Page 38 of Bayside Heat
He began kissing her oversensitive skin, and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Eyes open, sweetheart. I want you to see who’s driving you wild.”
Her eyes flew open with his command, stirring all sorts of passions she’d never known existed. She craved that roughness of his voice, the fierceness in his eyes as he loosened her shirt, and then unthreaded the tie completely. He pushed the two sides of her shirt to the mattress, leaving her bare from the hips up.
“I’ve waited a fucking lifetime for this. You’re gorgeous, Serena.”
He dragged the silky tie over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled against the sensual touch, and he lowered his mouth over one taut peak, teasing her with light flicks of his tongue.
“Oh God,” she said in a long, heated whisper.
He took her nipple between his teeth and tugged, sending shocks of lightning to her sex. Her hips shot off the mattress.
“Mm. Supergirl likes that.”
He did it again, and her eyes slammed closed with the mix of pleasure and pain.
“I love your eyes, sweetheart. I want them on me.”
Every word was laced with emotion, but the underlying command was not lost on her, and Lord help her, she loved it.
Her eyes opened, and he continued his magnificent ministrations, sucking and biting, loving each breast. She struggled to keep from closing her eyes, and at the same time, watching him was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. The pleased look he gave her as he tasted her made her even hotter, more desperate for him. Her entire body tingled and throbbed as his mouth moved slowly over every inch of each breast, sucking the underside of one as he groped the other. She’d never known her body was so sensitive, but every slick of his tongue made her wetter. His hips were wedged between her legs, and he angled up, thrusting against her swollen sex in the same rhythm as he squeezed her nipple and sucked her other breast, causing a collision of sensations. She bowed up beneath him, her legs opening wider so he could press harder, and sweet baby Jesus, the man knew exactly what he was doing. A searing ache burned inside her, an orgasm fluttering just out of reach. He pinched harder, sucking so roughly a spear of pain shot through her core, exploding in a gust of fiery sensations. She cried out, clutching at the mattress. He didn’t relent, holding her at the peak, heightening and extending her arousal just as he’d promised. She quivered and quaked, caught in a web of exquisite sensations. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, could only surrender to his divine ecstasies, spiraling into oblivion.
She felt suspended by waves of pleasures as his mouth and hands traveled down her body. His fingers pressed firmly into her skin as his lips brushed ever so lightly beside them, on her ribs, her waist, her belly. Every squeeze of his hand was accentuated by a tantalizing press of his lips and slick of his tongue. She was mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he moved from her face to the part of her body he was cherishing, then back again. Every time their eyes met, her pulse spiked, and when his mouth touched her skin, it brought a rush of too many sensations to pick apart.
He pushed up her skirt, and she lifted her hips for him to remove it, but the coy grin he flashed told her he wasn’t going to. Instead, he lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, sucking the wetness of her arousal and sending more electric currents coursing through her. He gripped her thighs, just above her knees, spreading them wider as he kissed her knee and up along her inner thigh until he reached her center. He hovered over her sex, breathing her in, and placed a single kiss to the thin material separating them. Then his mouth met her other thigh in hard sucks and tender kisses, all the way down to her knee. Her skin was on fire as he tasted his way back up her flesh, eyes locked on her.
“Drake, you’re driving me crazy—”
He dragged his tongue along the crease beside her sex. Her inner muscles pulsed and swelled in anticipation.
“Give me your hands,” he rasped, and she did.
He pressed his palms flat against hers, holding them to the mattress beside her, and lowered his mouth beside her sex again, teasing and taunting all around it but never moving her thong or touching her there. She hung on the brink of madness as he loved her thighs, belly, and finally, her breasts, taking her expertly over the edge time and time again.
