Page 55 of Web of Lies
“That's too bad,” I tell her, giving her another deep, claiming kiss. “I like you like this. I just want to savor the experience.”
I kiss the tip of her nose before I return to her mouth. She's so very accepting of everything I'm doing. So open and soft. She lets me kiss her as gently or aggressively as I want, always meeting me halfway, always reaching for more. It's fucking fantastic. She pulls back with a gasp, throwing her head back and arching her neck for me to kiss my way down to the little hollow above her collar bone. I swipe my tongue into it before sucking and nibbling across the bone to get to her shoulder. I suck a mark onto the place where her shoulder meets her neck and she makes such a nice sound for me. Wyatt's going to kill me and it's going to be worth it.
“Still good?” I ask, moving my lips back up her neck and stopping just under her ear to lick the sensitive skin there.
“Yes,” she breathes, clutching at me to keep my mouth where it is. “Overwhelmed, but good.”
I kiss the side of her neck and pause, pulling back and putting a bit of space between my mouth and her skin. “You sure? We can stop if you need to.”
She surprises me by reaching down to pinch my side. “Don't you dare. I'm okay. I don't want to stop.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “I just want to make sure you're alright. You can always tell me to stop and everything will be alright.”
She turns her head and kisses me again, flicking her tongue against my lips, slipping it inside to caress mine, chasing what she wants. Message received, baby. I grab the tail of the shirt she's wearing and push it up, letting my palm slide against her side until her breasts are free of the material. Her little sound of shock makes me smile against her lips. She makes another of those sounds, louder and laced with more need, when my hand covers one of her breasts. I gently grasp it, moving my hand in a slow circle, pressing down gently until the nipple is firm against my palm.
She arches against me, meeting my touch and groaning into our kiss. She slides her fingers up my chest, up my neck, to the back of my head where she drags her nails across my scalp, communicating her wants so deliciously. I pull away from her pouting mouth and lowering to lick across her pebbled nipple, humming in approval when she pushes my head down to urge me to keep going. Grasping the base of her breast, I draw her nipple between my lips, sucking and swirling my tongue slowly, giving her time to really feel it, until she's yanking my hair to simultaneously pull me away and hold me closer.
I switch to the other breast to give it the same attention, but she snakes her hand down between our bodies and grips my cock under my jeans. I release her nipple and rest my forehead against her shoulder while I groan and grind my hips into her touch. She keeps one hand fisted in my hair while she moves away from my dick just long enough to push her hand inside the waistband of my jeans. They're too tight to do much and I'm wearing boxers, but damn, it feels so good to feel her fingers brushing against me and rubbing up and down as much of my length as she can get to.
“Take them off, Shaun,” she whispers. “I want to touch you.”
“In a minute,” I tell her, sucking her earlobe into my mouth for a quick second.
It's been a long time since I have wanted to see how many times I can make a girl cum before I give in and fuck her. For me, there's a certain amount of emotion that needs to go into something like that. I’ve always wanted the girl I'm with to get off, but I want to make sure I get off, too. Right now, I'd be happy to make her cum again and again until she passes out without fucking her. I want to, obviously; but I'd be just as happy to get her off into oblivion and then jerk off beside her. I just want her to feel good, and that has more than danger bells tinkling in the distance. I've got full-blown fog horns screaming in my ears.
This is too close. If I stay at this for even one more minute, I don't know how willing I'll be to let her go, even if she wants to go back to her life like she never met me.Us. Like she never met us.
She turns to press her lips against mine. Not demanding, just a sweet little kiss while she waits for me. Well, that settles it. I'm gone for her. It doesn't matter that the situation has been forced upon her or that everything happening around her is bullshit. I'll fix it for her and everything will be okay.
I drop onto my knees in front of her and rest my elbows on the tops of her thighs so I can prop my chin on my hands and look at her. “I'm going to take off these pants.”
She nods.
“And you're going to spread your legs real wide for me.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods again.
“Then I'm going to lick your pretty pussy until you’re screaming and shaking.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods again.
“You ready for that, baby?”
She takes a little breath through her nose and nods again.
I grin up at her and sit up. “Lift.”
She does what I say and I pull the pants she's wearing over her hips and down her legs and off. I toss them onto the cushion beside her without looking away from her flushed face. Her thighs are soft when I slide my palms down them to her knees. Her legs are already parted, but parted and spread are two different things. I push her knees apart and move my hands to the backs of her thighs so I can guide her to lift her knees higher, urging her to splay wider, making her vulnerable to my eyes. My hands. My mouth.
I don't touch her with my hands yet. I want to let her pussy open to me slowly, gradually, so that she can feel the moment her body is ready for more, so that I can see it happen. I want her pussy puffy, sensitive, and slick with want before I touch it with my hands.
I glance up to check on her before I start to find her watching me, so I give her something to look at. I hold her gaze while I open my mouth and slowly lick across the base of her clit, gently nudging it back and forth until her breath changes, then I switch to short up and down strokes.
After only a few minutes, Larken is making small sounds and she's gripping tightly to the edge of the cushion underneath her. I smile up at her, she's still watching me, her eyes taking in every movement, every lick. I give her clit one more languorous stroke and then close my lips around it, sucking and circling slowly, gently. Just because Larken's need is great doesn't mean she needs harsh or rough touches. She needs me to give her soft and indulgent pleasure, gentle and needy. I can do that for her. I can do anything she wants.
Only when her stomach is clenching and she's moved her grip from the edge of the couch to my hair do I move my tongue away from her clit to lick the rest of her. She's so sensitive to touch that her hips jump when my tongue dips inside her for just the barest moment before returning to stroke her clit.
“You're teasing me,” she gasps.
