Chapter 19 Mile Nineteen #3
He slides me off his lap. Before I can whimper my protest, his mouth is on me. His heavy body presses me into the bed. Like a ravenous animal, he devours. It’s messy. It’s rough. It’s almost everything I want from this man. For him to be undone by his need for me, mirroring my own desire for him.
“Garrett…please fuck me…please.” Raking my fingers into his hair, I grind against him in hopes of finding my own relief. The ache pulsing at my center threatens to consume me.
“Not yet, baby…but I will take care of you. I promise.” His fingers slide beneath my sleep shorts and stroke over the tuft of hair along my pussy. “Fuck… Are you not wearing panties?” His question is tight, as if in pain.
“Correct.” I nip at his lips.
“Just kissing… Just kissing…” It’s almost a mantra accompanying his mouth’s march down my body. Spreading my legs, he presses his mouth to my center through the barrier of my shorts. “You’re so wet already.”
“Gar—rett,” I whine with his tongue’s tease of my clit through the fabric.
It’s the most decadent torture. His mouth on me, but not quite. My body begs for release, while praying it never comes. The sensation of his mouth on me, even through my sleep shorts, sets me on fire. I may die from this, and what a way to go.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” His voice is wicked.
“Yes,” I whine.
“Maybe…” He grips my waistband. “I could tip you over the edge.”
“Yes!” Relief fills me as he drags my shorts down.
“Spread your legs wide for me.”
I do as he says. Legs wide, his stare is focused on my pussy.
Cool air kisses against my sensitive core.
I’ve never been this exposed with someone.
With Chase, most of our clothes remained on, even during sex.
It was the frenzied fuck that Garrett didn’t want.
It wasn’t this—indulgent, reverent, and wanton.
“Look at you…” He kisses me. “You’re so sexy, baby. Cheeks flushed. Eyes glossy with need. Cunt dripping for me.”
“Oh…” I make a mewling sound.
With a throaty growl, he dips his head between my legs. My entire body seizes with pleasure from his unhurried lick along my seam. His slow pace coils that pressure so tight that I may break into a million pieces.
Chest heaving, I grip the comforter for any sense of purchase. Like a feral creature, he squeezes me tighter, lifting my hips and sucking at my clit like it’s the last scrap of food he’ll ever have.
I may burn alive from the fire combusting inside me. Every muscle is taut. Promised release trembles my limbs.
“Fuck!” Climax slams through me.
“That’s my girl.” He soothes his fingers along my thighs.
Still shaking, he pulls me into his arms, pressing me against his sweat-coated chest. His hands trace up and down my spine. Waves of contentment waft off him. Boneless and sated, I nuzzle into him.
“I think I like just kissing with you.” Tipping my head up to him, I swear I can see the smug expression that I imagine rests on his face. Licking my lips, I dance my fingers down the dusting of hair leading from his belly button to the top of his jeans.
“Jensen.” An arched brow is audible in how he says my name.
I answer him with a deep kiss, my essence still on his lips. “Just kissing, remember?” My tongue skates down his torso. “You know what to say”—I pop the button on his jeans—“if you want me to stop.”
He remains quiet. My gaze locked on his head’s outline in the dim light, I drag down his zipper.
He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull his jeans and boxer briefs past his knees.
Despite my recent orgasm, need heats my blood with this power.
I’m drunk with the idea that this strong man is falling apart at my touch.
“Fuck,” he moans. His thick shaft jerks under my fingers.
“Don’t worry, baby. My hands are just to help guide me. I remember our rules.” With a sultry grin, I press a chaste kiss to the tip. “I’ll only use my mouth. Just kissing, remember.”
I lick down the veiny shaft before I close my mouth over him. Inch by inch, I take him deeper—sucking and lathing my tongue around him. The experience awakens my other senses. His saltiness fills my taste buds. His moans sing in my ears. His steely hardness is silky in my mouth.
“Look at you. So sexy with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” His fingers tangle into my hair.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, sucking him a little harder.
The sting of his fingers tugging my hair urges me on. Relaxing my throat, I take him as deep as I can.
“Christ… You need…to stop or I’m gonna… Oh god…”
His unraveling will be my undoing. I press my thighs together, desire winding tight at the power I have to cause this man to fall apart. The pressure spools tight as if it’s his mouth on me, and not mine on his.
“I’m going…to come.”
Releasing him, I look up. “It’s okay…I want it,” I pant.
“Fuck…you’re perfect.” He brushes the hair from my face.
With a sensual smile, I pump him once, twice before I take him in my mouth again.
It doesn’t take long before he breaks. His guttural “Fuck, baby,” rings in my ears as I drink him up.
Despite my body’s pulse for release, satisfaction drips through me.
This strong man lies panting and sated because of me. It’s an elixir that makes me tipsy.
Scooping me up, he claims my mouth. Our shared tastes blend in a salty sweetness.
“Look at you.” He runs his thumb over my lips. “All blissed out, but still needy.” He trails his hands down my body. “Does my greedy girl want more?”
“Garrett.” Desire licks up my spine with his slow caress between my legs. “What happened to…just kissing?”
He strokes languid circles against my clit. “I think you deserve an extra treat. Just a little taste to tide you over. I told you I was going to take care of you.”
“Oh god.” My back arches as he slips a finger inside me.
Slow and deliberate, he pushes deeper into me.
Cradled in his arms, he fucks me with his finger while murmuring sweet words into my ears about how good I feel and how gorgeous I am.
His tenderness ensconces me in the sensation of just being adored like the queen he teases that I am.
His unhurried ministrations seem as much for me as for him.
The pleasure coursing through me is mirrored in the energy wafting off him.
This isn’t just about getting me ready for him. This is about both our pleasure.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he murmurs, pushing a second finger inside me.
“Sorry.” I wince just a bit, my body adjusting to him.
“Don’t apologize for that.” He presses a tender kiss to my temple. “It just means I get to take my time with you. Making you come over and over before sinking into you.” He rubs my clit with his thumb. “We’ll go slow but let me know if it’s too much.”
“It’s good… I’m good…” I breathe, moving my hips against his working fingers.
“You’re perfect.” He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, our tongues meeting in a long embrace.
The gentle caresses and deepening thrusts guide me closer to the edge. With the crook of his fingers inside me, I fall. The waves of climax slam away my ability to do anything but cling to him.
“I’ve got you.” He takes my mouth in a tender kiss. Its heat soothes the aftershocks of orgasm, bringing me back to reality. A reality with this man.
“And I’ve got you.” I raise my hand to his cheek.