Page 52 of Hard Rock Temptation
With her shorts off, a black thong was the only thing keeping her from being completely bared to me. I leaned back down and pressed a kiss to one hip bone, then the other. Kay’s stomach muscles tensed in anticipation.
I curled a finger under the elastic on each side of her thong and slowly tugged it down. I followed along with a trail of kisses, down one thigh, then switching to the other, enjoying the feel of her under my lips. I spent some time nibbling on the back of her knees, making her flail and kick.
“No tickling,” she choked out beneath a giggle.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I mused with a wicked smile against her soft skin.
I left her knee and continued kissing my way down her legs and calves, sucking and nipping whenever I found a sensitive spot that made her groan.
I finally reached her feet and was able to throw her thong to the floor.
I took one ankle in each hand and, meeting her eyes, peeled her legs apart until she was splayed out before me.
Kay inhaled sharply and lifted the back of her hand to her mouth as she averted her eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I said. “Every single inch of you, inside and out.”
Maybe it was cliché, but she brought her eyes back to mine, cheeks flushed red, and lowered her hand. There was a shy smile on her face.
“So are you,” she said, so earnestly, so honest.
The sweet ache in my chest was nearly overpowered by the roar of the beast inside me.
Take her, take her, take her now,it growled.
I fought for control, forcing myself to go slow as I made my way back up her legs with more kisses, repeating the same path. The red marks I found on her skin only urged the beast on. The thought that I had marked her as mine nearly made me lose myself completely.
I finally reached the crook where hip met thigh. I lifted my eyes up to find Kaylee watching me with a burning intensity. Her hands were buried into the sheets beside her head, as if she were readying herself, as if she knew what I was going to do next.
I didn’t want to disappoint.
I shifted to the center of her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her whole body jolted off the bed.
“Ohhh fuck!” she moaned, clawing at the sheets so hard I could hear her nails against the fabric. I didn’t care if she ripped them. We could afford new ones.
I braced one arm against her stomach, keeping her from flailing off the mattress as I worked her using lips and tongue. I granted her the same level of attention as I did to my music, determined and undivided.
Kay panted, cursed, and babbled a never-ending stream of half-finished sentences.
“Ahh! It’s— I—!” She moaned, letting her head fall back against the bed as she writhed and bucked her hips.
I continued lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot, wanting her to come undone from my efforts.
“Ah!” she cried out again. “Micah!”
The euphoria I felt at the sound of my name on her lips, at that husky and frenzied tone, made me want to both draw this out for hours, and make her come explosively right that second.
I didn’t have to make the decision, because only seconds later Kaylee took two fistfuls of my hair and tugged frantically, almost painfully.
“Micah, please,” she gasped. “I’m— I’m so close?—”
I doubled my efforts and was rewarded with more moaning, cursing and squirming.
Then with a sharp cry she tightened her grip on my hair and bucked her hips one last time, whole body tensing for long moments, before she finally went limp and collapsed back onto the bed.
I rested my cheek on her hip and curled my arms around her waist as we both caught our breath together. I ran my tongue over my lips, memorizing the taste of her, luscious and pure, and knew nothing else would ever taste as sweet to me as this.
Kaylee’s breathing finally began to slow down. Her hands were still in my hair, although no longer in a death grip. She began sifting her fingers through the strands.
