Page 102 of Love Undiscovered
He runs his hands up my bare belly and cups my breasts. I stop thinking about my blouse. He pulls one bra cup down to release my breast, and laves the nipple with his tongue, biting lightly.
“So good,” I moan.
He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra, it falls to the ground beside my blouse.
I need to feel him against me. Nipples to chest hair.
“Shirt off,” I say, tugging at his. He reaches behind his head to grab the shirt and pull it off. The motion makes his abs contract, I run my hands along them.
“Ah!” He jumps, then giggles.
Giggles!
“Don’t do that, it tickles,” he says.
“Don’t do what?” I ask. “This?” I run my fingernails lightly up and down his sides. He lurches to the side and pushes my hands away. Nearly screeching. As someone who is not ticklish, I’m finding this to be entertaining.
“You sound like a little girl.” I move toward him.
“I’m warning you,” he says, backing away from me and holding his hands up, still tittering nervously.
My breasts feel heavy and full, as I advance on him; his gaze moves back and forth between my bare breasts, and my eyes, like he can’t decide if he wants to stare at my tits or block my tickle.
“What’s going to happen, Chance? Are you afraid I’ll tickle you to death?”
“That’s it,” he growls as he moves forward, grabs me in a fireman’s hold and heads for the connecting door into my house. Now I’m the one giggling. I’m tempted to tickle him from this angle but don’t for fear he’ll drop me.
“I like the feel of your tits on my back,” he says, entering the house. “Now, tell me where to go.” I direct him to my bedroom, and he throws me down on the bed. He starts pulling the belt from his jeans.
“I warned you,” he says. “You didn’t listen. Now you don’t get to use your hands at all.” He gets the belt off and crawls up the bed toward me, like a tiger toward his prey. I scramble back until I’m closer to the headboard, with most of my pillows bunched up behind me. But he pulls me back down by my ankles until I’m prone. My pants come off next and I’m left in only my panties. My completely soaked through panties.
My chest heaves. I’m practically panting, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. He pushes my legs apart to kneel between them, then leans forward, his chest inches from my lips, as he pulls my hands together above my head and wraps the belt around my wrists. It’s tight enough so I can’t break free, but not so tight that it’s chafing my skin.
He braces on his forearms and slides his body back down mine, settling his rock-hard cock against my core. The pressure of him, through his jeans, is almost enough to make me come.
I want that so bad. I want what he gave me the night of the concert. He’s the first person to give me an orgasm besides myself. Not that I’ll tell him that. It surprised me how fast it happened and how intense it was. Will it be that way every time? Can he do it again?
I moan in part at the thought of it and in part as a response to what he’s doing right now. His lips are at my throat, gently dancing across the skin. His breath is hot and heavy, as delicious feeling as the warmth of his skin against mine. His hand slides down my body and cups me through my underwear. The feeling of his fingers through the flimsy material is nothing short of electrifying.
“Ohmigod, how do you do this?” I can barely get the words out. He laughs against my neck.
“Do what, beautiful?”
“Make me feel this way. This good.” His fingers shift the material to the side and he sinks one inside me.
We both groan.
“This is all you, Remi. You make it feel this way.” His lips meet mine, and he speaks softly against them. “It’s never been this good.”
His lips move from mine and along my jawline back down my neck. I whimper. “Come back.”
“Nuh uh,” he says as he moves his lips down my chest, nipping and kissing as he goes. Getting closer and closer to my left nipple. I thrust forward, trying to get him to take more, but he just keeps teasing. His lips hover over my skin, as though they can’t decide where to land first.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” he asks. “This one first?” He moves his lips to my left breast and takes it into his mouth.
“Oh yes.” His touch is warm and wet as he suckles, I can feel each pull from his lips down through the center of my body. My release is building quickly. It’s like he’s unlocked the secret orgasm hiding place and they are all going to come rushing out at once.
