“Don’t stop. Please.” And there it was, I was begging.
“I don’t plan to.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and lowered them to the floor before kicking them off along with his sneakers.
Lord in heaven. If I’d known about how delicious the sight of his naked body would be, I’d have ripped his clothes off a lot sooner.
“Get over here.”
He chuckled softly. “Bossy, aren’t you.”
“Only when I have to be.”
I reached out and loosely curled my hand around his impressive erection and stroked from root to tip and back again. He uttered a curse beneath his breath. Now it was my turn to tease and torture him.
“I like how you feel in my hand.”
“I love how I feel in your hand,” he said, his voice raspy.
“Then you’ll love how you feel in my mouth even more.” I dropped to my knees and flicked the tip of my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the drop of precum beading there.
“Christ.” Keegan flexed his hips and groaned. I licked the underside of his shaft, tracing the tip of my tongue up and down.
“You taste even better than you smell.”
He gazed down. His eyes hooded and glassy. “Keep tasting.”
“I think I will.” I sucked him deep, corkscrewing my tongue around, and dug my nails into his thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks.
He wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged. “You were right. I do love how I feel in your mouth.”
I hummed my reply and continued to suck, running my hands up and down and around his legs, grabbing his ass, cupping his balls. Lust pulsed through me. The desire tingling my skin tensed my muscles and demanded a body-melting, heart-stopping orgasm.
I looked up. He watched me intently.
I tugged his balls and was rewarded with a groan. “You have no idea how sexy it is watching you suck me off. But if you don’t stop, this’ll be over way too soon.” He eased out of my mouth, curled his fingers around his shaft, and tapped the head off my lips. I ached to feel his cock hit off my nipples, my clit, to have him drag the tip all over my skin.
“Lay on the bed and spread your legs,” he instructed.
“Who’s being bossy now?” I lay down and did what he asked.
He massaged his hands up my legs and swiped his thumbs over the sensitive skin at the V of my thighs. “Perfect.”
I laughed. “I’m glad you approve.”
“I more than approve.” He leaned over and splayed a hand on the mattress by my shoulder, and slowly lowered his mouth to the center of my breasts. My nipples drew tighter. My breathing faster.
Wanting.
Waiting.
Aching.
He molded a hand around my breast and caressed and kneaded. My pulse thundered, and a fever scorched my skin, bathing me in a light sheen of sweat.
The pillow barricade had been a big mistake. One I would never repeat. Tonight, nothing would separate us, and when the fire in the hearth smoldered and died, we would create our own heat beneath the covers.
He moved his hand lower and cupped my mound, the heel of his hand massaging my swollen clit, his fingertips stroking my slick folds. I writhed and squirmed beneath his touch, and when he slipped two fingers inside me, the room spun, and a fog of desire filled my brain. Nothing else mattered or existed. Not Shane. Not Barb. Not Violet.
“You want more?” he asked, moving his fingers slowly, agonizingly.
“I want to feel your skin on mine.” Unafraid to show him what I wanted, I slowly rode his fingers, flexing my hips, bowing my back.
“Soon.” Over and over, he eased his fingers from me and circled them around my entrance. A gasp fell from my lips, and I arched my body, doing my best to force him to go deeper, harder. “Ready to feel me inside you?”
“God, yes, so ready. I’ve never been more ready.”
He chuckled. “Sorry. Not yet.”
“I hate you.” And at that moment, I might have meant it.
Using the pad of his thumb, he traced small concentric circles around my clit. The waves of my orgasm built slow and steady, gaining strength and intensity with every rotation of his thumb. But I didn’t want to come. Not yet. I wanted to feel my walls clamp around his cock. Feel the weight of his body pressing down on mine.
“I need to taste you,” he said.
I grinned. “Since I tasted you, I guess it’s only fair.” I balanced myself on my forearms and watched as he settled himself between my spread thighs.
The second his tongue touched my clit, I cried out.
He clamped his lips over the sensitive nub, scraping the edge of his teeth against me, bringing me to the brink but not allowing me to fall no matter how much my body strained and twisted.
The sheer relief of having his hot mouth on me was like something I’d waited for my entire life but didn’t know I had until now.
He feasted on me. Explored me. Devoured me.
“You taste like sin. I could do this all day.” He lashed the tip of his tongue back and forth and around and around.
I curled my fingers through his hair and held him close, allowing him no escape, and even though I knew he could overpower me if he wanted to, my body demanded I take what I needed.
Instinctively, my hips rocked, searching, seeking, needing. He eased a finger and then another into me, curling them, twisting them, pressing them against my engorged walls. My hips picked up speed, and his fingers matched their pace, feeding the flames of my oncoming orgasm. I dug my fingers
