Chapter 14 #2
Her mind was still talking, but her body was completely ignoring her.
She’d already put her hands on his shoulders and was drawing him in close.
Her lips met his eagerly, moving in a wholly instinctive way.
She touched their mouths together, feeling his breath, the texture of his lips, and the way he smiled just as they met.
She wanted to push forward hard, but he kept himself back, and he held her in place with his hands on her hips.
Hot hands like brands on her hips. Hot lips moving across hers, teasing with his tongue and teeth as he nipped at her lips but didn’t push inside.
Damn it, it was frustrating! She wanted a kiss, not a tease, but he would not be hurried. And when she was just about to say something, he spoke in that low growly tone that she felt at the base of her spine.
“I only get one,” he said. “I want to make it good.”
“I’m an all or nothing kind of girl,” she answered.
She’d always been that way. Completely into her current project or unconscious.
Completely in a book, oblivious to all, or eating something while surfing the Internet.
This slow windup was driving her crazy, but she had to respect a man who took his time.
Mostly because she hadn’t known they existed.
And since he wasn’t going for the gusto, she might as well.
So she stuck out her tongue, coiling it underneath his top lip, pressing it against his teeth, doing whatever she could to speed up this process.
Because suddenly, her breasts were heavy and aching, her womb was pulsing like the prelude to a great orgasm, and…
wow, even her toes had curled tight in her shoes.
He let her tease him. His tongue barely touched hers, his mouth cracked just a fraction, but it was a ruse.
She knew that because his hands were gripping her hips with a kneading motion in his fingertips.
A slow roll of pressure, from front to back, and a steady pull closer.
His mouth might not be opening to her, but his lower body certainly knew what it was doing.
She felt the heat of his groin against hers and the hot brand of his erection as surely as she felt her heart thrumming in her clit.
He hadn’t touched it, but by God, her entire body was doing the work for him.
She let it. She let herself go flush against him, thighs bumping, groins pulsing against each other, and her breasts pressed into his chest. She didn’t thrust against him. She wanted to, but she held back. She needed to know—just like he did—that she had some control over this situation.
So she pressed herself against him but no more. And her tongue still fluttered against his teeth, darting in and out and only occasionally catching the very tip of his tongue.
Then she started to smile because this was fun, this holding back.
Especially since waiting built the desperate hunger in her body.
When would he break? When would she? Could he feel her like she felt him?
Did he know that her nipples felt rock hard against his chest?
Did he realize that her groin felt so liquid it would accept his penetration without a whisper of complaint? Would he—
He broke.
Suddenly, he slanted his mouth over hers and pushed inside. Where before she’d been stretching up to him, now he towered over her and pressed down. Her back arched, but he held her hard against him. And then he began to thrust.
Above and below, in equal measure.
OMG, it was hot.
His tongue mastered her in seconds. It took control of her mouth, dueled with her tongue, and managed to touch every part of her. Her mind was still yammering away. Something about the differences in their physical dimensions, but that it wasn’t an insurmountable problem.
Meanwhile, with every thrust of his tongue, his groin pushed against her.
Every time he coiled in her mouth, his hips ground a hard circle into her pelvis.
The timing was impressive. What it did to her body made every part of her heat to near orgasmic explosion.
And what it did to her brain was shut it the fuck up.
Perfection. And Cecilia was ready to strip naked and let him plunder her however he wanted.
Then he stopped.
The movement was abrupt as he ripped his mouth away. He held her hips back from him, even though she shoved forward as hard as she could. And while she panted and the blood roared through her ears, he spoke in a low groan.
“We. Stop.”
No, no, no, no, no! Her mind was wailing at that. Her body, too. But she nodded because that’s what he wanted: proof that they could stop.
“Cold. Shower,” he gasped.
Was that a statement of intent? They hadn’t separated an inch. In fact, the only reason their mouths weren’t fused together was because their foreheads were pressed hard against one another while they both fought with the emotions rioting inside.
“Can I watch?”