Page 8 of Hot & Bothered

He trailed his mouth back up her neck and kissed her smile.

“You’re all about balance. Those scales rule your life. But you’re also a giver.”

“Oh, baby, do I ever like to give.”

“You’re all about foreplay.”

“Love it.” He peppered kisses across the other side of her jaw and down her throat. Slowly, his hands worked their way behind her and found the top of the zipper for her dress.

“And you’re a big communicator in bed. You’re not afraid to say exactly what you want.”

He pulled down the zipper. “No harm in asking.”

Her dress loosened from her body and when he stepped back just a touch, it fell to the ground in a pool of forest green at her feet, leaving her in a sexy black strapless bra and matching thong. She still had on her black heels, too. He’d always loved the way a woman’s legs looked in heels. The way they made her calves pop, and the feel of a heel digging into his ass cheek during sex, was something he sometimes found himself craving.

Living up to the reputation of his star sign, he slowly sunk down to his knees, pressing kisses to the top swell of each breast, her ribs, her belly, the tops of her thighs and inner knees. Lifting up one leg, he trailed his hand from her heel to the apex of her thighs, tracing the path with his nose, and pulling her feminine scent deep into his lungs.

He made sure she knew to keep her foot on his shoulder as he inched forward, moved her thong to the side and flicked her clit with his tongue.

Her sharp inhale made him smile.

He did it again. Only this time, she responded with a low moan and a gentle push forward of her hips, welcoming him.

He took the gesture for what it was and dove in, swirling his tongue around her clit and loving the way she was already wet for him. Two fingers found her core, and he pushed them inside, curling upward and enjoying the way she squeezed around him and bucked into his face.

Her clit swelled against his tongue and her fingers wove their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him grunt from the tingles of threatened pain. But it was the kind of pain he liked. Just enough to remind him he was alive. Just enough to send sharp zaps down to his balls.

His cock strained against his dress pants, but he didn’t care. He’d deal with that later. Right now, his focus was on the enchanting Peyton and her cute little red landing strip. He didn’t care if a woman was shaved, waxed, lasered, or sporting a bush. Hair was normal, and it was all about personal preference. But he had to admit, Peyton’s perfectly landscaped strip was very enticing. He pressed his nose into the hair and inhaled deeply, loving her unique feminine scent and the way it made his cock get even thicker.

He went back to his task of sucking her clit and finger fucking her tight little pussy. She wasn’t going to last long, he could already tell. She was trying so hard to keep a rhythm as she rode his face, but as she drew closer to her finish line, she was losing her cadence. It was cute. And a part of him wanted to see just how crazy and erratic he could make her.

A sexy little whimper from the woman above made him smile as he swept the flat of his tongue over her clit.

“Oh god.”

He did it again.

Her legs trembled.

He did it again.

“J-Jace … I … Oh god.” Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her knees wobbled and when he glanced up her body to check out her expression, he wasn’t disappointed. She was biting her bottom lip, and her head was tossed back against the window.

Her lower belly muscles were tight as she tried as hard as she could to hold on. But the longer she clenched everything—including her pussy muscles around his fingers—the more he saw it as a challenge to get her to break. To push her over that edge.

Pulling his fingers free, he moved his face lower and thrust his tongue into her channel, fucking her that way. His thumb found her clit and wiggled back and forth.

“Oh … god.” Now her entire body shook. “Y-yes. Oh god. I’m going to—”

And then she did.

And she broke so beautifully.

Her cries of pleasure we uninhibited and at full volume, and the way she ground herself down on his face said she wasn’t holding back at all. She was there fully and completely for the pleasure he wielded. Sweet honey poured from her pussy and across his tongue. He drank her down as fast as he could. Accepting every drop of what she offered.

Her body rippled and her muscles contracted with each new wave of her climax, but no matter what, the hold she had on his hair remained firm. She wasn’t letting go of him. He wasn’t allowed to move from his spot between her legs until the last drop was consumed, and the last tremor of her release was spent.

There was nowhere else he’d rather be, anyway.

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