“Yes,” I murmured, pushing myself into him. I wanted so much fucking more.
“I want more. I want you to make me feel so good, I can’t even stand it.” My voice
was hurried and lustful, and I didn’t wait another second before launching from the
bed and claiming Darren’s lips for my own.
I kissed him with more passion than I thought I had in me. I locked my arms
around his neck, pulling him to me, but it was more me pulling myself to him.
Darren’s mouth met mine with just as much ferocity, and the moment he parted
his lips, my tongue dove in, being the first to conquer and claim all it could touch.
Darren moaned into my mouth, pressing himself harder into me before he finally
lifted us up, turned and laid himself face up on the bed.
My legs straddled either side of his thickly muscled torso, my hands gripping his
shirt while Darren’s gripped my hips, keeping me in place. When I got the message,
Darren’s hands traveled higher, clutching the hem of my sweater and yanking it up
over my head where it was tossed unceremoniously to the floor. When it was gone, I
dipped back down to continue kissing him like I suddenly couldn’t get enough of
his lips on mine. Never breaking our kiss, his hands inched around my back,
unclasping my bra with a small pinch of his fingers where it followed the same fate
of my sweater.
The moment my breasts were bare, Darren gripped my sides and lifted my chest
toward his face, giving him all the access he needed to take my aching nipples into
his hot, wet mouth. I gasped aloud, a moan not far behind as Darren’s mouth
sucked and tongued at my pebbled flesh, making the pressure in my clit pulse with
more need than ever before. His free hand palmed my other neglected breast,
squeezing and kneading, eliciting more moans from my mouth.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and I suddenly realized he was still clothed.
That wouldn’t do. Not after what I had just admitted. My hands snaked over his
wide chest to begin pulling at his sweater, inching it up from under me until he got
tired of my struggles. Launching his upper body off the bed at me, his kept an arm
around my waist to keep me from falling off before reaching back and pulling his
sweater and attached t-shirt up over his head, revealing all that hard muscle
underneath.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked huskily as the sweater and t-shirt joined
my own clothes.
“Yes, thank you,” I breathed and went back to kissing him.
He kissed me back, groaning as my hands traveled up and down his torso, my
fingers running over each hard line of his abdomen before sliding back up to his
deliciously smooth chest. Laying himself back down, Darren gripped my hips and
pulled them closer to his chest, his strong fingers digging into the stretchy material
of my leggings. It only took him a second to rip the stitching apart to reveal the
bare and swollen flesh between my legs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Darren groaned and then lifted my hips to place my aching slit
right over his waiting mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as his tongue began assaulting my clit.
A swift smack on my ass followed, jerking me from my moment of
transgression. Darren swallowed my clit whole, and the small flame now burning in
the cheek of my ass only further enticed me, making me burn all over. I gripped the
top of the wooden headboard, my Christmas clad nails ready to pop off at any
moment if I dug any harder, but I desperately needed something to hold. Darren’s
tongue continued to lap at my entire slit, flicking it in all the right places until I
thought I was going melt into his mouth and drown him.
My breathing increased, my blood rushed, and if I didn’t calm myself down, I’d
be dizzy with pleasure. But that was technically what I asked for, wasn’t it? I could
feel my release coming, ready to burst at any moment, yet somehow Darren knew.
He always knew. The bastard could read my own body better than I could. And he
loved to torture me with that knowledge because as I bucked and jerked from the
impending pleasure, he slowed his tongue to a teasingly slow pace. I could have
punched him.
“Darren!” I cried out, my voice agitated and thick with lust as I pleaded with him
to finish me.
“You said until you can’t stand it,” he hissed, his tongue dragging agonizingly
slow through my folds.
“And I’m there!” I nearly shouted, my back arching from the torture.
“I’m not even close to finished,” he murmured hungrily. He had me going, and
now, he wanted to take his time. Well, fine.
