Page 87 of Until You Say Stay
I kiss her hard, cutting off whatever threat she was about to make, and everything else disappears. Her mouth opens under mine immediately and I deepen the kiss, tasting her, claiming her. My hands slide down to grip her ass, pulling her hard against me so she can feel exactly what she does to me, and she gasps into my mouth.
“Get to the bed,” I manage to get out against her lips, already walking her backwards. “Now.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her hands are pulling at my shirt, tugging it up as we stumble across the room. The backs of her knees hit the mattress and we fall onto the bed together, me above her, her underneath me with her hair spread out on the pillow. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it somewhere behind me. Her hands immediately wrap around my neck.
“Hi,” she says, grinning up at me.
“Hi yourself.” I lean down and kiss her again while the tips of my fingers brush over her cheekbones. Her skin is so soft I could touch her forever.
Her hands slide to my jeans, working at my belt. I lean back just enough to shove my jeans and boxers off, then reach for the hem of her tank top. She lifts her arms and I pull it off, revealing she’s not wearing anything underneath.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
I lean down and take one nipple in my mouth. She makes this intoxicating sound, half surprise, half pleasure, and her hips roll up against mine.
I kiss down between her breasts, taking my time to taste every inch of her skin. Kissing her feels addictive. I hook my fingers in the waistband, pulling it inch by inch down her thighs, past her knees, off completely along with her underwear. She’s completely bare now, laid out in front of me like a feast.
I can see how wet her pussy is already, glistening and ready for me, and my mouth waters.
“Lark,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her clit. She moans and her whole body responds. “You’re already so wet.”
“I told you,” she gasps out, her hips rolling up to seek more pressure. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
I slide one finger through her folds slowly, and circle her clit once, twice. She makes this desperate sound and her thighs shake.
“More,” she breathes. “Jack, please.”
I slide one finger inside her and she’s so tight and hot and wet that my dick throbs painfully. Her inner walls clench around me immediately, gripping my finger. I work her slowly, in and out with deliberate strokes, and curl my finger to hit that spot inside her.
“God, yes,” she moans, and her head falls back against the pillow while her hands fist the sheets beside her.
I add another finger, stretching her, working her with steady strokes while my thumb finds her clit to circle and press. She’s getting wetter by the second, her arousal coating my fingers, and her hips are rocking up to ride my hand.
“Jack, please,” she pants, her voice strained.
“Please what?” I ask, curling my fingers to hit that spot again.
“Use your mouth too,” she gasps. “Please, I need your mouth.”
I grin and keep working her, maintaining that steady rhythm. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.”
“Jack!” She’s panting now. “Please. I need… I need your mouth on me. Please.”
“Maybe I just like hearing you beg,” I say, and I curl my fingers again, stroke that spot, and she moans.
“You’re such an asshole,” she gasps.
“Well,” I say. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I lean in and press my mouth to her clit, sucking hard.
“Oh god.” Her hands immediately go to my hair, fingers tangling, holding me there like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
Not a fucking chance. I lick her with long, firm strokes from her entrance up to her clit, tasting every inch of her. She’s so fucking wet, so sweet on my tongue, and I could do this for hours, just taste her and make her fall apart with my mouth.
I take my time. She tastes incredible and the sounds she’s making are driving me absolutely insane. When I add my fingers back, curling them just right, she makes this high, desperate sound that tells me she’s close.
