Page 79 of Shine: Sins of the Father
I do, threading my fingers through my hair until it falls free in waves around my shoulders.
A lock falls against my cleavage, and Shine touches it. “I love your hair. Beautiful.” He sits up and wraps his arms around me, planting his face in my cleavage, kissing each swelling mound, and I cup his face, loving his gentle touch.
He moves back and leans against the headboard, then hooks a finger in one strap and draws it down my arm. “Take this off.”
I unhook it, pulling it free and tossing it aside, and instantly his warm calloused hands close over my bare breasts, squeezing and kneading them. He runs both thumbs back and forth over my nipples.
They’re erect and so sensitive that I bite my bottom lip and moan, my eyes sliding shut. Shine moves forward and takes one in his hot mouth. My breath stutters at the sensation of his facial hair brushing against my soft skin.Oh God, that’s hot.
He toys and licks and sucks and tugs until I’m writhing against him, my hands clutching his head to me. He moves on to the other.
“Oh, yes,” I whisper and grind my crotch against him, needing some friction.
He growls and tosses me onto my back. Then he moves off the bed, removes my pretty heels, and yanks my pants off in one jerk.
I gasp.
I’m only in my panties, but he doesn’t leave those for long. His fingers curl at my hips and peel them off, too.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes taking in my naked form. I bend a knee and run the bottom of my foot along the comforter, enticing him to hurry. He carefully lays his cut on top of the dresser, then his hands move to undo his belt and jeans. He kicks off his boots and strips.
His erection springs forward, long and hard, and I can’t drag my eyes away. He grabs himself at the root and strokes upward, twisting at the tip. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I undulate on the bed, the cool satiny fabric slippery beneath me. He’s enjoying this, enjoying me—all stretched out on this bed, my nerves keyed-up to a breaking point—dying for his hands on me again at long last, needing it with every fiber of my being.
Oh, why is he making me wait? Makinguswait? And then I know—to drag this out, to amp up the desire. This is all part of the foreplay, and oh God, is it working.
He puts a knee to the bed, and I melt.
“See something you want, sweetness?”
I nod and lift a hand out to him.
Shine crawls over me, his hot naked body coming down on mine, skin to hot skin, and I want to crawl inside him. Wrapping my arms around him, I stroke my fingertips along his spine until he’s moaning. When I fold one of my legs over his, he growls and then grabs the back of my knee with his palm and pushes himself up, spreading me wide.
Settling between my thighs, Shine fits like he’s always belonged there, like I’ve finally been reunited with my missing piece.
I moan while devouring his mouth with my kisses. I can’t get enough.
He doesn’t give me much time, because a moment later, he’s sliding down my body and spreading me wide with his shoulders.
At the first stroke of Shine’s thumb over my pussy, my hips lift off the bed. It’s just a barely there touch, and yet, it’s electrifying. All my nerve endings are on heightened alert.
I look down my body to watch him. He’s giving my pussy all his attention, watching his own hand as he strokes. Then his gaze lifts to mine, and he dips his head for that first stroke of his tongue.
My eyes drift shut and my head tilts back when he rolls my pussy lips with both thumbs, again and again, seeking and finding my clit with his tongue.
My hands fist in the fabric of the comforter, and my hips lift off the bed, following his mouth, wanting more.
He gives it to me, one long stroke of his tongue after another. He pins my hips to keep me on the bed, stroking me with his tongue at his leisure until it’s not enough and I’m begging.
“Please, Shine.”
He dips two fingers into my opening and thrusts inside, making me gasp. Those long digits seek and find my trigger spot, and I moan. Then he rotates in little massaging circles around, pressing upward, and soon I’m panting with need.
“Oh, God… Shine.”
“I know you like that, sweetness. I remember.”
