Chapter 25 #2
Having no idea what bravery had to do with it, I moaned my appreciation as he scooted down my body and his mouth and tongue lavished attention on one breast and then the other, along with my neck and collarbone.
Resisting the urge to twist around and reach for his magnificent cock, I speared my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp.
It was as slow as I could go, brave or otherwise.
His hand moved lower, scraping through my curls and teasing me.
He feathered his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs, just to the edge of my folds and up through my bush again with a touch so surprisingly light it seemed impossible that it was this powerful SEAL over me.
Time and time again, he avoided touching me where I needed him most, grazing the sides of my folds, avoiding my most sensitive skin.
I tried dirty talk, or at least my version. “I’m wet for you.”
His eyes met mine for a moment. “I know.”
In that instant, I knew the teasing would certainly lead to mutual combustion.
Eventually, he returned to stroke the outside of my soaked folds. His fingers tortured me, running up, down and around, and finally, he barely split them to run through my wetness from back to front, stopping short of my clit before returning to tease my entrance.
“Please,” I panted as I squirmed. I needed more. I needed the Whopper. Arching my hips up into his hand didn’t get me anything more than a light brush over my curls as he forced me back to the mattress.
“Patience.” He pushed my hips down. “Has no man ever taken his time with you?”
I shook my head. “Not like this.” In the past, going slow had only meant how long it took to get me undressed.
“Just feel,” he insisted, popping his mouth off my nipple. It was a hard instruction to follow with so many inputs swamping me all at once.
His lips traveled the length of my neck and collarbone again before returning to join his hand at my breast.
It was rapidly becoming too much and not enough at the same time as I felt my body tightening for the coming explosion. When his fingers split my folds again, they finally reached my clit, circling, squeezing, and circling again and again.
I felt ready to splinter apart when he pulled his hand away. The whimper I released wasn’t a sound I was proud of.
“I want to taste you,” he said as he moved lower.
I shuddered. My body hummed with nerves as I watched Zane place himself between my legs. Don, my college boyfriend, had gone down on me a few short times, but Zane’s words were so intensely erotic that even before he started, this eclipsed any previous experience.
Zane lifted my knees and parted my legs, kissing up the insides of my thighs. “Lie back.”
I fisted the sheets, on the cusp of exploding before he even started. My eyes were glued to him as he worked his way toward my apex. When he slowly peppered light kisses along the length of my folds, I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me.
He resisted, continuing to torture me with slow licks along the length of my sex, circling my entrance before traveling up to circle my clit with that clever tongue of his. “I knew you’d taste this good. I knew it.”
Every cell in my body coiled tight with anticipation. “Please,” I begged.
He looked up and grinned.
There was not a shred of doubt that he was about to make me come like I never had before, with or without a mechanical aid.
One hand left my leg to caress my breast and tease my nipple. “Do you trust me, baby?” he asked when he came up for air and our eyes connected.
Nodding vigorously, I squeaked out, “Completely.”
Without warning, two fingers probed my entrance and thrust inside.
I gasped, throwing my head back and pulling on his hair again.
His mouth licked and lathed my clit, then he sucked as his fingers stroked my inner walls.
Without warning, lightning shot through me as my climax exploded. My eyes clamped shut, my toes curled, and I probably pulled out a chunk of his hair as I clawed at his scalp. “Oh my God, holy shit, oh my God,” I screamed. Stars formed behind my eyelids and the shaking overtook me.
His hand on my breast, his mouth on my clit, his fingers inside me—all kept up their assault on my senses until the waves mellowed and I went bonelessly limp.
When I opened my eyes and locked gazes with the man crawling up my body, the connection I felt was something I’d never experienced before.
Reaching my face, he balanced on his elbows and kissed me. It was wet and sloppy with my juices coating his mouth—another new experience for me. And it was the perfect ending.
Except his solid length pressing on my abdomen reminded me that even as spent as I felt, we shouldn’t end like this. “Your turn.” I tried unsuccessfully to push and roll him over so I could suck him.
“Wrong, Angel,” he said as he brushed his nose against mine. “That was only your first.”
It was only fair that Zane got to finish as well. “I can roll over,” I suggested. Raleigh and Don had always wanted to enter me from behind.
“We’ll get to that, but first, you’re going to be on top so you can move the way you want. I want to watch you give yourself pleasure.”
“I don’t know.” Raleigh had said I didn’t know what I was doing the one time we’d tried that position. When had he ever voiced the sentiment that my pleasure mattered in bed?
Zane’s finger under my chin forced me to look him in the eyes. “I do.” His voice carried conviction I couldn’t doubt. “Who made you doubt yourself?”
When I didn’t answer, Zane reached for the nightstand. The unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper followed.