Chapter 16 #3
She grips my shaft through my underwear and I about come undone right there.
“Bed,” I say against her breast and the vibrations give her goose bumps.
I sweep her up into my arms and take the few steps into the room until I’m standing at the end of the bed with her.
I set her down with her legs hanging off the end, and bend forward to kiss her, pressing her back onto the bed with the weight of my body.
I trail kisses from her lips, down her throat, between her breasts, then down to her belly button.
I don’t stop until I get to her panties.
I kneel in front of her and dip my fingertips into the waistband of these lace boy shorts, visions of which have driven me crazy half the night.
I drag them slowly off her, reveling in her beauty, her creamy skin, her smooth legs, the perfectly manicured V of curls above the folds between her legs.
When I get the underwear to her ankles and slip them off, I sweep her legs up over my shoulders and bring my face to her center.
I gently nip the inside of each thigh, and she sighs my name as I drag my tongue from her clit right down the center of her folds.
Her hips piston toward my tongue, and I love how responsive she is.
“Tell me what you need,” I say, looking at her across the expanse of her flat stomach and over the curve of her breasts.
“This,” she murmurs.
I circle her clit a few more times, then pull back. “Look at me,” I insist, and she lifts her upper body and props herself up on her elbows. “Tell me what you need, specifically. What do you like?”
Her eyes flare. “I don’t know, Beau. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
I fasten my lips around her clit and suck hard, sending her hips flying up again, her fists grabbing the sheets. Then I lift my head and ask, “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean, what you’re doing is perfect.”
“I’m going to make you come, this first time, with my mouth. And I need to know how you like it.”
She lets her head fall back to the bed. “I don’t know.”
How does this woman not know what she prefers when it comes to oral sex? I get up from the floor and slide my body along hers until we’re face-to-face. “Sierra, why do you not know what you like?”
She closes her eyes and swallows, a movement that has my eyes hyper-focused on that creamy expanse of her throat.
“Has no one ever done this to you before?” I ask, even though it seems absolutely impossible.
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Not trying to think about other people right now, Beau,” she says dryly. “But no one has done this to me half as well as what you were just doing.”
A smile plays on my lips. “That was just the warm-up act.”
She swats my shoulder, the sound is a loud crack in our quiet hotel room. “Don’t let this go to your head.”
“Too late,” I say and kiss the tip of her nose.
“You can’t tell me that I’m doing this better than anyone else you’ve been with and not expect it to inflate my ego.
” I reach up and pull two pillows down from the head of the bed, then reach under her back to prop her up on them.
“I want you to watch. And I want you to talk to me. Tell me what feels good, tell me what you want me to do.”
I can see the heat creeping across her chest and up her neck.
So, she’s not used to asking for what she wants .
. . that’s interesting. In my teenage fantasies, Sierra was much more knowledgeable about sex than I was.
In my dreams of late, she’s always known what she wanted and taken it.
It’s unsettling to see her so unsure; it’s not a turnoff, it’s just unexpected.
I slide back down, squatting between her legs and pulling her knees up over my shoulders. Keeping my eyes on her, I set out to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had. It takes less than a minute before she’s writhing beneath my mouth. “Like this?”
“Yes,” she says, and closes her eyes.
I reach two fingers up to her mouth and she pulls them in, alternatively sucking and twirling her tongue around them. It’s impossible to describe how much I’m looking forward to having that mouth on my cock.
I bring those fingers down and slide them inside her, her tight walls expanding quickly to accept me.
I curl my fingers up toward her abdominal wall, searching for those elusive ridges that will bring most women to orgasm.
I know I’ve found the spot by the guttural moan she lets loose, and when my eyes flick up to hers, she’s staring at me in shock.
“Right there,” she says, “don’t stop.” I love that she’s talking to me about what she likes even though I can tell by her body’s response.
A few more swirls of my tongue over her clit while I stroke inside her and she’s whispering my name like it’s a prayer, her hips moving with the motion of my fingers.
“I’m so close, Beau,” she says and I increase the pressure inside just the slightest bit, stroking over those ridges as she grunts the sexiest little sounds I’ve ever heard.
Those grunts turn to full-out moaning that has me aching to be inside her, but I’m determined to give her as many orgasms as possible tonight, so I don’t stop until I feel her muscles contracting around my fingers over and over, her entire body going stiff, then slackening like she’s boneless.
Only then do I stop and give her one more wet kiss on her clit, and it sends a shudder through her entire body.
I stand and slide my boxer briefs down before stepping out of them. “Holy hell,” she says as she stares at my body.
“That better be a good holy hell,” I tell her as I lean down over her, using one knee to brace myself over her.
“Aren’t you cute, fishing for compliments.”
I lean down and claim her smart mouth. I kiss her like I own her, like I want to possess her.
It’s a need I’ve never felt before. This is nothing like the kisses I’m used to, which are only a stepping stone to sex, a means to an end.
I could kiss her all night, could keep my lips on some part of her body every minute and never get tired of it.
She loops her leg around my lower back, pulling me down to her, and as my body slides against hers, I know I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.
“I need to be closer to you,” she says, reaching her hand between us and grasping me. Her hand is satin as it glides along my sensitive skin. “I want you inside me.”
“You’re sure?”
She smiles. “Absolutely.”