Page 66 of Hart of Hope
Our lips met in a slow, sensual kiss that gradually deepened as I trailed gentle fingers down her neck and along her collarbone, savoring every inch of her silky skin laden with goose bumps.
“Are you okay?” I murmured against her lips.
She nodded, a small whimper escaping her as I unclasped her bra, revealing those perfect tits that I had embedded in my memory. Remembering what she’d said, I circled her nipples with my tongue before taking one into my mouth. She arched her back and let out a soft moan.
Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
On her command, I carried her into the bedroom and gently lowered her onto the bed.
She flashed her big brown eyes at me, heat and love pouring out of them.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, Grace. We’ll go as slow as you want. Just tell me if anything doesn’t feel good or you want me to stop.”
Licking her lips, she nodded.
I peppered kisses down her stomach and dipped my tongue into her navel. When I reached the waistband of her panties, I hooked my fingers under the band, looking up at her, silently asking permission.
“Yes,” she breathed.
I dropped to my knees and trailed kisses along her creamy thighs, a heady mix of lust and warm vanilla, sweet and intoxicating, making my cock impossibly hard.
I raised my gaze, nerves making me worry about whether I could please her. She was on her elbows, watching me as she spread her legs wider, seemingly giving me her final approval.
I had never been more anxious about pleasing a woman. I wanted this night to be epic, special, and life-changing—for her, mostly. She needed to be treated like the queen she was.
I took a deep breath, savoring the moment before gently parting her folds with my fingers. Her flesh was pink and inviting, and I was about to lose my load in a flat second.
She gasped, her hips rising off the bed slightly.
“What do you want me to do, baby girl?” I asked before I circled her clit with my tongue, applying gentle pressure.
“Yes, that’s it,” she spewed between breaths.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders then alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks, paying attention to her reactions.
“Oh, Brian,” she moaned, her thighs trembling.
I slid one finger inside her and curled it upward as I continued to work her with my tongue.
“I love that,” she whispered.
Her response urged me to go deeper. I added a second finger, pumping slowly as I sucked her clit.
Her breathing grew more ragged, her thighs beginning to tremble.
I increased the pressure and speed of my tongue, pumping my fingers faster, desperate to feel her around my dick.
“Don’t stop, Brian. Please.Yes. Yes.”
She cried out in ecstasy, arching her back, her whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.
I gently sucked her clit while she rode out her orgasm.
She raised her head, her cheeks flushed, looking more beautiful, if that was even possible.
“Was that okay?” I crawled up her body, hovering over her.
“Amazing. I’m ready for all of you.”
