“Yes,” she whispers when my mouth releases hers. I kiss down her neck, to her chest, and then I lift up and stare down at her.
“Fuck,” I whisper, dragging my hand over my mouth. “Kelsey, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
She shrugs out of the other strap and then, with her eyes connected to mine, she says, “Strip me down.”
Hell . . .
Lifting up, I tug on the lingerie until I free her from the lace, leaving her completely naked on my bed.
“Christ,” I whisper before lowering my mouth to her breasts. I squeeze one with my hand while I drag her nipple into my mouth. I lap at it with my tongue a few times, over and over, and then I suck on the nub—hard—causing her back to arch.
So responsive.
I move to her other breast and do the same thing.
Lick.
Lick.
Suck.
She moans while holding me in place.
I go back to her other breast and then trail kisses along her skin, over her belly button, and right below. Her legs part in anticipation, but instead of giving her what she wants, I move back up her stomach and to her left breast. I tease her nipple with my mouth.
“God,” she groans in frustration. “I’m so ready for you. You have to know that.”
“Are you?” I ask as I move my hand between us and very lightly run it along the seam of her pussy. My fingers are drenched in her arousal. Looking her in the eye, I suck on my fingers. “Fuck,” I grind out. “I’ve wanted your pussy ever since that first taste.”
I drag my mouth back down her body, swirling my tongue around, feeling her writhing beneath me as I grow closer and closer to the spot between her legs. I drag my tongue over her hipbone and then to her inner thigh.
“Please, don’t tease me . . . please,” she cries.
“You want my mouth?”
She nods. “Please, Jonah.”
Seeing the desperation in her eyes, I switch plans. I wanted to consume her with need by playing around with her inner thighs, but there’s no point, so I spread her legs with my hands and move in between them. Her glistening clit is ready for me, so with one, long, gentle stroke, I soak her all up.
“Oh . . . God,” she groans while her pelvis reaches for me. “More. I want so much more.”
I part her with my fingers as I drag my tongue very slowly over her clit. I’m languid with my strokes, adding sufficient pressure to drive her nuts, but not enough speed to push her over the edge.
And that’s how I keep her, on the edge with every press, every lick. I don’t want her to come, not yet, not when I’m right where I want to be. Pleasing her. Tasting her. Consuming her.
I’ve dreamt of this, of this very moment, where I could own this woman. I don’t want it to end; I want it to last. I want to know that I can drive her crazy with every pass of my tongue.
“JP, please,” she begs.
I slowly insert two fingers inside her, giving her more, but not making her come yet.
“Yes.” She shifts under my grasp. “Right there. Ohhhh, yes.”
I curve my fingers up, while I pick up the strokes of my tongue, turning them more into flicks, causing a slew of curse words to fall out of my beautiful girl’s mouth. And, fuck, it turns me on even more.
My dick is so hard, it’s painful as it presses against my dress pants, offering no room. Between the way she fucking tastes, and her reaction to what I’m doing, I know the minute I get inside her, I’m going to come.
“JP, oh God, I’m . . . I’m right there.”
Her confession makes me pause, and I pull my mouth from her clit to look up at her.
Her chest is heaving, her eyes are ravenous, and her mouth is drawn into a frown as she says, “What are you doing?”
“I want to look at you, see what you look like right before you come.”
Her hands grip the comforter beneath us as she lies back down. “Please, JP, please don’t make me wait. I want to come on your tongue.”
Well, fuck.
I bring my mouth back to her clit, and instead of licking, I suck the little nub between my lips, causing her to call out my name and her legs to grip me tightly.
“Fuck,” she groans. “Oh God . . . I’m—I’m . . . there.”
I suck one more time before releasing her and flicking my tongue against her clit over and over again until she tenses around me and yells out something unintelligible as she falls over the edge. Her hips ride against my mouth, her arousal soaks into my beard, and I keep moving my tongue and fingers until she’s begging me to stop.