“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers.
I gasp as his thumbs brush against my nipples, right to left and back, sending shivers down my spine. My body trembles from my uneven breaths. He takes a step forward and my nipples connect with his skin. A moan sounds from the back of my throat. Another step and the backs of my thighs hit the bed. I sit, lying back as he leans over me. His eyes wander over my face before finally settling on mine.
“So I’m your unbalanced force?” he asks.
I slide my palms up his arms, across his shoulders, and finally lock my arms around his neck.
“You’re some kind of force, Jon Emerson.” I move one hand up, running my fingers through his hair. “Now kiss me.”
Our lips meet, and as they begin to clash, this becomes one of the most devastatingly arousing kisses of my life. Possibly the best yet. Moaning, I splay my palms on his back, pressing him closer to me. His chest rubs against my nipples with each movement, his cool skin making them even harder. I close my eyes as he transfers his attention there, swirling his tongue around one, then the other. He pulls the right one into his mouth, sucking as he twists and pinches the left between his thumb and index finger. I let out a helpless whimper, marveling at the feelings which seem so new to me again.
Leaving my breasts tingling in his wake, he moves down my body, placing soft kisses on my skin. He stops at the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my thighs as his warm breath continues to caress my stomach. Opening my eyes, I watch as he straightens, tossing my underwear aside. He stands there, staring down at me, chest heaving.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I believe that’s my line.” I giggle.
“Is that so?” He leans forward once more, a smirk on his lips. “I thought you didn’t curse?”
“I could find—” His tongue swipes at my nipple, making me falter. “Find… other ways to say it.”
“Oh?” He repeats the action, invoking a shiver. “Like what?”
“Like—” This time, he gently sinks his teeth into it. “Oh, God.”
“Like what?”
“Like ‘give it to me.’”
He moves to the other nipple, circling it with his tongue. “Not quite the same. Try again.”
“Umm… I want your cock.”
He bites into my nipple, a bit of pain accompanying the pleasure. Smiling, he brings his face up to mine.
“What?” I ask. “Cock is just another word for rooster.”
“Clever girl.” As he moves away, he continues, “One more, because I doubt you want my rooster.”
Raising my head, I watch him make his way down my stomach again, going past my belly button. When he drops a kiss on my mound, my head lolls back on the bed.
“I’m waiting, Miss Hunter.”
There’s a gentle swipe of his tongue on my clit.
“Dear God, I don’t know.”
Another lick. “Sure you do.” His tongue presses down on my clit.
“Jon… I need you inside me.”
“Was that a request or another try?”
“Both.”
Satisfied that he’s tortured me enough, he wraps his arms around my thighs, placing my legs on his shoulders. His tongue slides between my lips, forcing a garbled scream out of me. My thighs lock around his head, my hips rising off the bed. I should probably be concerned for his safety, but he doesn’t seem to mind that I might crush his skull. In fact, his moan might indicate he’s actually enjoying this, too. His tongue flicks on my clit as he pulls it into his mouth, sinking his fingertips into my thighs. My hips struggle against his hold, but he growls, pressing my ass back onto the bed.
Spreading my thighs apart, he pulls back. I don’t have time to recover as he slips a finger inside me, sliding it in and out as his tongue flails on my clit. I clench around the digit, his groan of approval adding to my pleasure.