She squeezed her eyes shut as his breath tickled the insides of her thighs.
“You’re so wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”
Her pulse drummed against her temples. A mewl left her lips. A pathetic response. If he didn’t touch her now, she’d detonate.
“Move forward,” he urged. She brought her intimates closer to the edge of the pool and, Oh god, his face. He brushed his lips along the inside of her thigh, so tormentingly close.
A torrent of hunger made her wiggle. “Rami,” she said breathlessly.
One of his hands hugged her hip, the other moved over her abdomen, stroking her ribs then finding her sternum and tickling its way down.
He brought his mouth close. His beard scraped the mound between her legs and her hips lifted. He chuckled.
“You’re teasing me,” she said accusingly.
“Just making sure you’re ready.” As he spoke, hot breath blew on her hypersensitive region. “Mmm. You’re going to taste so fucking good.”
Heat swirled around her despite the chilled air. His tongue flicked out to graze her folds and her eyes rolled back. Need thrummed through her, so great it took all her self-control not to grab the back of his head and hump his mouth.
That image seared her brain, tempting her.
But before she could act, his lips locked on her clit.
“Ohhh,” she cried.
He added suction then swiped his tongue over her crease and a shockwave annihilated her senses. She gasped, her hips rocking, urging him on. He didn’t slow. Instead, his hands gripped her ass as he angled for deeper access. Gone was all teasing.
He licked and stroked like a man starved and she was the only drop of water on the planet. She grew wetter by the second, making every lick that much hotter and slicker.
Deep, raspy groans rumbled from her throat as she stared at the blazing stars, her mind and body one with the vast and endless galaxy. An orgasm bloomed in her loins, its warmth demanding release.
Rami’s hand slipped to join his tongue and two fingers delved inside her.
“Ah,” she gasped. Her vision flickered as his digits sunk deep, touching her center. His tongue swirled around her clit and her toes curled. If it weren’t for his other hand, locked on her ass cheek, she’d have levitated.
She bucked her hips, desire winning and her legs spread as wide as possible. He curled his fingers at the same time as he applied sharp suction to her clit and she came undone. Her body pulsed and vibrated, her legs shaking as she cried out over and over, her orgasm so great she couldn’t take it. She hung on to every wave, needing it to never end.
And he didn’t let it.
He licked and sucked, playing and nipping until a wet rush left her body and she squeaked at the sheer force of it. “Rami. God,” she whimpered.
His fingers slowed as her orgasm descended, and his tongue gently lowered her back to earth. A quiver racked her body, and she nearly choked on her damn tongue.
Her body lay wet and limp like a rag doll. The hard cement came into focus. Seconds ago she could’ve sworn she was lying on a cloud.
She watched as Rami gripped the pool deck and lifted himself. Water rushed off his chest and wet briefs, and the rivulets explored his body more than she ever had. Even though he’d just made her come within an inch of her life, desire burned inside her like a hot ember. She still needed him. His whole length—hard and fast.
God, what’s wrong with me? How can I want him so badly?
The realization should have scared her. But all it did was make her reach for him. He clamped his hand around her forearm and pulled her to trembling feet. Then he laced his arm around her back and hooked his elbow beneath her knees.
“I hope you’re just getting started, baby. ’Cause I am.” His tone was hard, as if it was taking him immense effort not to fuck her right on the cement.
Scary thing was, she wouldn’t have complained.
CHAPTER 16
Rami strode around the pool with a naked Ivy in his arms, and it might’ve been the longest, most uncomfortable stroll he’d ever taken. His cock twitched and pulsed—so hard it fucking hurt.