Chapter 20
“Take off your shirt,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, darts forward, and tugs at my shirt. In a flash, she pulls it over my head. Her eagerness to strip me sends a hot charge down my chest, on a beeline for my cock. She tosses the shirt on the floor, and I set my glasses on the corner table.
“You’re so hot, Nick,” she says, then smiles guiltily. “I said that last night. I must sound like a broken record.”
“Say it again. I love hearing it from you.”
She leans forward and places her hands on my chest. I shudder, and my eyes close. I want to savor this moment when she touches my naked chest for the first time. My breathing intensifies as her nails trace over my pecs, along the outline of the tiger.
“I love looking at you,” she whispers. “When I checked out your tattoo on my phone, I wanted to touch it.”
My eyes snap open at this admission that she was attracted to me over the summer. “You did? Back then?”
She nods, dragging her nails down my chest to my abs. “Is this okay?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine, her question reminding me of the score. We might have a connection, but I’m here because she wants to learn what she likes, and what guys like.
“Yes,” I say, as her fingers trace lines between the grooves of my abs. “You’re doing great.”
“I remember lying back on this couch that night and opening my pictures, zooming in on that one. I ran my finger over the screen, thinking about how I’d touched you briefly in the park, just for fun.
I loved the way you felt, even for those few seconds.
All I wanted was to touch you again. To know if you’d like .
. . this,” she says, running her hands across my waist now. Pure pleasure floods my brain.
“I do like it.” I want to exist in this moment for a little while longer as her soft, talented fingers explore my body. I want to be her playground. But the more she touches me, the more vulnerable I become, and the more I can see myself feeling something deeper for her.
I reach for her shirt and pull it over her head.
My dick practically begs for freedom now, mad as hell and banging on the jail bars.
Her breasts are one layer of black satin away from me.
She unhooks her bra, and I stare, a groan rumbling up my chest. Her breasts are sublime.
They’re not big. They’re not small. They’re just perfect.
Creamy skin and rosy nipples, tipped up and calling for my mouth.
I dip my head to her chest, and suck on each delicious peak as my hands travel to her thighs.
“I’m going to spend a lot of time getting to know these beauties, but right now, I need my mouth between your legs.” My fingers roam up her thighs to her wet, hot center.
“Nick,” she starts, nerves racing back into her voice. “I’ve never come like that before.”
Those are my favorite words to hear. Little excites me more than the uncharted terrain of a woman’s orgasm, especially this woman.
The chance to be the first to taste that sweet moment of shattering is like a winning lottery ticket.
Out of nowhere, a possessiveness curls through me, and I want to be the only one to know this part of her.
I want her pleasure to belong to me, and only me.
“Well, that’s about to change, isn’t it?”
She smiles, and it’s a wicked sort of grin, full of carnal delight. “This is what I thought about the first night we sexted,” she says, and I burn up all over, the red-hot memory slamming back into me as she confirms what I suspected she was up to.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off to eating your pussy.” I brush my fingertips along her thighs. “But there’s one thing I need you to do as I go down on you.”
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, breathless, as if she’s eager for my direction.
“When you really like something I do, when it makes you want to beg for it, you need to tell me, okay?” She nods.
“I know you love to say dirty things, and I want to hear them all. The more you give in to your own turn-ons, the more you’ll enjoy every single second of what I’m going to do to you, and the harder you’ll come. ”
She nods several times now. “Coming hard sounds pretty damn good.”
“Oh, believe me, it will be so fucking good for both of us. Let me give you some suggestions. Off the top of my head,” I say drily, and she giggles, “you can say things like, that feels so good, or I’m going to fuck your face, Nick, or I’m going to come so fucking hard all over your face.”
Her eyes light up, twinkling with pure naughtiness. I brush a kiss along the inside of a thigh.
She quivers. I like that response.
I kiss a path up her leg, the intoxicating scent of her arousal growing stronger. I rub my face against her, letting her feel the bristles on her smooth skin.
“That,” she moans, low and long. “I like that.”
I grin as I slide my hands under her ass, cupping those luscious cheeks.
“That, too,” she says on a quick gasp.
I squeeze her rear. “Then tell me if you like this,” I say, and I just can’t wait any more. I kiss her pussy, and she bucks against me.
“Oh God, yes!”
Best answer ever.
I flick my tongue against her, then lick a long, delicious line down her pink flesh then back up, drawing her clit between my lips and sucking. She groans. “I like everything. Your tongue, your face, your lips,” she whispers in a broken pant. “So much.”
And so do I. I’m turned on beyond anything I’ve ever experienced as I kiss her sweet, hot center.
I swear I’m drinking her, lapping her wetness, and she’s all over me.
She’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever had, and she gets me even higher as her fingers slide into my hair.
She curls them tightly around my head, holding on.
She floods my tongue, and lust pounds mercilessly in my body as I eat her.
Her taste is addictive. She’s better, so much infinitely better than she was in my dirty dreams. She’s all real, all wet, all heat as she rocks against my face.
She grips me tighter, thrusts harder, and I lick, suck, kiss, and devour her delicious pussy.
I can tell she’s almost there. I can tell by the way her legs fall open.
By how much wetter she gets with each stroke of my tongue.
By those wild sounds falling from her mouth.
It takes all of my strength to pull away for a second to remind her.
“Tell me. Tell me what you like,” I growl, then return to her.
That’s when she lets go. She clutches my hair, wraps her legs tightly around my neck, and fucks, and fucks, and fucks. “I’m going to fuck your face,” she cries out. As soon as those filthy words fall from her lips, she’s there. “Oh God, I’m going to come so hard on you.”
And she does, on my lips, my tongue, my mouth, my jaw. My face is just buried in her as she pulses around me, so wet, so crazed, and, I hope, so fucking satisfied.
That about describes me to a T, too. So fucking satisfied, especially as I watch her come down from her high.
Her lips part, her breath is fast, and she drags one hand through her hair, the other over those gorgeous tits.
This is an image I could jack off to over and over—Harper, high on my mouth, not an ounce of self-consciousness as she touches herself while floating down.
Come to think of it, I take a mental snapshot. I’m totally going to draw this image later. Don’t judge. I’ve only been obsessed with capturing a woman’s O face since, well, forever. And hers is like the holy grail.
So I decide to make it a double. Without giving her a chance to protest—not that she would—my lips are on her again, and just like that, she’s moaning, groaning, and writhing into me once more, flying into another orgasm in mere minutes.
Judging from her wild sounds and her crazed cries, this one was just as good as the last. When I look up at her, she seems lost in a world of bliss.
Excellent.
I press my lips to her thigh, giving her a soft, gentle kiss, then I toe off my shoes and join her on the couch, lifting her feet onto it so we’re lying down, tangled up together.
I pull her close to me, my arm wrapped around her as she breathes hard.
“I think I’m going to call you Princess Come-A-Lot now. That work for you?”
She flashes me a woozy smile. “As long as you keep earning the right to call me that.”
I pretend to doff a top hat. “I am dedicated to your service.” Tugging her closer, I kiss her temple. “Wait. You don’t mind that I kissed you after I did that? I’m kind of covered in you right now.”
A light laugh falls from her lips. “I pretty much gripped your face and locked your head in a vise until I came all over your beard, and you think I mind that you’re kissing me?”
“When you put it like that . . .”
She shifts in my arms, then her eyes darken. “Kiss me again,” she whispers, low and dirty.
I oblige, all too happy to have my lips anywhere on her.
I groan as she takes control of the kiss, her lips hunting me, her tongue searching my mouth.
She is ravenous, and she kisses me like I’m her dinner, and holy fuck, it makes me delirious.
Her hands are on my shoulders, and she pins me, pressing her deliciously naked body to my side.
Her skin is so warm, and her lips are so greedy.
Her hand slinks down my chest, her nails running through the hair on my pecs, and in seconds her hand is on my jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, and scooting them down.
I’m helpless to resist. Not that I want to, mind you. She shoves my jeans to my knees then off. In a heartbeat she breaks the kiss and stares at me stretched out on her couch.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, her tone an accusation.
“What?” I ask, confused. “Tell you what?”
She curls her soft fingers around my hard shaft, and I hiss out a breath. “Fuck,” I groan, as she touches my dick.
“That you were packing this kind of heat,” she says, grinning.