Page 65 of Hard Rock Love
His hands trailed along my outer thighs, up my hips to my stomach. Then he hooked his fingers under the elastic of my panties and pulled them down. My belly clenched.
His fingers skimmed along the bare skin of my legs. My breath hitched as he went higher, exploring the crease between my hip and thigh with his thumbs.
He was so close to where I wanted him, but even as I yearned for his touch, a tinge of anxiety hit me. I’d never been touched like this by someone else before. I squeezed my eyes closed, muscles tensing.
A hand cupped my cheek. I opened my eyes, finding Seth gazing into them.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Is this still okay?”
I swallowed and nodded.
“Yeah,” I said shakily, breathlessly. “Just nervous.”
“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said, cracking a small grin. “You’re in expert hands.”
I nuzzled into his palm, returning the smile.
Then his thumb traced a line up the valley of my legs, from back to front, settling lightly at the apex of my thighs, and my head thumped back against the pillows with a gasp, eyes fluttering shut.
The lower half of my body was completely bare to him. His fingers returned to my core, stroking and caressing with soft, careful touches.
He shuffled down the bed until his head was between my legs. My heart stopped. The hot air of his breath washed over the most private part of me, making my insides quiver.
I almost couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe this was happening with Seth, a boy I’d crushed on for years but never thought I had a real chance with. A man who was gorgeous and talented, rich and famous, caring and sweet.
Seth Powers had his head between my legs. It had to have been a dream.
Then he licked a firm line between my lower lips, proving this was reality, and I let out a choked squeak. He did it again and again, exploring with his tongue and lips, making me gasp and moan.
Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and I cried out as my hands balled into fists and my legs clamped around his head.
I’d touched myself before and it had always been good, but there was something about the anticipation of it, not knowing what he was going to do next, where he was going to suck or lick, that made it even more mind-blowing.
He was gentle but firm, playing with me expertly, until I was on the edge. I tugged at his hair frantically.
“Seth,” I gasped. “Seth, I need—”
He sucked hard and swirled with his tongue and I came with a shriek, a kaleidoscope of colors exploding before my wide, unseeing eyes. I shuddered against him, hips bucking and squirming. He worked me through it, never stopping, until my vision went dark and I collapsed back on the bed.
The next thing I knew, Seth had gathered me in his arms and was petting my hair.
I let out a shivery, breathless moan and turned my head to him, blinking blearily. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, but I was at a loss for words.
“Wow,” was all I said when I finally spoke.
Seth chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“Good?” he asked.
I nodded vehemently as the last aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through me.La petite mortéreally was a thing.
“Is my gigantic ego warranted?” he asked.
“You know it is,” I said breathlessly.
His stiff length pressed against my thigh. I reached down, gingerly touching him through his jeans. Seth took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each of my fingers.
“Tonight is all about you,” he said.
