Needing to move things along slightly, I lift my hands behind me, ready to remove my bra, but the second they move, he sits forward, gently wrapping his fingers around them.
“No,” he whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. I tense, thinking that he’s saying no to all of this, but I soon relax when he speaks again. “I undress you, Tiny.”
“Oh,” falls from my lips, but it’s no more than a sigh of anticipation.
Flipping us once more, I land on my back with Spike straddling my body. When he lowers this time, his lips don’t find my own. Instead, they go straight for my neck.
He kisses down until he hits my collarbone before licking back up again.
“Mmm…” he murmurs. “You taste like heaven.” His words have heat pooling between my thighs, and I can’t help squirming in an attempt to relieve the pressure.
It’s a move he doesn’t miss, and when he lifts I find that satisfied smirk firmly in place.
I only get to appreciate it for a flash, because no sooner have I recognised it then he’s moved.
His soft lips kiss down my chest until he licks around the lace edging of my bra.
“Spike, please,” I beg, arching my back and offering myself to him.
The slow pace he’s setting is fucking killing me.
His eyes lock on mine as he tucks a finger inside the lace and tugs until he exposes my breast.
I hold his stare until he wraps his lips around my nipple. All I can do as the sensation overwhelms me is to throw my head back and moan in pleasure.
This has been a long time coming. I need him to take me, possess me, own me more than I need my next breath.
“Yes,” I cry out when he gives the other the same attention. “More, please. More.”
His hand slips around my back and makes quick work of the clasp of my bra before pulling the scrap of fabric from my body. The second it’s gone, it’s like he’s everywhere.
One of his huge hands palms and squeezes my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers while his mouth goes to town on the other.
He licks, kisses, sucks and nips at every inch of skin, driving me to insanity.
“Fuck, I need you. Please,” I groan, my fingers sliding into his hair in an attempt to push him lower.
“What do you need?” he asks, flashing a look up at me. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“You. Between my thighs,” I manage to get out between my already heaving breaths.
“Fuuuuck.”
He drops lower, kissing down my stomach and dipping his tongue into my belly button. Tingles fill my body as my temperature soars for what’s about to happen.
After popping the button on my skirt, Spike wraps his fingers around the fabric and tugs it over my hips.
The scratch of fabric on my over-sensitive skin only adds to my desperation.
The second I’m naked, he pauses.
His eyes burn a trail over me and I get a flicker of panic that reality has hit him and that this is over at almost the last hurdle.
Needing to do something just in case he’s about to realise this has already gone too far, I bend my knees, planting my feet firmly on the bed while parting my knees.
Immediately, his gaze drops to my core.
“Fucking hell, Tiny. You’re playing with fire.”
“That’s good, because I really like getting burned.” I’ve barely got the words out before he’s on his knees at the end of the bed and dragging me toward him.
The second I’m right in front of him, he dives for me.
I’m already embarrassingly wet for this man, but the moment he presses his tongue against me and I get the sight of his gorgeous face framed by my thighs, more floods me.
He groans, the rumble of his deep voice vibrating up my spine and pushing me closer to a release that I’m desperate for but equally not ready for. I need this to go on for longer than I fear I’m going to be able to hold out for.
His tongue licks slowly, circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure that has my hands shooting out so I can hold him to me.
“Oh fuck, Spike,” I cry when he ups the speed a little and begins teasing my entrance with his finger. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, desperate for him to slide it deep inside and to find that magical spot. I’ve no doubt he will; I know all about his reputation from the girls at the club, and fuck if I don’t need a bit of that right now.
“You’re addictive, Tiny,” he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice doing crazy things to me.
“Please,” I practically beg as he continues teasing my body, holding me just on the edge of what I know is going to be the mind-numbing release and escape from the world that I really need, if only for a few seconds.
“You’re impatient when you’re horny.”
“I’m always impatient.” My grip on his hair tightens until I’m sure I’m about to start pulling lengths out.
He must sense my warning, because he plunges two fingers deep inside me, and in what feels like only a blink of an eye, he’s caressing that magical spot.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my release races to the forefront.
“Come, Kas,” he demands, his face still firmly between my thighs.
His tongue continues to lick at me as I detonate beneath his touch.
My body locks up as pleasure so intense seems to hit me from every angle. I feel it right to the tips of my fingers.
He doesn’t let up until the pleasure drains from my body.
Releasing my grip on his hair, he pulls away from me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looks up at me through his lashes, his eyes impossibly dark, hair falling onto his face and lips swollen as his chest heaves.
Fuck.
Aftershocks from my orgasm awaken from the sight alone.
I don’t
