hips, he set the pace.
“Tiffany, God, Tiffany…” He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he seemed to get harder and bigger inside her.
His eyes opened slowly, and he looked up at her.
What she saw in his eyes told her everything about how he was feeling, and she couldn’t look away.
He thrust up and into her, stealing every thought from her mind that wasn’t about ultimate pleasure.
After the last orgasmic frenzy, she would’ve bet her life she couldn’t do it again.
She would’ve been dead wrong because once again she was climbing as he kept up the steady and relentless pace.
She was supposed to be riding him, but he’d taken control of her mind, her body and her heart.
To deny that would be foolish. She loved him.
How could she not? But she couldn’t tell him.
Not yet. Not until she was absolutely certain he wouldn’t leave.
He stole the last remaining thoughts from her mind with a mighty thrust that sent them both into release. For the longest time, she lay on top of him, pulsating with aftershocks. With his strong arms tight around her, she felt safe and adored. And loved.