Page 40 of When We Breathe
“So fucking sexy,” he growls and sits me up so he can peel the shirt over my head and tosses it aside before I lie back again. He works on scooching my panties down my legs, careful to avoid the scratches on my knees. “I hate seeing your gorgeous skin hurt, baby.”
“I’ll be okay.”
He kisses the inside of my knee and then spreads my legs wide and leaves wet kisses up my inner thigh, to the crease where my leg meets my center.
“I probably need a shower,” I tell him, but he just smirks up at me and drags his fingertip through my already wet slit.
“Look how wet your pretty little pussy is.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to my pubis, just above my clit, making me whimper. “Is this for me?”
“You know it is.”
My legs scissor, and he scrapes his teeth over my hip.
“Be a good girl and stay still, and I’ll reward you.”
“You know I’m not good at keeping still.”
He chuckles and licks over the place where he nipped, then kisses his way back to my core.
“You’d better try. If you don’t stay still, you don’t get to come. I’ll just edge you all fucking day.”
I gasp and stare down at him. “You’ve never done that before.”
“We’re still learning each other, baby.” He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh and brushes his knuckles every so lightly over my wet lips, making me whimper.
“You don’t want me to react to the way you touch me?”
“I want you to be in control until I tell you it’s timeto let go.” He plants a wet kiss right next to my clit, and it’s all I can do not to circle my hips, seeking more. Adam’s chuckle is dark, and I narrow my eyes.
“You’re a sadist.”
Now his face sobers, and he boosts up so his face is level with mine. He cups my cheek and kisses my lips softly.
“No, baby. I don’t want to make you hurt. I don’t get off on that at all.”
He’s saying that because of my fucked-up dad.Honestly, I hadn’t even thought of that until he said that.
“I know.” I drag my fingertips through his hair. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Good.” He nibbles my lips and grins. “I’m just playing with you. If it gets to be too much, just say red, and it’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me once more, then makes his way back south and nudges my legs apart with his broad shoulders.
God, he’s beautiful. All bronze skin and dark blond hair, bright gray eyes that seem to look right into my soul. And that smile of his is devastating.
I’m so in love with him.
My breath catches, and I feel tears prick in the back of my eyes.
I love them both so much.
He doesn’t lick me or run his nose around my clit to warm me up.
No, my man dives right in, French kissing my pussy so fucking well that I can’t control the way my hips buck up and my legs move.
And then he’s gone, not touching me at all, and I moan at the loss of him.
