Page 47 of A Little Naughty

“Mmm…” His voice vibrates in my ear, and his fingers find the center of my panties, sliding back and forth before moving beneath the fabric to my bare skin. “Perfect.”

“Oh, God.” I can’t move. One strong arm is a band of muscle around my waist, and his face is in my hair, kissing my neck as he fingers me.

He strokes and circles my clit, and my hips rotate in time. I’m a rag doll under his touch, bending as he wills. A thick digit slips inside me, and I yelp, rising onto my toes.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans.

I’m about to come, and I reach behind me to palm the front of his jeans. His cock is thick and long beneath the fabric and so hard. I turn, reaching for the top button, but he stops me.

In a sweep, he lifts me off my feet, placing my ass on the table. His hands grip my knees, and he lifts them, opening me as my skirt falls to my waist.

“Raif…” I gasp as he grips the sides of my underwear, jerking them down my legs.

I help him, shoving them lower and wiggling my foot out of the opening. I’ve only gotten one leg free when his mouth comes down, covering my pussy in a long, hungry tongue-kiss.

Another cry escapes my lips, and I arch my back. His face is between my thighs, moving back and forth, and my eyes roll shut.

His tongue slides hungrily up and down and around and around my clit, and I’m losing my mind with every sizzling swipe. My stomach quivers, and I whimper and buck, threading my fingers in the sides of his thick hair as he eats me like his favorite meal.

His mouth moves to the crease of my leg, and he kisses and licks me there. I’m so sensitive, my thighs jump, but he doesn’t waste time. He’s back on my clit, sucking and tasting. He’s not letting up as I rise higher and higher, my orgasm tingling and twisting my stomach tighter with every pass.

Little growling noises come from him, vibrating against my most sensitive skin. My brain burns, and I’m lost in sensation, flying higher and higher. Another warm, wet stroke of his tongue, and I feel his fingers tickling at my ass, moving closer to my pussy.

He slips two fingers inside me, curling them, and with a buck, I come so fast, I nearly fly off the table.

“Fuck!” I yell. “Fuck yes!”

He keeps licking and pumping his fingers until my legs are shaking. My hands are in his hair, and I twist to the side with a scream of ecstasy. “Raif…”

He pushes me onto my back again, and when I look down, I see his blue eyes twinkle at me from between my thighs. He rises higher, kissing the top of my hip, my lower belly. A sex-drunk laugh ripples through my body, and he bites my stomach just hard enough to make my legs shake again.

“Fuck, Raif!” I squeak, reaching for him. “You melted my brain.”

He stands straight between my legs, looking down at me like I’m a feast, and he’s starving. I’m pretty starving myself, and I put a hand beside me on the table, pushing up slowly to sitting.

Our eyes never part, and I reach for the hem of his shirt. “Take this off.”

In a sweep, both of his shirts are gone, and he’s standing in front of me bare chested, his body as perfect as a statue.

He’s all tanned, lean muscle, like someone who works hard instead of working out. I trace my fingers over his broad, tattooed shoulders, down to the lines that carve out his biceps. His muscled forearms are beside me as he leans forward on the table.

The front of my dress is open, and he lifts a hand to my breast, cupping and sliding his thumb across my hard nipple. Then he leans forward and sucks and bites it.

The sensation registers straight to my throbbing pussy, and the mind-bending orgasm he gave me revives with a tingling heat. I want to rub my bare body all over his.

His chest is broad, and more lines of muscle cut along his ribs and across his stomach. A perfect V disappears into his faded jeans, and I lick my lips.

He cups my face in one hand, forcing my eyes to his once more. “You like what you see?”

I nod, leaning forward to press my open mouth against the hollow of his throat, sliding my tongue along the hot skin covering his collarbone. Salt fills my mouth, and my hard nipples rake against his chest. He exhales a groan, his hand moving to grip my bare ass on the table.

“I want to fuck you.” It’s a rough order, and my hands immediately go to the button of his jeans.

“I want that, too.” My voice is low, almost wild with lust.

He reaches behind him, digging in his pocket. He removes his wallet, and I’m relieved to see he has a condom. I’m only halfway through unpacking all my shit, and I don’t want to break this spell.

I’m focused on getting his jeans open and down. My mouth is watering to see his cock. From the feel of it through the fabric, I expect my legs will be shaking again soon.

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