Page 12 of Rex's Honor
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing.” He cupped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, ignoring his heart. She couldn’t hurt him anymore. They weren’t destined to be together, and after this trip home to give closure to his mother, Tilly would walk out of his life again.
No. He’d walk out of hers.
Slipping his hand into her cotton panties, he cupped her smooth, bare sex, circling his fingers over her hard nub.
She arched her back, raising her breasts to his mouth. Her hips rolled slowly against his palm. He remembered every inch of her body and knew exactly what it craved. He teased her, nibbling on her nipples, slowly sliding his finger in and out. She tried to get him to increase the speed and pressure, but he kept his strokes deliberate and soft.
Teasing her to the brink of begging had always been a pleasure he’d never quite been able to capture again.
In one swift motion, he yanked her underwear to her ankles, tossing them across the room. He stared at her shaven womanhood that glistened with desire. Cupping both her breasts, he bent over, first breathing on her before licking gently.
She clutched his head, pushing him against her.
“Please, don’t torture me. I can’t take it.”
“But it’s half the fun.” He pulled back just enough to continue brushing his lips and tongue gently across her soft sex. She smelled like bottled sunshine and tasted like a warm day on the beach with a tinge of salt in the air.
Her fingers dug into his scalp as she arched her back, raising her hips higher.
He pinched and twisted her nipples, enjoying her deep throaty groans.
“Jesus, would you just do it,” she said in a pant.
He smiled against her, clamping his mouth over her, sucking on her hard nub until she dug her ankles into his back. Her body jerked and thrashed about the bed, legs squeezing his head, and her creamy climax spilled out, coating his mouth and fingers, igniting a deep burn across his skin.
He had to have her. Right now. He couldn’t wait.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, making his way down her long, silky legs. Standing, he removed his shorts and found a condom. He held the foil wrapper up to his mouth, preparing to tear it with his teeth.
She’d propped up on her elbows, knees bent, staring at him with a mischievous smile. “You know what I want now.”
“Seriously? You still have to do that? Every time you have sex?”
She cocked her head. “Don’t all women?”
He wished. “Not the ones I’ve met.”
“Well, sex shouldn’t happen without it.”
He tossed the condom on the bed. “Do with me what you want. I’m not going to complain.”
“Never complain, only beg me to stop.”
“Yeah, in about three seconds, unless you want this to end with oral.”
“That would be a travesty,” she whispered.
He sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth as she took him in her soft hands, gliding them up and down. Her tongue swirled over the top, taking just the tip into her mouth.
He hissed as she squeezed his shaft, cupping him, easing him into her mouth with her hot lips. He used to tease her about her insatiable appetite for giving blow jobs. The first one she’d ever given, he swore she had to be lying that she’d never done it before. The way she admired him as she toyed with him, bringing him the kind of pleasure that made a man weak at his knees.
He let out a long guttural groan, clenching his fists, doing his best not to grab her head and slam deep inside her mouth. Though he knew from past experience she wouldn’t be opposed, that is not how he wanted this to end.
“You’ve got to stop,” he ground out, swelling inside her, on the verge of losing all control.
She reached for the condom, tearing it open with her teeth.
