Chapter 19 #2
Her breasts sat full in the cups, the lace barely holding them, and in the dim light from that one obscure lamp, her nipple rings glistened through the fabric like they had been waiting on me all night.
Her mouth looked wet and sweet, gloss still shining on those pretty lips.
Her eyes stayed on mine, hungry enough to make my chest tighten.
“Damn.”
Her lashes lowered.
That little bit of shyness tried to show itself, but the hunger was stronger.
My hands found her waist, and I kissed her hard enough to move her back a step.
She made a soft sound into my mouth, and that was all the permission my patience needed to die.
I kissed her deeper, one hand sliding up her back, the other gripping her soft hip while her nails dragged over my shoulders and to the back of my head.
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth.
She whimpered.
“Been looking like this all night,” I said against her mouth.
“You liked the dress.”
“I liked what was under it.”
Her laugh barely made it out before I kissed down her jaw and found her neck.
She smelled like perfume and heat. Like flowers and want and Imani trying to hold herself together for public consumption. I put my mouth on the side of her throat and sucked, slow at first, then harder when her head tipped back and her nails grazed my scalp.
“Oh God.”
That was better.
Her back hit the wall beside the lamp, and the little table rattled. Somewhere behind us, a box shifted like it had an opinion.
I didn’t care.
I cupped both of her breasts, feeling the lace scrape my palms, feeling the tight points of her nipples and the metal through the fabric.
Her breath started breaking while I played with her through the bra, thumbs circling, pressing, teasing until her hips rolled forward looking for relief I had not given her yet.
“So sensitive,” I murmured.
Her eyes were half-closed. “Baby.”
That nearly took me out.
I pulled one cup down and her breast spilled into my hand, full and warm, nipple hard, ring shining. I lowered my mouth and fed on her, sucking deep enough to make her knees soften.
“Please.”
I smiled against her skin. “Please what?”
Her nails pressed into my head. “Don’t stop.”
So I didn’t.
I gave that breast everything she asked for, tongue circling the ring before I tugged it gently with my teeth. Her whole body jerked.
“Ah, fuck.”
“That do something to you?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
She looked down at me, mouth open, eyes bright and a little helpless.
“My pussy.”
I kissed the center of her chest, then pulled the other cup down and took my time with that nipple too.
She shivered as soon as my tongue touched her, hips pushing forward again, breath coming faster while I tugged the ring and sucked until she was holding my head like she wanted to keep me there and climb out of her own skin at the same time.
My hand slid down her stomach. Over soft skin. Past the little tremor in her belly.
Down to the front of her panties.
The plum lace was warm.
Damp.
My fingers rubbed over her through it, slow enough to make her curse under her breath.
“You wet in these pretty panties?”
She swallowed hard.
I pressed two fingers against her clit through the lace.
Her head hit the wall. “Andre.”
That name, like that, went straight through me.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes.”
I rubbed her again, watching her face.
Her lips parted, glossy and swollen from my kisses. Her eyes were hungry, but they were starting to lose focus too. That was one of my favorite things about Imani. How much attitude she could hold until her body got honest. Then all that control got soft around the edges.
I pushed the lace against her pussy and moved my fingers in a slow circle.
She grabbed my wrist.
“Dre, please.”
I pulled back.
She whimpered like I had done something terrible.
I laughed under my breath. “Impatient.”
Her eyes opened. “You started it.”
“I’m about to finish it too.”
I kissed her once, then dropped to my knees.
Her breathing changed.
I looked up at her, standing over me in that plum lace and those boots, breasts half out of her bra, nipple rings catching the low light, mouth wet, eyes dark.
“You know how good you look right now?”
She shook her head.
“You should.”
I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties and dragged them down slow. Over her hips. Down her thighs. Past the tops of those plum boots. She stepped out of them, and I held the lace in my hand for a second, already ruined and warm from her body.
I brought them to my nose.
Her lips parted.
I breathed her in and almost lost my mind.
“Damn, Mani.”
She pressed back against the wall, embarrassed and turned on enough to make both of us worse.
“You smell so sweet.”
“Baby…”
I looked up at her. “What?”
Her throat worked, but whatever she had planned to say left her when I leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh. Then the other.
I lifted one of her legs and hooked it over my shoulder.
Her hand flew to the wall.
“Hold on,” I said.
Then I put my mouth on her.
Her cry snapped through the apartment.
Good.
I wanted the boxes to hear it. The unfinished walls. The shoes with no system. Every piece of her life still waiting to be arranged. I wanted all of it to know I was here now, on my knees in her home, eating her like this was where my mouth had always belonged.
She was soaked.
Open and soft and hot on my tongue.
I licked through her slow once, collecting her, tasting all that sweetness she had been carrying under plum lace since Phipps. My eyes closed before I could stop them.
“Damn,” I muttered against her. “You taste so good.”
Her fingers slid over my scalp again, nails grazing.
I gave her more.
My tongue pushed inside her, and she jerked against my mouth, leg tightening over my shoulder. I held her hip with one hand and brought the other between her thighs, teasing her clit with my fingers while I fucked her with my tongue.
“Oh my God.”
That worked.
“Right there.”
That worked better.
I hummed against her, and her body folded forward, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other sliding to the back of my head. Her hips started moving, small at first, then needier, riding my mouth while I kept my tongue deep and my fingers light enough to torture her.
She was making sounds now. Not only my name.
Soft cries. Broken curses. Little helpless prayers. Baby. Please. Right there. Don’t stop. Sounds that told me where she was better than words ever could.
I pulled back only long enough to swallow.
Her taste sat on my tongue, sweet and warm and so damn familiar my chest pulled tight.
I went back for more.
This time, I sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her leg shook over my shoulder.
“Fuck, baby.”
I stroked two fingers through all that wetness and pushed them inside her while my mouth stayed on her clit. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, greedy and hot, trying to pull me deeper. I curled them, found what I wanted, and watched her start to come apart against the wall.
“That’s it,” I said against her. “Give it to me.”
Her body writhed, hips bucking into my mouth, nails scraping my scalp as pleasure took her. She came with her back against the wall, one leg over my shoulder, pussy pulsing around my fingers while I kept my mouth on her and drank everything she gave me.
I didn’t stop until she pushed weakly at my head.
“Wait,” she gasped.
I kissed her swollen clit once more because she tasted too good to leave alone.