And if the look on Shane’s face was anything to go by, he liked it, too.
Then he bent and put his mouth on the exposed curve of my upper left breast, pressing kisses along the lace-edged cup before opening his mouth over the thin satin covering my nipple and sucking it into his mouth.
My back arched as I gasped, the sensation so sharp, all of my muscles tensed.I reached for his head, sliding my fingers into his hair to hold him to me.The soft strands felt like silk against my palms and I wanted to rub my cheek against the crown of his head.Or better yet, have him brush the longer strands against my breasts, my stomach.The inside of my thighs.
Sucking in much needed air, I pressed his head closer.Shane took direction well.He bit at me, laved my nipple though the material then blew a cool breath across it to make it pucker.
He moved to do the exact same thing to my other nipple and, for the next several minutes, proceeded to drive me more than a little crazy.
With my other lovers—at least the ones after I’d broken up with my ex—I’d been the one in control.Maybe I’d unconsciously chosen men who allowed me to be in control.
Maybe it wasn’t that unconscious.
But not Shane.He had his own plan, apparently, and I was more than happy to go along with it.
His tongue flicked at my nipples, which I’d never considered all that sensitive.Tonight…they ached with sensation, almost painfully.I squirmed so much, I realized he’d moved his hands to my ribs to hold me down.
I liked that.Oh, hell, I liked that a lot.
And when he began to kiss his way down my body, my hands dropped to his shoulders.Just to make sure he didn’t stray.
But Shane had a definite purpose in mind.
His fingers didn’t fumble at all with my skirt, just slid down the zipper with a move so smooth I had a second to wonder if I got a lot of practice.
Then he tugged on the skirt and had it down around my ankles in seconds.Now all I wore were a pair of barely there panties and my bra.And a smile.
A really big smile as he pulled a condom out of the wallet he grabbed out of his pants, still hanging around his hips.
“I’m gonna take these off now.”He stuck the fingers of his right hand in the string holding the two sides of my panties together and tugged.I had to lift my bottom to help him get them off, my feet braced on his thighs until he had them down around my ankles.
As soon as he’d dropped them, I reached for him.Wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him.
His eyes closed as I pumped him from root to tip.Damn, he was thick.Not stubby, though.Just long enough.Mouth-watering.Perfect.
A smile curved my lips and I watched his gaze narrow as he leaned forward, planting his hands on the cushions just above my shoulders.
His lips were close enough that I could lift my head and kiss him.And I could tell that’s what he expected.
Instead, I leaned back…and lifted my hips to brush the tip of his cock against my labia.
His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing until I could barely see any blue at all.I loved the feel of his hot flesh against mine, could have teased him for the next hour at least.
Or not.Because when he deliberately slipped the tip between labia, my brain short-circuited.I arched my back and sought to get him deeper.
Instead, he pulled away and pushed back up onto his knees.
Moaning, I reached for his hips but he leaned back, out of my grasp.And made sure I watched as he rolled the condom down his length.
His intense focus made my lungs struggle for air.I’d never had another man affect me like this.It was almost too much to take.
I wanted to close my eyes, take back a little bit of control, but I didn’t want to break the connection between us.
So I saw the way his expression tightened when he leaned forward again and rubbed the tip of his cock against my clit.Biting back a moan, I reached for his forearms, fingers digging into taut muscles as the ache between my legs built.
My hips rose to meet his and his lips covered mine again for a kiss that fuzzed my brain.
I needed him inside, to fill the aching void and make me come.