Page 110 of Book Boyfriends
“Make me all sweaty and gross, then we’re even,” I coo.
“You do sweat sexy… Hold on.” Gripping me tight, he lifts me into his arms.
“I’m too heavy.” I giggle my protest.
“Nope,” he grunts, his face pinched.
I cling to him like a horny, but slightly terrified koala. While having a man carry me into the bedroom to ravage me is a fantasy many romance readers have, I don’t want to be dropped on the floor. Davis’s muscular physique and broad shoulders indicate regular weightlifting in his workout regime but I fear I may be too hefty for him.
With several quick strides, he deposits me on the top of the dining room table. The surface is cool against my bare ass. Despite being awake for over two hours, I’ve not changed from theReal Men Drink Earl GrayT-shirt with Captain Picard’s likeness that Davis had lent me. A shirt I plan to steal.
“See, I am too heavy for you,” I tut playfully.
“Hardly. I’m just hungry.”
“And I’m your meal.” I offer a nipped kiss.
“Yep.” With a rakish grin, he yanks off my T-shirt and then his, tossing both aside.
I trail my finger down his chest. “Someone’s ready to work for his meal.”
Winking, he takes off his glasses and places them on the table. “No work… this is all play.”
“Oh,” I gasp, his mouth coming to my left breast, sucking and licking the nipple.
Back bowed, heat surges between my legs with his focused work on my breasts. His rough hands massage my outer thighs. The rasp of the mesh fabric of his shorts against my naked core teases pleasure. Need bounds within me when he drags his mouth down my body. Hand placed on my stomach, he eases me back until I’m prone on the table. Gripping my thighs, he lifts me to meet his mouth.
“God,” I whine with the first slow lick.
The slide of his tongue against me is akin to the first taste of ice cream on a winter’s day. It’s unhurried because there’s no fear that it will melt away. There is plenty of time to relish every last drop. Despite the grind of my hips and little whimpered pleas, he keeps his pace. The slow march will be my undoing.
“Davis, please.” Rising to my elbows, I look at him, my breath ragged.
He lifts his gaze, his pupils as wicked as a starless night. “Be patient. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Just let me enjoy this. I’ve worked up an appetite and your pussy is too good not to savor.” He takes my clit in his mouth in a hard suck, rolling it with his tongue.
“Oh go…go…go…god,” I stammer, lying back, my chest heaving.
His eyes may be as black as night, but this man has me seeing stars. The orgasm that rips loose with his final suck has fireworks exploding in my vision. Body still shaking, he lifts me and moves me to bend over the table. His hand and mouth soothe along my trembling form. Kissing down my spine, he caresses the globes of my ass.
“You’re so pretty like this. Sated but still hungry for more.” He slides one hand between my legs and pushes a finger inside me.
“Ooh. More?” I moan.
“I told you I was going to take care of you.” He pats my ass with his free hand. “Legs wide like a good girl.”
A strangled whimper of unintelligible words tumbles out of my mouth. My body clenches around his finger.
He bends close, nipping at my earlobe. “Does someone like being called ‘good girl?”
“I guess I do,” I pant out.
Right now, my lust-filled brain isn’t ready to process this newly-realized praise kink. Apparently, it’s not just my female main characters who enjoy a man doing depraved things to them while calling them a good girl.
Legs wide, I jut my backside out, moving against his working finger. Promised pleasure twines tight. My taut muscles are begging for relief.
“This is how you like it, isn’t it?” he rasps. “You like it slow at first.” He plays with my clit, while his other finger glides in-and-out of me, making me whimper. “Then a little more.”
I cry out as he inserts a second finger inside me.
