Page 116 of You're The One
“What’s one thing you want to do while we’re here?” he asks.
I groan, this time in pure frustration. “Do you normally talk this much during hookups?”
He pauses. I can’t tell whether I’ve offended him or if he’s actually considering the question.
“Never,” he says into my skin. “Are you getting impatient?”
“No. I’vebeenimpatient.”
He laughs again, andGod, I think I kind of love it.
It’s sexy, but also comforting. I don’t know how he manages to key me up and put me at ease in equal measure.
“Where do you want me?” He starts his path down my body again.
Everywheredoesn’t feel like an appropriate answer. Instead, I cup my pussy and tell him, “Here.”
“Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”
He’s made it to my stomach, teasing along the waistband of my pants.
I thread my fingers into his hair and push him lower. “Do I have to choose?”
“Fuck,” he groans. “I love it when you’re bossy.”
He grabs my ankles and pulls them apart until my knees are bent and he’s kneeling between them.
He presses a kiss to my pussy, and even through the fabric, the contact makes me twitch.
His hands slide under my butt, fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. “Lift for me.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I raise my hips, and he slides off both my pants and panties in one smooth motion, leaving me completely exposed.
“Is this what you want?”
He lays lazy kisses along my inner thighs, right up to the crease where my thigh meets my core, deliberately avoiding the one place I need him.
“Getting warmer.”
“Here?” He kisses somewhere near my knee.
“Colder.”
He trails back up, licking just shy of my clit.
“Warmer,” I whine, a shudder running through me.
His tongue finds me with one slow, warm lap from my entrance to my clit, making my eyes squeeze shut as I focus on nothing but the sensation.
There’s no hesitation now. No more teasing. Just him working me over with single-minded focus.
I grasp his hair with one hand and the sheets with the other, and my hips move restlessly. I can’t stay still under the onslaught of his mouth and tongue.
When he adds a finger, then two, and curls them just right, I nearly come undone. But he backs off, pulling away from my clit.
My lids stay closed, but I can feel his gaze on me like a caress.
“Look at me,” he rasps.
