Page 110 of Bottle Shock
Each shift of her body is deliberate, slow enough to make me feel every second of it. Her hair falls over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her breasts as she gets closer, and I have to grit my teeth not to come right here and now.
When she reaches me, she doesn’t touch, she doesn’t reach.
She just waits—eyes lifted, lips plush, breath warm against my thigh.
“Such a good wife,” I murmur, thumb brushing her jaw. “Look at you. Perfect.”
Her eyes flutter, like the praise is caressing her.
I tilt her chin up with two fingers, making her meet my gaze.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips part and I feel the air leave my lungs.
I guide my thumb across her lower lip, dragging it slowly. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the tip of it with a naughty little gleam in her eyes and some of my barely held restraint shatters.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her as I bring my cock to her mouth, an offering, not with force, letting her close the distance.
She leans in.
Her tongue traces the head, lips wrapping around the tip, and my hand involuntarily flies to her hair, sinking my fingers into all that red silk.
But as beautiful as she looks on her knees for me with a mouthful of my cock, I want to be inside her even more. I want to feel our bodies move together.
“Come here,” I rasp, tugging gently on her hair.
She releases me slowly, lips gliding off me with a slick sound that elicits a groan from deep within me.
I bring her up to the bed, guiding her to lie back. The moonlight coming through the windows spills across her body, like she’s on display for me. Her hair fans across the pillow, wild, and tangled, a stunning fire.
I hook a finger in the waistband of her bottoms and slowly drag them down her thighs, taking my time, enjoying the reveal. She breathes out a shaky sound, her eyes laced with vulnerability.
Once I have them cleared past her legs and off, I whisper, “Spread you legs.”
She sucks in a breath, widening her thighs for me.
I settle between them, hands gripping her hips to hold her still, and lower my mouth to her. Just a quick taste. I’ve been craving her since the first time I had the pleasure of sinking my tongue into her sweet pussy, and I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to do it now.
Her back bows off the bed as soon as my tongue makes contact, a broken gaspescaping her throat.
“Oh, God,” she cries.
I ease my mouth back slightly, fixing her with my stare. “Wrong G name, baby. It’s Gavin.”
She laughs but it’s cut off by a gasp when I give her clit a light nip.
I smile against her as my tongue continues to lick the spot that makes her eyes disappear back into her head.
I love that we can laugh during moments like these. That this stunning siren will crawl on command and giggle as I eat her pussy. I never knew this was the connection I’d been seeking. More than sex more than lust more than attraction. It’s easy. Being with Scottie is as easy as breathing.
“Gav,” she says with an exhale. “I need you inside me.”
I want that too. But because I can’t help myself, I drag my tongue one last time, long and slow, leaving her trembling before moving up her body.
My mouth draws a map, placing a kiss to her hip, on her stomach, between her ribs, under the curve of her breast. Her hands slide into my hair, guiding me up.
When I reach her face, her eyes are wide, blue and bright.
