Page 26 of Holidate Scramble
I reached for his belt, needing to feel more of him, but he caught my hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss each palm in turn.
"Not yet," he murmured against my skin. "I've waited too long to rush this."
He kissed his way down my torso, lingering at the sensitive spot just below my ribs that made me squirm. His hands found the waistband of my leggings, and he looked up, silently asking permission. At my nod, he began to slide them down,his fingertips trailing along my thighs, calves, ankles, until I lay before him in nothing but my underwear.
"You are a work of art," he said, his voice husky with desire. He ran his hands up my legs, from ankle to thigh, the calluses on his palms creating a delicious friction against my skin. When he reached the edge of my underwear, he traced the seam with one finger, so close to where I wanted him yet not quite there. The teasing touch had me lifting my hips in silent invitation.
"Patience," he murmured, a smile playing at his lips. "We have all night."
He lowered his head to press a kiss to my inner thigh, then another slightly higher. Each touch of his lips sent waves of anticipation through me, building a tension that had me clutching at the sheets. When he finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly drew them down, I was already trembling with need.
He settled between my thighs, looking up the length of my body with such raw desire that I felt a fresh wave of heat course through me. The first touch of his mouth was gentle, exploratory, but as he found the rhythm that made me gasp his name, he grew bolder. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as his tongue worked magic on my sensitive nub that had me arching off the bed.
"Rhett," I moaned, one hand fisting in his hair. "Oh god, Rhett..."
He hummed against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that pushed me closer to the edge. When he slid one finger inside me, then another, curving them just so while his tongue continued its sweet torture, the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.
"Let go," he urged against my sensitive flesh. "Let me see you come apart."
His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his mouth and hands, sent me hurtling over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me gasping and trembling. Before I could fully recover, he was already building me up again, his touch more insistent now, drawing a second, even more powerful climax from me that had me calling his name loud enough that I was grateful for the cottage's isolation.
As I lay there, boneless and breathless, he licked and kissed his way back up my body, his expression a mixture of male satisfaction and genuine awe.
"You're so responsive," he said, placing a gentle kiss on my damp forehead. "So beautiful when you let go."
I reached for him, needing to feel his weight on me, in me. "I want you. Now."
He stood to remove his remaining clothes, and I took the opportunity to admire him fully. He was magnificent—strong thighs, narrow hips, and his thick arousal straining toward me making my mouth go dry with anticipation. There was no self-consciousness in the way he stood before me, comfortable in his skin in a way that spoke of maturity and self-acceptance.
"Come here," I said, reaching for him.
He shook his head with a small smile. "Not yet. I'm not done with you."
He returned to the bed, positioning himself between my legs once more. This time, he took his time, building me slowly with long, languid strokes of his tongue that had me writhing beneath him. He seemed determined to learn every secret of my body, every touch that made me gasp, every rhythm that made me moan. When he focused his attention on that most sensitive spot, sucking gently while his fingers worked inside me, I shattered for a third time, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"Enough," I gasped, tugging at his shoulders. "Your turn. Please."
I was almost desperate to touch him, to give him the same pleasure he'd given me. The feel of his stiff eretcion in my hand, hot and heavy, sent a renewed surge of want through me.
Pushing gently at his shoulder, I guided him onto his back. The surprise in his eyes quickly gave way to desire as I straddled him, lowering my mouth to his chest. I took my time exploring him as thoroughly as he had me, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my lips. The small sounds he made—a sharp intake of breath when I nipped at his collarbone, a low groan when my hand wrapped around him—were intoxicating.
I moved lower, tracing the line of hair that disappeared below his navel with my tongue. His muscles tensed in anticipation, and when I finally took him into my mouth, his hips bucked involuntarily.
"Piper," he groaned, his hands gentle in my hair. "God, your lips..."
I loved watching this controlled man lose himself to sensation, loved knowing I was the cause of it. I varied my rhythm, learning what made his breath catch, what made his fingers tighten in my hair. The taste of him, the weight of him against my tongue, the sounds he made—all of it combined to renew my own arousal.
"Stop," he said finally, voice strained. "I don't want to finish like this."
I released him, unable to resist one final, slow lick that made him shudder. He sat up, pulling me onto his lap, his hands gripping my waist.
"I need to be inside you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I need to feel you."
I positioned myself over him, sinking down slowly, taking him inch by inch, adjusting to the feel of him stretching me. His eyes never left mine, watching my every reaction, gauging my comfort. When I was fully seated, we both remained still for a moment, savoring the connection.
"You feel incredible," he said, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "Better than I ever imagined."
I began to move, finding a rhythm that had us both gasping. His hands guided me, supporting me, one sliding up to cup my breast while the other held my hip. The dual sensations—his thumb circling my nipple, his length moving inside me—had me racing toward another peak faster than I thought possible.
