Page 174 of Love Me Stalk Me
I groan into her, licking her through it, prolonging it, making sure she feels every last second of her release.
She trembles, twitching, her thighs jerking against me as aftershocks ripple through her.
I don't stop until she's whimpering, too sensitive, too overwhelmed.
Only then do I pull back, pressing a slow, reverent kiss against the inside of her thigh.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin flushed down to her perfect, bare breasts, her body loose and spent.
I watch her, my hands still gripping her thighs, keeping her exactly where she is.
Then, low and rough, I murmur—"That's my good girl."
Her eyes flutter open, dazed, unfocused, still floating somewhere in the high I just gave her.
And then she looks at me.
Not just looks.
Locks onto me.
Like I'm the only person in the room. The only one who matters in her world.
"Please, Cal, I need?—"
I alreadyfucking know.
She wants my cock.
Wants me to bury myself inside her, stretch her open, fuck her so deep and hard that she forgets everything but my name.
I want that too.
More than I can put into words.
But not yet.
I press one last kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath me. "Not tonight."
She whines, frustrated, needy. "Why not?"
I crawl back up her body, settling beside her, pressing my lips against hers, swallowing the whimper she lets out when she feels me still hard against her.
"Because I want to savor this, Izzy." I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb along her flushed jaw, tilting her chin up just enough to make her look at me. "I want to stretch this out, keep you on the edge, make you desperate for it."
Her lips part on a shallow breath, eyes darkening with want.
"We have time, pretty girl." I lean in, dragging my teeth along her bottom lip, feeling her shiver. "And when I finally take you, it's going to ruin us both."
She whimpers.
Soft, needy, already unraveling. She licks her lips, eyes lowering with a kind of hesitant hunger?—
and then she surprises me.
"Then can I at least take care of you?"
Fuck.
