Page 29 of Reap the Night
His fingers grazed my bare skin, skimming around my hips and over my buttocks, the touch too light, too teasing.
Kaster…
I know,he breathed.I fucking know.
My pulse jumped at the sound of him cursing because he rarely did it.
He drew me into the shower stall and the water came on, cascading over us, mimicking a rainfall, warm and inviting, soaking our skin and leaving us slick. We stood face to face for several beats, chests rising and falling fast as the tension of the past few weeks, the longing, the need, surged to the fore.
I took a step toward him, and he snagged me around the waist, dragging me against his body to claim my mouth in a crushing kiss that left no room for doubts. I sank into him, clinging to him, fingers digging into his taut biceps as heat rushed to my core, buzzing there with whispers of promise.
I was kissing Kaster Black. Kaster Black was kissing me, and oh God, his mouth tasted like cherries.
He lifted me easily so that we were chest to chest, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. My pussy pressed to the soaked fabric of his pants, to the hard, thick ridge of his cock. He ground me to him, pushing up as I pressed down until I was rolling against him, shockwaves shooting through me.
Imagine I’m inside you. Moving, thrusting.
His tongue mimicked the action in my mouth, and I sucked hard on it, groaning, pulsing, sliding.
Yes, that’s right, Orina, get wet for me.
God, his voice in my head. I wanted…needed…Fuck.
He groaned in my head, whispering wicked things that made my heart race.
Are you warm enough now?
Yes.
Good because I’m hungry, and I’m going to eat you out.
He was killing me.
The water shut off, and warm air blasted us, drying us in seconds, but his mouth was on my breasts, sucking hard on my nipple and sending signals to my core to be ready.
Kaster. Please.
He carried me back into the bedroom, sat me on the foot of the bed, and knelt between my legs.
Put the heels of your feet on my shoulders.
A lance of embarrassment shot through me.What?
I told you, I’m hungry, and I need to see what I’m about to feast on.
My stomach flipped, and desire killed my shame. I obliged, heels up, falling back on my elbows, my heart racing like a wild thing.
You’re fucking beautiful.
Another pulse of heat followed by a deep, eager pulsing.
Yes, weep for me.
He licked me with the flat of his tongue, and my hips jerked. “Ah…”
He did it again, firmly parting me to suck on my clit.
Fuck, you taste so good. I need this.He continued to suckle on me. So wet…so juicy…
