Page 143 of Attached At Heart
He used a single finger to push me onto my back, and I unfolded my legs so they were bent in front of me. Meanwhile, Blake kissed his way down my body, pausing to suck a nipple into his mouth, causing me to arch against his lips with a cry. I’d been dying for this, been aching for this, for the heat of his mouth, for the wetness and the warmth. Then he moved lower, swirling his tongue around my belly button, nipping at my lower stomach, and kissing my inner thighs. And all the while, he was chanting praises about how beautiful I was, how much he loved me, and I wanted to cry. By the time his mouth made it between my legs, I shook beneath him.
“Please,” I begged.
“Patience, Delaney,” he ordered like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
“Yes, you can.” He kissed the spot just above my clit before dragging his tongue lower and then stopping.Goddamn him.I chased his mouth with my hips, bucking upward to get more.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he mused, sounding only half-conscious, like part of him was stuck in a dream. “So fucking responsive. It’s because it aches, doesn’t it?” He traced his tongue in a featherlight pattern, tracing everywhere except where I really wanted him, and sounds came out of me that I didn’t even know I could make.
“So bad,” I panted.
He pulled back, spread me open, and spat on my clit. “I’ll make it better, but you have to be good for me.”
I gasped and repeated for what felt like the millionth time, “Please.”
He swirled his spit around my pussy and then abruptly sucked my clit into his mouth in response, making me throw my head back with a scream. It echoed off the walls, mixing in with the sounds of the rain pounding against the windows. Blake didn’t stop, either. He tongued my pussy relentlessly, until I was writhing against him,soclose to the edge, and then, to my utter despair, he stopped.
As quick as the pleasure came, it left. I looked down to see Blake sitting back on his heels, looking at me with an unreadable expression. His lips cocked to one side before he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, and I’d never felt more attracted to him and frustrated with him before in my life.
“Are you trying to edge me?” I cried.
Blake grinned.
“No, baby. Iamedging you.”
I stared at him, momentarily speechless, and his grin simply grew.
“If it’s too much, you can tell me. At any time, okay?” I nodded, and he checked, “Is it too much?”
Slowly, I shook my head, even though I really wanted to tell him it was. It was too much, and my body pulsed in ways that I didn’t fully understand. But earlier, I promised him that I trusted him. And I did. I trusted Blake with everything in me.
“Good girl.” Blake gave me an appreciative once-over before he leaned forward, pressed a kiss to my temple, and nuzzled his lips close to my ear. “On your hands and knees, Lane.”
I hesitated for only a moment before adjusting my position, desperate for a release,needingit, however he wanted to give it to me.
“Fuck, look at you,” Blake rasped, tracing the length of my spine with his fingertip. Goose bumps broke out across my body. “You can grab onto the ropes if you need.”
“If I need?”
“If you need something to hang on to while you sit on my face.”
He gripped my hips before I had time to comprehend his words, tugging me down toward the floor at the same time I felt his breath tease between my legs. And then the flat of his tongue returned to lapping my clit, and I gasped, throwing my head down with an unrestrained moan.
Blake echoed my moan, releasing his own between my legs as he savored me. The vibrations from his throat bounced inside me, creating a palpable effect of how badly we both ached. How intense our connection was. And if the way he was eating me wasn’t enough, that sure did it.
Especially when he tightened his grip on my hips and dragged me lower. “Sit, Delaney.”
His demand was muffled but clear in its interpretation.
I dropped my weight down, letting my pussy drag over his mouth as he sucked and licked and lapped, andfuck.
“Yes,” he grunted, but it was barely audible. Because I’d done what he asked, and I’dsat. Blake’s face was my personal throne at the moment, and I was taking my rightful seat on it.
AndGod, did it feel good.
One of his hands trailed to my ass, giving it a little smack that sent a jolt of nuclear pleasure through me. And when I whimpered in response, Blake did it again. And again, until I’d undoubtedly soaked his face, and I was so,so?—
