Page 56 of Meet Hate Love
Hands were everywhere, touching, kneading, pulling. I’d never felt so starved for a man in my life, and while I desperately fought for a reason to stop this, I failed miserably. At the moment, nothing seemed like a good enough excuse. I wasn’t sure it ever would.
“Promise,” I said between kisses as he backed me toward the bed. Because the bed was where this was leading. “That things won’t get weird between us.”
“Things have always been weird between us.”
I reached for the hem of his shirt. My fingers brushed his warm, hard stomach. “But they can’t get weirder.”
“Okay.” He helped me pull his shirt over his head before crushing his lips against mine again. “And you have to promise me something.” He went for the zip on my dress, and holy shit, I was really about to do something with him.
“Depends…”
Air hit my back as the fabric parted. His hands swept to my shoulders, slowly peeling the material away until it puddled around my ankles. “This can’t be a one-time deal.” His lips were on my jaw, my throat. “I don’t do that.” He tugged my thong down my thighs. “Not with you.”
His lips went to my ear. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about having you just...” Teeth nipping. Tongue caressing. “Like.” Finger right fucking there. “This.”
The back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. Then he sank to his knees in front of me. Life was about experiences and what I wanted to experience right then was him doing exactly what he was doing.
I raked my fingers through his thick hair when his finger brushed the juncture of my thigh. “Funny,” I breathed. “I’ve wanted you just like—” But a deep moan swallowed the last word when his warm lips landed on my clit.
“Like what?” His hot breaths teased my sensitive skin.
“That.” God, it felt so good. “Just like…” My knees threatened to buckle when his tongue swept over my slit. “That.”
“Fuck, you taste good.” He grabbed my ankle and lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his shoulder to give him better access.
I balled the sheets in my fist on a moan when he spread me open and flicked his tongue over my clit, slowly, diligently. Every few licks, he groaned and mumbled, “Fuck” like he was so into this, so intome.
My muscles coiled, my body verging right on the blissful edge as my back arched away from the mattress. Then, right when I was about to come, he stopped.
He’d fucking stopped!
I glanced down, taking a mental snapshot of him smirking between my open thighs, lips glistening with my moisture. “What are you doing?” I panted, ready to shove his face right back down there and ride it if I had to.
“You were about to come.”
Congratulations, genius… “Yes. I was. And then you st—”
Heat enveloped me again when he pressed his mouth on me, sucking my clit between his lips. “I’m not ready for you to come,” he said, the vibrations of his voice taking it to the next level.
“Oh, fuck…”
I thrust against his warm mouth, my fingers diving into his thick hair, my foot digging into his shoulder as I chased the orgasm threatening to ruin me for any other man.
He nipped at my clit while burying his fingers deep inside me and sending a final jolt through me. “You’ve got a greedy little pussy...”
I tugged on his hair and lost all inhibition. My hips bucked against his mouth. I didn’t care how loud the moans falling from my lips were or that his name was strung up between them. He’d reduced me to primal urges with a flick of his tongue. To a savage, desperately chasing the release only he could give.
Heat spread from my thighs, tension twisting so tight it felt like I’d snap in two. And then it all released like a supernova.
I closed my eyes and dragged my hands down my face. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fucking fuck fuck! And yes, every single explicative was necessary to describe what had just happened. I’d come so hard that black spots had dotted my vision. My ears were still ringing.
If the man were a drug, he’d, hands down, be heroin, and I’d be hooked from one swipe of his tongue.
“Good girl,” he said, placing one last kiss to my pussy. And that was the icing on top of the dirty-sex cake I’d just shoved my face in—well, technically, he’d just shoved his face in.
“I’m giving you two minutes to recover…” He wiped the corners of his mouth. “And then I’m eating your pussy again.”
No, he was getting three seconds before I ripped off his pants and mounted him like I was the Lone Ranger. Hi ho, Silver, away! That was what he was getting.
