Page 79 of Without You

I choke out a laugh. “Oh, you would, huh?”

“Maybe sex God? How does that sound?”

“I don’t know if it applies to you or not. We haven’t gotten there yet.”

“Let’s remedy that, shall we? Starting with…” His lips are hot against my skin as they make a trail down my neck, giving my collarbone the attention it deserves, and over the swell of my breasts. With the tip of his nose, he nuzzles into my breasts then pulls the cup of my black lace bra down, exposing my entire breast to him. He sucks in a breath and I preen from where I lie, stretched out beneath him. He likes what he sees.

His tongue swirls around my hardened nipple, around and around. His hot breath surrounds it, his teeth nip at the tip, and he does the same to the other. I’m squirming beneath him, wanting more and less and needing more and less.

“Oh!” I cry out when he brings my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, massaging my other breast and tweaking the tip. My fingers pull on his hair and I thrash my head back and forth, surprised that I feel the beginnings of an orgasm already approaching and all he’s done is played with my breasts. “Holy crap,” I breathe out and wish I hadn’t because I need all the air in my lungs that I can get right now. I’m having a seriously hard time breathing normally.

“Sensitive,” he says, not leaving his assignment of Give Katie the biggest orgasm in her life and get her to the point where she will no doubt scream so loudly only dogs will hear her. He’s going to get an A+. I just know it. He might even earn some extra credit on this assignment.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Very,” I moan.

“Mmm,” he hums.

“Oh! Oh. Do that again.”

“What did I do?”

“When you hummed against my skin, it sent a tingling vibration.”

“Hmm. Wonder if it works in other places?” he asks, lifting his head to look up at me.

I look down and lick my lips. His eyes are twinkling, his lips are swollen from the excellent work he’s doing on me, but what gets me the most is how incredibly turned on he looks.

“I suppose we’ll have to spend time doing some extensive research.”

“Works for me. Maybe we should turn our phones off so we don’t get interrupted?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I giggle. “That has seemed to be our MO, huh?”

“For sure.”

He grabs his phone from his pants pocket and turns it off, tossing it on his nightstand. “Mine is still in my purse which was dropped somewhere in the kitchen, I think, and the ringer is turned off so I’m not even going to worry about it. There’s no way I’m getting out of your bed for at least… twenty-four hours.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Screw all our responsibilities, right?”

“Screw something…”

“Ohhh…” I moan when he wraps his arm around my back, unhooks my bra, and throws it over his shoulder.

Before he rises up on his knees to work on my pants, he takes in his undressing abilities and gives my breasts more attention now that the pesky bra isn’t in the way. I arch my back, pressing myself deeper into his mouth, and he groans.

Reaching between us, we both get to work on buttons and zippers and jeans that are way too tight (mine) for them to come off easily but we make it work. Now in only our underwear, he pulls me to sit up then plants our feet on the floor next to the bed.

“Stand up.”

“What? Why?”

“I want to see you. All of you. Top to bottom.”

I laugh nervously. “Are you being serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” he asks.

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