Page 27 of Ambrosia Kisses
I bat his hand out of the way before he can slip it inside.
"Fuck!" he groans, his head thumping against the hardwood floor when I thrust my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick length.
"Missed this," I whisper, pulling him out. My fingers glide across the broad head, already sticky with precum. I stroke him, watching the play of emotion across his face. The need in his eyes sears me as pleasure chases desire across his gorgeous face.
"Missed you, too, baby. Christ, I missed you every fucking day." His hands dig into my thighs, his pinkies millimeters from my pussy. "I missed every goddamn thing about you."
"Show me how much," I demand, stroking him from root to tip.
He hooks an arm around my waist, rolling us again. I end up on my back beneath him with him hovering over me on his knees, his dick still in my hand. It falls from my grip when he rips my shirt off over my head.
His lips close around one hard nipple. He sucks, and the pleasure throbs against my clit. He's barely even started, and I already feel him everywhere, like a fever burning me up.
I'm not sure I'm going to survive it.
His hands slide down my body, leaving trails of fire everywhere he touches me. His teeth scrape my nipple as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. With one quick yank, they're around my knees, right alongside my panties.
He lifts his head, his eyes glittering with intent. "Are you dripping for me yet, Dimples?"
"Yes. God yes, Ridley." I have been all damn night. Even when I didn't want to admit it, I wanted him. Even when I was mad as hell, my body was primed and ready for him. Wine didn't tamp the flames. Neither did my bath.
"Good." His lips slide down my body. He nips and sucks and bites, turning me into a sobbing, panting mess beneath him. But he doesn't touch me where I need him most. He touches me everywhere but there, leaving me desperate beneath him.
"Please!" I sob, pushing against his shoulders to force him lower. I need his mouth on me again. It always felt so damn good. He brought me to life with that wicked mouth all over the vineyard. Long before I ever landed in his bed, that mouth had ruined me for anyone else.
My body still hasn't forgotten the way he made it hum back then.
He finally,finallysettles between my legs, lifting them up over his shoulders. His teeth sink into my inner thigh, and I lose track of reality. The only things I know are heat and need and him.
"Ridley!" I scream, my heels digging into his back as he lunges, burying his face in my pussy without warning.
He roars against my clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. His hands clap around my hips like vises, holding me in place as he devours me. He isn't slow, soft, or sweet. He's a savage between my legs, tearing me apart in the most vicious, beautiful way. His tongue circles my clit before he thrusts it inside, so deep it's like he's trying to fuck his way into my soul with it. I certainly feel him there, destroying my defenses brick by brick.
"Goddamn, baby," he growls, using one hand to spread my lower lips open. "I could eat you like this all night and still not get enough. You going to be a good girl and lay right there while I eat my fill?"
"No," I moan. I'm not going to be good. I'm not going to behave. Not until he feels the same way I do right now, like I'm floating and falling and spiraling into another dimension all at once.
"No?" He quirks a brow, his lips curving into that wicked smirk I love so much. "Too bad. I'm not stopping." His tongue flicks my clit again. "Not until you're coming all over my face."
"I w-want you inside me."
"I'll get there, Dimples," he murmurs between long, lazy licks. "But not untilyouget there. I've been dreaming about this for three years. Don't rush me now, baby."
How he sounds like he's demanding and pleading at the same time, I don't know, but there's an unmistakable thread of desperation woven into every syllable. He needs this onsome level that I understand instinctively. This isn't just sex. It's worship. It's the end of three years of sleepless nights and painful regret. And it's the beginning of something else, something he needs as much as I do.Hope.
I melt beneath him, letting him fuck me with his tongue until I'm shattering into pieces all over his face. Waves crash through me in a tsunami, stealing sight and sound.
I scratch and claw and fuckingbegfor more the whole time.
He gives it to me, throwing me right into a second orgasm with his lips and tongue and panted praise.
I'm still coming when he roars like a man on the brink and crawls up over me, hooking my legs around his waist. His cock glides through my folds, bumping against my sensitive clit.
His breath pelts my lips as he kisses me, every stroke of his tongue against mine sending me reeling higher and higher. The only things keeping me from floating away are my nails in his back and his weight on top of me.
"Look at me," he rasps.
I force my eyes open. They lock on his face.
