Page 71 of The Love Scam
which made him laugh. “Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he said when she climbed back on top of him. “I mean, you are just top to bottom the whole package.”
“Awww. You say the most nonsensical things.”
“That wasn’t my best,” he admitted. “It’s getting kind of hard to mink. Think.”
“Yes, well.” She grasped his prick in her small warm hand and he shuddered and bit back a groan as her hand slid up.… and down… and back up. Slowly. So goddamned slowly. He wanted her to stop. He wanted her never to stop. He wanted her to… Um. Do something. Or nothing. Huh? “Your brain’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Buh,” he agreed. “Um. Come down here. Might die. If I don’t kiss you s’more. ’Kay?”
“I don’t want you to die,” she whispered, bending and giving him her mouth. “I can’t think of anything worse.”
He put his arms around that small pretty waist and pulled her in so closely that she gasped for breath, and it still wasn’t enough. He rolled until she was on her back and licked the tender spot behind her ear. She stiffened
(careful, careful)
and he pulled back. “Is this okay?”
“Tickles,” she said, and shivered when he did it again. “Um. I like that.”
“Good. We’re only doing the things you like. Yes?”
“Oh, yes.But I’m not made of glass. You don’t have to baby me.”
“I’m not. I’m cherishing you. I’ve thought about this a lot in the last few days and I don’t want to rush.”
“I kind of want to,” she confessed, reaching around and lightly scratching his back and then his ass. “I’ve been thinking about it, too, y’see. And then, when you’ve rested, we can go again.” She bit his earlobe. “As many times as you like. ’Til morning, when we have to… be ourselves again.”
“Oh my God.”
“You should talk, though. A lot. I love your voice. Goddamned verbal velvet, that voice.”
“If you’re not careful, this will be over before you can get the condom unwrapped,” he growled in his goddamned verbal velvet voice. “Possibly if you move your hands another few— Yeow!”
“So firm.” She giggled, then pinched his ass again.
His kissed her through her giggles, attacked her neck, tried to hold back
“It’s okay. I don’t mind a few marks.”
and then latched on until a dark love bite was blooming halfway down her throat. He wanted to see it. He wanted other people to see it. This was their only chance, but tomorrow, when he was gone, other people would look and see his mark on her. The thought made his hands shake.
“Rake, it’s okay. It’s— Oh.Oh.”
He licked at her nipples like a cat until they were straining and red, then rubbed his stubble over them until she arched and sighed beneath him. He moved lower and nuzzled the tender undersides of her breasts, licking at the sweet curves there, and then lower still, and kissed the soft skin around her navel.
He moved lower, taking his time, and ran his hands up her long, sleek thighs, gently easing her legs apart. He got a whiff of her—soap and musk and warmth—and nuzzled against the dark curls covering her mound. He blew softly, then nuzzled again, and then licked a slow, gentle stripe that parted those plump outer lips. Delaney let out a groan and he shuddered and fought the impulse to spread her wide and lunge and go and go andgountil he came, until they both came.
He licked and teased and sucked and—gently!—nibbled, while Delaney moaned and squirmed beneath him, her fingers locked in his hair, her legs spreading to allow him more access, and when he slipped two fingers inside, he had to grit his teeth
(God, God, like crushed velvet, like hot crushed velvet, and if it’s this good around my fingers, how will it feel around my ah God)
and fight the impulse to be extremely ungentlemanly.
“Keep them there,” she said hoarsely, “keep doing that.”Then she brought her own fingers down and while his slid slowly in and out of her, she held herself open with one hand and stroked her clit with the other, legs spread
“Rake, Rake, that’s so good, that’s perfect, don’t stop, don’t…”
(God oh God oh God oh God oh God)
