Page 91 of Bourbon Bliss
“Is that so?” I slid my tongue along her lower lip. “Is that why kissing you feels so damn good?”
“Yes. A high proportion of the brain is dedicated to receiving and processing sensory input from the lips. That’s why they’re classified as an erogenous zone.”
I growled, holding her head as I kissed her deeply. “Good god, it’s hot when you get all sciencey on me.”
“You know what else kissing is good for?” she asked.
It took us a long moment to get back to her question. I sucked on her lower lip, then delved in with my tongue. I needed her closer, so I pulled her into my lap. She straddled her legs on either side of me, her arms draped around my shoulders.
“What else is kissing good for?” I asked.
“Bonding.”
“Mm-hmm.” I nipped at her bottom lip, then slid my tongue along it. “The flood of dopamine and oxytocin create good feelings and encourage people to form or strengthen their pair-bond.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” she said, excitement in her voice.
“You’re not the only one who can get sciencey.” I kissed her again.
“Should we be concerned about being seen?”
“It’s dark. No one’s around. And that’s part of what makes it fun.” I brushed her hair back and met her eyes. “I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Stop thinking. Just feel.”
She nodded and I grabbed her ass with one hand, the back of her head with the other. I drew her in for a deep kiss, feeling the satisfaction of her body relaxing. My dick ached with the desire to be inside her again, but I ignored the discomfort. I was determined to bring her along with me and show her she was capable of intimacy, no matter how long it took.
Besides, making out in a car on a deserted road was hot, even if it wasn’t going to end with sex.
The more she relaxed, the more she moved, her body’s instincts seeming to take over. Her legs widened and she pressed herself closer. I could feel the heat between her legs through our clothes and it drove me fucking crazy.
Our kisses went from slow and sensual to hot and messy. Tongues lapped against each other, teeth nipped at lips. I groaned, deep in my throat, as she pressed against my solid erection.
I slid my hand up her waist toward her chest and paused, breathing hard. “Second?”
“Yes.”
Palming her breast over top of her shirt, I squeezed. She moaned into my mouth as I gently kneaded.
“Nipples are another erogenous zone,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Hell yes they are.”
I unbuttoned her shirt, resisting the urge to rip it open and send her buttons flying. Her bra was plain white, without an inch of lace. It was so practical, and soher, nothing could have been sexier.
She slipped the shirt off and I kissed across her shoulder, sliding her bra strap down as I went. Her skin tasted so good, I wanted to lick her all over. I pulled the cup down and she gasped as I brushed my fingertips across her nipple. It hardened at my touch.
I licked her hard peak and she rubbed herself against me. Grabbing her hips, I encouraged her rhythmic motion. Let her know she could grind against my dick all she wanted while I lavished her tits with attention.
Her soft moans were more exciting than the roar of a crowd. I licked and sucked, flicking her nipple, enjoying her taste. She moved faster, thrusting those sexy hips, sliding up and down against my erection.
I didn’t say a word—didn’t want to interrupt. She was right where I wanted her. In the moment. Enjoying the sensations I was giving her. I thrust my hips into her just enough to give her the friction and pressure she needed. Sucked her nipples until she was breathing hard, writhing against me.
With a sharp intake of breath, her movements slowed. She dragged herself up my erection in one long, hard stroke. I watched in awe as the orgasm overtook her. Eyes closed. Lips parted. Cheeks flushed.
God, she was beautiful.
