Page 64 of Sully

Breaking the kiss, his bright eyes found mine, his gaze molten, watching me for a moment while I ground against his hardness, shameless in my need.

His hands slid down my body, stopping at my hips, then sliding upward, teasing under my shirt, his warm fingers on my skin making a shiver rack my system.

His head ducked, lips on that spot right where my neck met my shoulder, kissing, flicking his tongue, as his fingers teased up over my ribs, splayed just a fraction too low from where I was aching for him to touch.

“Sully,” I whimpered, fingers digging into the material of his tee. A tee that I suddenly violently hated, wanting it off of him as soon as possible.

My hands were demanding then, pulling at the t-shirt until Sully moved back and raised his arms, letting me pull it off him.

But before I could let my fingers explore him, trace the indents of his abdominal muscles, and get to know the curves of his tattoos, his hands were reaching for my shirt.

I’d never been so desperate to be free of it before, my hands going straight up as he reached to pull it off, his gaze staying on mine for a long second before drifting lower.

The sound that escaped him was something feral, close to a growl, and it had my sex clenching hard, my hips rocking to meet the need.

My breath caught as his hands moved to cover my breasts, squeezing, making my head fall back on a sigh as my nipples immediately responded, twisting into painfully tightened buds.

A groan moved through Sully as his hands shifted, his thumbs and forefingers seeking my nipples and doing delicious little rolls.

But as I whimpered and rocked against him, his fingers grew tighter and rolled harder.

“Sully,” I sighed, hips moving side to side impatiently, needing more friction than I was getting.

“Love you moaning my name, baby,” he said. “But I’m not done exploring yet,” he told me.

His hands slid to my sides, pulling me upward, making close contact with his lap. There was no stopping the grumble that escaped me at the loss of that much-needed friction.

But then Sully’s head was moving between my breasts, making my heart thunder against my ribcage as his soft hair tickled my overly sensitive skin.

His lips pressed a sweet little kiss between the swells before his head suddenly shifted, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth hard.

The sound that escaped me was a choke as my hand slapped to the back of his head, holding him against me as he sucked in strobe-like motions. Then his tongue traced. His teeth grazed.

Just when I thought I could come just from that, his head shifted to allow him to continue the sweet torment with my other nipple.

My chest felt tight from my panting breath by the time he released me.

Then his hands were going down my legs, slipping down the backs of my thighs, then hooking behind my knees and pulling hard.

My butt landed on his thighs as he hooked my legs behind his hips.

Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, he was shifting forward, angling me backward until I was flat against the bed.

But he didn’t come over me, didn’t press into me like my body was crying out for.

He shifted up on his knees, his fingers sliding down over my shoulders, breasts, down my belly, then found the waistband of my pants and panties, and started to draw them down.

I pulled my legs upward, giving him the access he needed to pull the material off my ankles and toss it carelessly to the floor.

I’d never felt such a strong desire to beseenas I was right then. And the hunger in Sully’s gaze as he pulled my thighs around to the sides of his hips, exposing me fully to his view, had me almost wanting to weep with need.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

But before I could even process the intensity in his voice, his fingers were slipping up my inner thighs, spreading me wider.

If there was a whisper of insecurity, it was drowned out by the jolt of desire as his thumb found my clit and started to circle it in excruciatingly slow circles.

“Look how wet you are for me already,” Sully said, his eyes almost closed with the strength of his desire. “Fuck,” he groaned when my legs spread wider for him, inviting him between as mybreathing went fast and shallow. “Your pussy is needy, huh?” he asked.

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