Chapter 20 #2
My competitive side gives a withering sigh. “I’ll keep that in mind. ”
A flicker of heat passes through his eyes as I lean down and press a kiss to the flat of his belly, swirling with my tongue.
I trace the line of soft hair from his navel with my lips and feather my fingertips back and forth above the waistband of his briefs.
He gives a soft groan and caresses from my shoulder down my spine with the flat of his palm.
It’s not forceful but hints at an urgency that matches the one building inside me.
I rub over his erection, and he sucks in a breath. The thick, smooth tip of his cock is peeking above the elastic waistband, and it’s impossible not to close my fist around him. My god, he’s thick and hard, like a hot stone.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I slip the waistband lower, kissing each inch of exposed skin as I go, and slide the briefs the rest of the way off. Then I shift more to my knees so I can balance, and stroke up his length. He combs through my hair with both hands and gathers it behind my head.
“I want to watch that pretty mouth of yours,” he says in a sultry tone that spears a current of heat straight to my toes.
I risk a glance through my lashes. “And what is it you want this pretty mouth of mine to do?”
His smile is that sly, mischievous one I’ve seen before. The one that says trouble coming . Only now, I’m looking forward to whatever trouble that might be.
“Surprise me,” he says.
My pulse throbs between my thighs and renewed heat climbs up my spine.
I close my eyes and glide him between my lips.
So many wonderful sensations light me up at once.
His low groan echoing through me. The smooth hardness of him gliding past my wet lips.
The salty-sweet taste of his arousal on my tongue.
The warmth and the wildness crackling to life inside me.
“Yes, sweetness,” he praises, arching his hips as I take more. “Fuck.”
I grip him at the base as I work up and down, taking more of him, my senses overloaded with how good he feels. How firm and solid and warm. It should not turn me on like this. Is it because in this moment, with him, I feel powerful? Trusted?
His grip on my hair tightens, sparking another rush of heat through my body. With a groan, I take a little more.
“That’s my good girl,” Linden says, his tone thick with lust.
The praise plucks every single one of my heartstrings with a hard twang. Renewed desire coils up from my core. I know his eyes are on me, taking me in, but it just makes me feel more centered, more confident.
“Your mouth is a fucking dream,” he says, breathing hard.
I swirl with my tongue and glide with my lips.
With a groan, he urges me off him.
Panting, he rolls up and takes my face in his hands.
We kiss, both of us breathless. My lips feel swollen and extra sensitive, but his soft tongue gently teasing mine feels like a reward.
He urges my thighs over his so I’m straddling his lap.
Lowering down, my sensitive, aching flesh makes contact with the base of his bare cock, making me whimper.
My thighs tense, giving me a hit of friction exactly where I want it. But it’s not enough. Not even close.
Linden rubs up my back and flips open the clasp of my bra, then tugs it from my shoulders. The look in his eyes is pure heat.
He cradles both of my breasts and circles my nipples with his thumb. Electricity fires under my skin, consuming me. I gulp a shaky breath and rock my hips to grind my needy clit against the hard length of him. My yearning turns sharp, almost painful. It’s overload in the most incredible way.
“Look at me, gorgeous,” he says.
When I glance down, his eyes are tense with need. “Are we taking this all the way?”
I give a little laugh. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Communication, yeah?” He arches an eyebrow .
“Right.” I release the breath trapped in my throat. “Yes, all the way.”
He leans up and sucks one of my nipples between his lips. Sweet heaven, his mouth . I arch my shoulders and try to remember to breathe. The shift in my position only brings my needy pussy tighter against him, and I groan.
“Please, Linden,” I whisper.
He slips his wallet from his pants pocket, then tears open a small foil package.
“I’m on birth control,” I say.
He winks. “So am I.”
He rolls the condom on, then urges me up.
That thick, firm tip of him glides into place, sending a wave of anticipation and raw, wild lust racing through my belly.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me.
I give into the softness of his tongue and smooth heat of his lips as I lower down.
A tight thrill uncoils inside me as he pushes inside, the almost painful yet delicious stretch of him stealing every ounce of my focus.
He’s not even all the way inside me yet and it feels this good. This right .
I give another whimper against his lips, my thighs trembling as I sink all the way down.
Linden gives a breathless sigh. It’s so slight I barely hear it. He cradles my waist and rocks into me that final inch. “Watching you take me like that… fuck .” He kisses me, his lips soft and plush on mine.
I tense around him, and his eyes flash with desire.
He guides me up and down in a slow, sensual pace.
I close my eyes, savoring the intensity of him so full inside me, so perfect.
My breasts brush his chest as I move, the sensation electric.
He kisses my neck, the wet swirl of his tongue against my hot skin sparking more tingles down my spine.
I tilt my head to give him better access, and he tugs my earlobe between his lips.
He kisses to the sensitive place behind my ear that makes my toes curl. “You feel incredible,” he says, his voice low and rumbly, like boulders rolling down a mountainside.
A tight knot of pleasure is weaving into my core, vibrating an urgent frequency down every nerve ending. It’s the beginning of a promise, and I want it so badly that a sudden rush of fear brings heat to my cheeks. “Don’t stop, please.”
He glances up, his eyes steady and caring. “I’m with you for as long as you need, sweetheart.”
The endearment cuts straight to the deepest layers of my heart. Coupled with the sensations running hot inside me, that urgent knot at the base of my core squeezes tighter and tighter so fast that a needy whimper escapes from my lips.
“You’re so perfect, taking every inch of my cock. Like you were made for it. Made for me to fill you up.”
“Oh,” I manage as the pleasure throbs deep inside me, making me desperate. “Please.”
His grip on my waist tightens and he draws one of my nipples between his lips. It’s like liquid heat dancing over my skin. I close my eyes as I spin free and let everything go.