“It’s not selfish when you already have me.” He pressed his forehead against mine, his breaths coming quick as he inched his hands down my arms.
“So…” He brushed his lips against my cheek. “…fucking…” I let out a moan when he dragged them across my chin. “…beautiful,” he whispered and came back to my mouth, this kiss slow as his tongue glided against mine.
I rolled on top of him, smiling at his disheveled hair and hooded eyes, peering up at me with so much love and desire I didn’t know whether to tear his clothes off or weep.
I slipped my hand under his T-shirt and glided it up his torso. His laugh vibrated against my lips as I painted kisses across his chest.
“Sweetheart, please,” he said as his head fell back, his hand in my hair while I buried my head into his neck, smiling as Mike shuddered against me when I swirled my tongue over a sensitive spot.
“You’re fucking beautiful too,” I whispered, holding his gaze as he peeled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him.
I ran my hand over the soft dusting of hair on his chest and down the smooth ripples of his stomach.
“Foolish but so beautiful.”
“I’m not foolish,” Mike said with a hazy grin. “Like I said, I’m just crazy about you.” He cupped the nape of my neck. “Now that I have you, neither of us is going anywhere. Give me that mouth.”
He slanted his mouth over mine, breaking the kiss when he stood, pulling me up to stand and lifting me by my waist. I wrapped my legs around him, both for purchase and to get as close as possible as he carried me into the bedroom.
I whimpered into his mouth as he set me down in front of the bed, our mouths still fused together as he drifted his hand up my back, pulling down the zipper of my dress with a low whir until it dropped and pooled at my feet. I fell back on the bed, his eyes holding mine as he dragged my panties down my legs.
He hovered over me, planting his hands on either side of me as he raked his gaze up and down my body.
“Jesus, you’re even more gorgeous than I thought you’d be.”
He glided his hand up my leg and along the inside of my thigh. My legs were still shaking but not from shock. Pure need radiated from every cell of my body, and if Mike didn’t touch me in the next five seconds, I’d combust.
I drifted my hand along Mike’s trembling jaw.
“What’s wrong? Did you change your mi?—”
“Fuck no,” he grunted out. “I want you so much. I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
I smiled, bucking my hips off the bed to press my body flush to his. “Who said I wanted you to be?”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
“You’d never scare me. You’re my safe place. Give me all of you, and don’t hold back.”
I yelped when Mike grabbed my hips and lifted them off the bed, kissing up my leg as he swirled a finger over my rock-hard and swollen clit.
“Remember what you asked for,” he rasped and covered me with that full, beautiful mouth.
He sucked, licked, and explored every soaked inch of me, groaning as he slid his tongue deep inside and fucked me withhis mouth, digging his fingers deeper into my thighs with every thrust.
My body was lost in sensation as I thrashed my legs back and forth.Notgentle was fine with me. More than fine. I reveled in making him so crazy with need.
I wasn’t scared. I was in heaven. Mike was everywhere, his mouth and hands all over me, and it was too much and not enough all at once.
“So goddamn sweet,” Mike murmured as he swirled his tongue around my clit and slid two fingers inside, twisting them as he pumped in and out, harder and faster. I didn’t know if I was about to come or skyrocket off the bed.
“Mike,” I screeched out, sitting up to grab the back of his head as I bucked my hips against his face, digging my heels into his back as my body went rigid from the waist down.
“Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Ride my face. Let me taste that pretty pussy coming all over my tongue.”
I never thought Mike would have such a filthy mouth or that it would make me come so hard that my knees would give out.
I burrowed my head into the pillow, my body now a limp noodle against my sheets after seizing with so much tension a half hour ago.