Page 70 of Nerdelicious
What you like.
I grasp one big hand and pull it up to my breast. “You already know some of what I like.” I encourage him to hold me, and he takes over with slow strokes of his fingers.
Our breathing is loud and ragged, filling the small cab.
He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth with a soft suck. The pleasure is almost painful.
“Beast.” I couldn’t stop the moan if I tried. I should be embarrassed at my own need, but I don’t even care. “More.”
He immediately pulls away.
“No.” I reach for him, but his focus is on unbuttoning my pants. I help him yank them off and then he’s staring down at my simple yellow panties like he’s Indiana Jones and they’re the Holy Grail.
Show me, he signs again.
I lie there trying not to combust for maybe three seconds, catching my breath. Tired of waiting, he picks up my hand and puts it between my legs.
I chuckle at his stern expression but I’m too turned on to deny him, or myself, this pleasure. Especially when my eyes drop from his face to the erection straining his pants. I lick my lips and his breath falters. I rub myself through the thin fabric of my underwear and his breathing gets even more jagged.
“Beast.” His name is a moan. “Touch me.”
He shifts on the seat, leaning closer to where my fingers move faster, but he doesn’t follow my command.
I move the fabric aside and that snaps him. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them out to reveal my actions to his devouring gaze.
He is the epitome of focus, observing and learning with single-minded concentration. I’ve never done anything like this. It’s the most intimate, vulnerable position I can imagine, but with Beast I’m not uncomfortable or embarrassed. I’m safe in his careful hands. Which makes all of it doubly thrilling and arousing, especially knowing he’s never done this with anyone else—or anything close either.
He gets closer, his breath caressing my thigh, his face inches from where my hand circles and plays. Watching him enjoy me in this way is so erotic I nearly come.
He leans in, patience wearing thin, and his tongue flicks against me, brushing my fingers and the flesh between. He presses his tongue against me, following the same pattern. And that does it. I’m shuddering into his mouth and he’s tasting me like he could devour me whole.
I ride out the orgasm, his mouth still on me until sensitivity peaks. “Beast.” I shove at his shoulder with a half laugh, half strangled groan. “It’s too much.”
He leans back, still breathing heavy, his eyes opaque with arousal.
“Let me take care of you, too.” Sitting up on the seat, I slide next to him, tugging his jeans open before reaching into his pants, gripping his hard length.
Ideas, images flash through my head of all the things I could do with him. Do to him. Ply him with my hands. My mouth. Both? I pull him out and stroke him up and down, gripping his shaft, marveling at his size—which really is proportional to the rest of him.
A few hard strokes later he’s convulsing—shuddering silently, gripping me against him, so strong, but even now while he’s out of control, he’s careful not to crush me. I feel that restraint down inside my soul.
The moment his body relaxes, a small smile appears.
Wow, he signs.
I lean in and kiss his full lips, wanting to take the sheepish look out of his eyes.
“I could kiss you forever.” The words leave my mouth without thought and then I’m mentally cringing. He’s going to think I’m a lunatic. In love with him. Desperate and out of my mind.
Well, aren’t you?Delores Umbridge asks.
If not, it won’t be long.
But he doesn’t seem freaked out by my declaration. If anything, his responding ghost of a smile is pleased.
We spend more time kissing, until my mouth is swollen and we have to clean up and get back to the ranch before the sun starts to rise.
We part at the stairs. I stand on the third step up, from a height where we can kiss without him having to bend over. “I wish we could stay the night together,” I say against his lips.
