Page 115 of Out on a Limb
But still too damn far away.
I grabbed his head, pulling him where I wanted him, proving there wasn’t a patient bone in my body.
His tongue slid over me, lapping at my clit with a steady rhythm that pushed me to the edge of a climax almost immediately.
“Stop.” I tried to wiggle away from him.
“No.” His hands gripped my thighs, keeping them open as he continued to lick and suck me, threatening to make me come right then and there.
I shoved both hands between my legs, stealing his access.
His eyes lifted to mine and one brow lifted.
“I said, fuck me.” I was tired of saying please.
Especially if it wasn’t going to get me what I wanted anyway.
“You’re awfully impatient.” Andrew crawled over me.
“I’ve waited years.” I tipped my chin. “How much longer do you expect me to wait?”
“At least until I finished.” His hand dragged up the inside of my leg, fingers teasing along where mine still protected my pussy. “You sure you can’t wait a little longer?”
I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”
“Your call.” Andrew’s hand suddenly gripped my hip, using the hold to flip me over, rolling my body away from him.
It was a move I wasn’t expecting and I instinctively tried to catch myself, pulling both hands from their defensive positioning and splaying them across the soft fabric of the blanket under me.
Andrew’s palm slid up my spine, pressing me into the fabric-covered grass as he leaned over me to reach for the bag Michael sent. His hand worked up the back of my neck, fingertips digging into my hair as he held me in place.
Oh yeah. I liked being pinned down.
I tried to work my thighs together, attempting to ease the ache building between them.
An empty condom wrapper dropped to the blanket beside me and a second later Andrew’s other hand gripped my left leg, lifting it out and to the side as his weight came to my back. The thick head of his dick pressed against my core, teasing me.
The hand at the back of my head shifted, fingers pulling my hair from my face as Andrew leaned into my ear. “What do you want, Collette?”
“You know what I want.” I’d told him more times than I could count.
I even said please most of those times.
“I need to hear it. I need to be sure.”
His voice was rough and a little ragged.
I tipped my head to look at him from the corner of my eye.
Andrew’s jaw was clenched tight, eyes lined with restraint.
And he still wouldn’t do anything until he was sure this was what I wanted.
Because he was scared he might accidentally be reading things wrong.
Even now.
With me naked and practically begging.
