Chapter Twenty-One #2
Sparks shot through me, an overload of sensation. The heat of his hand against my breast, the cool chocolate, the wash of his warm breath. His mouth dropping ever closer. So close.
I arched my back, my breast reaching for his mouth, my legs moving on his lap. Restless. Needy.
His face dropped out of my line of sight for an endless moment before his mouth closed around my nipple, sucking hard, licking at chocolate and skin, feasting on me. His hand closed around my breast, lifting it, serving me to him.
His fingers trailed along the inside of one knee, sliding up to touch me where I needed it the most.
I tried to be quiet. I tried so hard, but his name slipped out in a plea, a benediction.
“Knox. Oh, please, Knox.”
He lifted his head, his lids heavy with desire for me. His hand on my thigh moved higher. I parted my legs, rolling my hips, inviting him closer, deeper.
“Shhh, Lily.”
I sank my teeth into my lip, trying to keep my mouth shut. Anything so that Knox and I weren't interrupted. Anything for more of this. More of Knox.
“I love the way you taste,” he said against my skin. “I want more.”
“I think that's the chocolate,” I gasped, my breath hitching in my chest.
His lips moved against my nipple, sending shivers down my spine, a bolt of need straight between my legs. “It's not the chocolate. It's you.”
Knox pulled my other strap from my shoulder. My dress slid to my waist. Lifting my legs, he moved from the couch to the floor, stripping my dress over my hips, leaving me in nothing more than a white lace thong.
His voice rough, he said, “Lily, fuck. I'm glad I didn't know you were wearing this at dinner. I was half-hard just seeing you in this dress.”
I laughed, giddy at the idea of Knox getting hard seeing me in a sundress. I didn't know about that, but the sight of him in that white button-down definitely left my lace thong wet. He peeled the thong down my legs, a rush of heat hitting me at being naked while he was still fully dressed.
With anyone else, it would have been too vulnerable. Not with Knox. Never with Knox. All of a sudden, his hand was in front of my face. I blinked to see another chocolate. I'd forgotten about the chocolate. He ran the corner over my lower lip. “Open.”
I did and sank my teeth into the truffle. Buttery, sweet caramel melted across my tongue. I let the flavors dissolve, watching as he broke the candy in half and spread it across my other breast.
I thought I was ready when his mouth touched my skin. I wasn't. His lips closed over my nipple, feeding on flesh and chocolate and caramel, his tongue working hard to taste every scrap of sugar and me.
My head tipped back, I stared at the ceiling, every nerve winding tight, wanting to scream it felt so fucking good. So good. Better than my own hands, so much better than Trey even back when he used to try. No one had ever made me feel like this.
Knox's mouth on my breast was so distracting I almost missed his fingers between my legs. Searching, they found me slick and ready. His fingertips stroked over my opening, grazed my clit before painting me with the melting chocolate and caramel, coating my pussy in sweetness.
What was he…? He couldn't.
He wouldn't, would he?
His fingertip slid across my lower lip and I opened for him automatically, sucking hard, an explosion of sweetness and a trace of my own salt. I licked every bit from his fingers, my body trembling beneath him, my nerves, my senses wound so tight I thought I'd explode.
Licked clean, Knox pulled his fingers from my mouth, drawing a line down my body, over my collarbone, between my breasts, across my stomach to dip inside me, filling the tight, slick channel.
I sucked in a gasp at the sudden fullness, almost missing Knox sliding down my body to spread my legs with his shoulders.
Oh, oh, God, he was going to do it.
His mouth closed over my clit, feasting like he had at my breast, but this time, oh my God, this time, I smacked my hand over my mouth, biting into my palm to shut myself up.
The orgasm hit hard and fast, drowning me in bliss. Waves and waves of bliss. Knox didn't stop. He sucked at my clit, licked me, pulling with his lips and tongue until every bit of chocolate and caramel was gone.
Struggling for breath, boneless, I let my legs fall open further, unable to bring myself to move. I thought he was done. Just a second and I'd sit up, finally undo the buttons on that white shirt.
Knox was far from done. Pushing my thighs wider, he closed his mouth over me, his tongue diving deep, licking into me, the stubble on his upper lip teasing my clit.
That mouth. I came again, my body surging up, the orgasm taking me by surprise. His hands closed over my hips, holding me still as I tried to rock into him, away from him. I didn't even know.
My body was out of my control, short-circuited from so much pleasure. I'd never come twice in a day, much less twice in ten minutes.
I didn't think it was possible. I wasn't sure it was. Maybe I'd died after the first time I came. I'd heard of death by chocolate. Maybe this was death by orgasm.
My mind and body disconnected, I looked down between my breasts at Knox's dark head moving between my legs and thought that if I'd died, I must have done something right because this had to be heaven.