Page 35 of One Hot Moment

Once she stretches that body out on the sofa, with her head in position, I allow myself a moment to admire the sensual beauty of her body. Those full tits. The dusky rose of her nipples. The curve of her hips, and her perfectly round navel. I could do nothing but admire her body for days on end.

But I need to taste her. Right now.

I perch on the sofa's edge and skate my hands up and down her legs.

She writhes and bites her lip.

When I bend over to pull her big toe into my mouth, she grasps the sofa's arm above her head. Encouraged by her responses, I slide off the sofa to kneel beside her. Now, I have the best vantage from which to worship her. I take hold of one ankle, urging her to bend her knee and rest it against the sofa's back. She watches with her bottom lip caught between her teeth while I urge her to tilt the other leg toward me. The scent of her cream drives me mad, but now that I have her opened up for me like a tropical flower, it's time to begin.

The hairs between her thighs glisten with drops of her own dew.

I splay my palm over her mound to pet her delicately. She arches her back, clenching the sofa's arm even harder. I push one finger between her folds, rubbing in slow circles while she watches my every move and her cream covers my palm. The scent is almost drugging, and I'm sure I will become hooked on the flavor of her desire before the night is done.

When I pull my hand away, she makes an annoyed little sound.

"Don't worry, love," I tell her. "I'm not done with you. But hold still, please."

Her brows wrinkle in the sweetest expression of confusion.

I move to the end of the sofa, kneeling behind her head. Her brows wrinkle even more when I cup her tits and massage the stiff peaks. A quick flick of my fingernail over one nipple makes her jerk and cry out. "Have you ever experienced a nipple orgasm?"

"No, but I've heard of that."

"Tonight, I'd like to try pleasuring you that way---as an appetizer. The main course will be my mouth devouring you."

"Please try the nipple-gasm thing. I've never had much luck with that on my own."

"Then let's give it a go, starting with foreplay."

I lay both my palms over her collarbone, splaying my fingers as I delicately glide my hands down her torso, avoiding her tits for now, moving my palms ever downward between those lush mounds. Then I cup her breasts and gently massage them without touching the nipples. They've grown stiffer and darker, engorged and ready to be teased.

To make this woman come for me over and over... That just might get me hard again in record time.

Chapter Sixteen

Tabitha

Spencer takes the tip of one nipple into his mouth and suckles it. I arch my back and moan deeply, loving every sensation, and release any inhibitions I might still have harbored. When Spencer lifts his head to kiss me upside down, I feel like I might be floating on a slowly spinning cloud of bliss. No man has ever made love to me with his mouth the way Spencer does, and no man has ever wanted to tease me and give me a nipple-gasm either.

He flicks his tongue over one stiff peak, three times, and I jerk.

I'm breathing harder and faster, almost hyperventilating. But Spencer releases my nipple and gives me a moment to recover from that sensation. Just as my pulse and my breathing normalize, he starts up again. His lips cover all of one nipple while his hand does the same with the other, and he teases me with simultaneous tongue flicks and finger flicks. Every so often, he coils his tongue around that peak just before suckling it fiercely.

My excitement meter has rocketed up into the stratosphere.

Just when I've gotten used to his mouth and hand teasing, Spencer glides his palms up and down my arms while planting soft kisses over my throat and down to the center of my torso to just above my mound.

Heart racing again. Breaths shortening again.

I've gotten so aroused that my cream dribbles onto my inner thighs. Even I can smell how turned on I am, and a dull, throbbing ache starts up inside me. My clit throbs too, like the heartbeat of my lust for this man. "Oh, God, Spence. Unh, I need you inside me, fucking me, right now."

"Not just yet." He waddles around on his knees to face me. "But it's time I gave you that nipple orgasm."

"Oh, thank heavens. I might have a heart attack if you tease me any more."

"That's how I felt just before you made me come in your mouth. Trust me, Tabitha. I would never leave you unsatisfied."

He kisses a path up my thigh, careful to avoid my mound, and traces that same path up to my tits. He delicately licks the nipple of one breast, making me gasp. The coolness from where he'd licked that peak arouses me even more, which seems impossible, but it's true. Then he takes hold of the other breast. As if in slow motion, he suckles one peak and simultaneously pinches the other.

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