Page 51 of Hard Rock Muse
He slipped his hands under my shirt to unsnap my bra. He traced a line from my back and around my rib cage until he was cupping my breasts. He kneaded and massaged, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. I pressing my thighs together to alleviate the ache.
“I like that,” I said.
“This isn’t part of the game,” he murmured against my lips. “This is just because I love touching these sweet tits of yours.”
A fresh flood of heat roared through me like a tsunami, making my heart pound. I’d always loved it when he talked like that.
He tugged on my shirt and I lifted my arms to help him take it off. Next went my bra. He took both nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“This?” he asked.
He pinched both nipples. I let out a squeak, then a moan. They turned stiff in his hands, throbbing with a pleasurable ache.
“Or this?”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down, rolling them and tweaking them with his teeth.
“That one!” My whole body quaked. “I like that one.”
He pulled away, leaving me wanting. He blew a breath of cold air against my wet skin, making my nipples peak even further.
He trailed his hand down my chest to my belly. He circled my belly button, dipping in briefly and making me squirm. I’d always been ticklish.
He popped the button on my jeans.
“Lift your hips,” he said.
I followed his command, allowing him to tug my jeans down and throw them to the floor. My panties were next.
He took my hips and dragged me off the sofa until I was perched on the edge. With one hand on each thigh, he spread them and knelt in front of me. My insides turned to liquid at the thought of that handsome face between my legs.
He turned his head to nuzzle my inner thigh.
“This?” he murmured
He nipped on the tender skin. I let out a small, pleased noise.
“Or this?”
He cupped me and traced my lower lips with his fingers before pinching lightly.
“Oh god,” I moaned, letting my head tip back.
“Which one?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I panted. “Maybe you need to demonstrate again.”
“Cheater,” he chuckled.
He slid a finger between my folds, not entering, just circling. He ducked down and placed a soft kiss on my clit, barely brushing it with his lips.
“That’s just a tease,” I said breathlessly.
“Choose,” was his reply.
“I love your lips on me,” I said.
He pushed one finger inside me, rough skin dragging against my inner walls. I pulsed around them, squeezing and clenching. He continued pumping, in and out. Then he used his tongue to draw circles around my clit, licking and flicking.
