Page 28 of Promise Me Never

She whimpers as my fingers move back into her hair at the nape of her neck and pull. I swallow her excited gasp, my dick aching to be released. The feel of her fingers exploring the planes of my stomach and chest makes me yearn for more, so I reach back and grab the collar of my shirt, letting her lips go for the second it takes to pull it over my head.

I roll her onto her back, cupping one of her breasts over her dress in my hand. Her nipple strains against the fabric, hardening beneath my circling thumb. Her hips arch off the blankets as if in search of something to ease the ache I’m sure is forming.

Her hand slides over the ridge of my erection and squeezes, pulling a moan from my lips. I’m so tempted to let her pull me out, but I cover her hand with mine and shake my head.

“Not tonight. This is just about you.”

“What?” she asks with swollen lips. “We’re not having sex?”

“Nope.” I move my hand down to her thigh. “Not tonight.” I begin my ascent upwards with light, teasing strokes. “You’re just going to get used to my touch tonight.”

“We don’t have to stop here. I’ve done this before.”

“I can do it better.”

Eleven

ELI

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That was arrogant.

I like it.

The way that Luke’s body feels on top of mine is criminal. Like my very own human security blanket. Every brush of his lips against mine sends shivers of excitement through my body. The steady strokes of his fingertips continue their ascent up my thighs. Desire pools in my core as he teases me, but I have my own surprise waiting for him.

I smile with satisfaction when he groans against my lips.

“No panties?” He pulls back and looks down my body at his hand, hidden beneath my dress. He pushes my dress up, pooling it around my hips and exposing me to the cool night air. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

I have to fight every urge to cover myself back up while he looks down at me and lightly explores my body. The starlight highlights his profile, the sharp edges in contrast to the softly lit sky. My lips part with silent gasp as he grazes my clit. It was just a tease, but my pussy clenches regardless.

He coats his fingers with my desire before repeating the move over and over. His eyes move up my face as he catalogs each of my reactions as he changes pace and the type of movement he uses. Flicks, circles, strokes, and pinches. He studies what draws audible gasps and smiles when I whimper and arch into his touch.

I reach for the back of his head, pulling his lips back down to mine. I crave the connection of his lips over mine. His tongue dips between my lips at the same time that one of his fingers slides inside me. I gasp into our kiss as he adds another.

“You with me?” he asks, not stopping.

I nod as I continue to kiss him. He finds the spot inside my walls that sends white, hot heat ricocheting within me. My walls tremble around his fingers, clenching and seeking all the pleasure they wring from him.

I tilt my head back, breaking the kiss. It’s too much, too overwhelming, but that doesn’t stop my thighs from closing around his wrist, keeping him locked in place. I feel his teeth graze my neck and down my chest. He pulls my dress down, exposing one of my breasts. My nipples harden even more as his mouth covers the one he exposed.

The only thing I can hear over the roar of my heartbeat and the obscene sound of him pumping into my pussy are the little sounds he makes as he sucks and nips at my breasts. The world around us fades as the connection between our bodies comes into stark clarity. I give myself over to a level of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

The orgasm rips through me like a powerful wave dragging me out to sea. His lips cover mine as I cry out his name, and his fingers slow, but don’t stop stroking me until the final pulses of my climax subside. He looks down into my eyes, his raging with a private storm.

After a quiet moment, he looks down to where my thighs have relaxed and dropped open. He withdraws his fingers slowly, the emptiness left behind is palpable. His fingers shine with the evidence with my release and he brings them to my lips.

“Taste what I do to you.”

I flick my tongue out to his fingers as he traces my lips. He drops his mouth to mine, sucking and biting my lower lip as I pull him over me. I want to feel him.

He rests his erection against my core, reigniting the heat deep within me. I want nothing more than to unbuckle his jeans, pull him out, and feel his length deep inside me. He grinds against me again as I bend my knee and let it fall open further.

I can feel every inch of him behind the rough tines of his zipper. He grabs my wrist before I can even get close to unbuttoning his jeans.

“Not tonight.”

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