Page 112 of Them Bones

His left hand found her wrist and brought it up above her head, where he intertwined their fingers and kept her arm pressed into the mattress. His right feathered its way down her body, his thumb brushing her pink nipple, and he groaned into her mouth, his cock kicking against her at the same time.

He kept his hand moving downwards and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, but he pushed her legs farther apart with his knee, preventing any friction, leaving her soaked and exposed with nothing to rub against.

She bit his tongue and snarled at him a little.

“So impatient…” he murmured against her lips, shaking with laughter. His hand lazily drifted along her inner thigh, making its way up across her abdomen, down the other side and tracing the other thigh with the same, slow, circular pattern.

She tried to reach between her legs with her free hand but he easily overpowered her and shoved it above her head, kissing his way up her chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth while she moaned with pleasure and frustration.

“Don’t. Move.” He ordered, releasing her hands and shifting his weight, sliding his lips across her sternum and taking her other nipple into his mouth. She bucked at the contact, but kept her hands above her head. “Good girl…” he praised.

His tongue made its way down her stomach, dipping into the lines and curves of her belly, flicking her belly button ring and making her buck again. Her hands subconsciously dropped into his hair, gripping it tight, but he snapped them back above her head and shifted back up to her neck, sliding his lips along her throat.

“Every time you move, I’ll start from the beginning,” he said against her skin.

She wanted to scream, but grabbed hold of the headboard and willed her body to cooperate, to be still…

He repeated his path with his mouth, one nipple and then the other, her belly, her bellybutton… This time she obeyed and as he got to her lower belly she didn’t move, her fingers aching from gripping the bottom of the headboard so hard.

His hands found her hips and his thumbs dug into the hollows below her hip bones, her back bending unnaturally with pleasure, a long moan winding its way out of her mouth as he smiled against her body.

But then he moved lower still, his hands finding her inner thighs and gently pushing them apart, and she suddenly felt nervous… He’d never seen her bare. Never seen her up close. And now he wasright there,staring at her…

He gently eased her open and she could feel his breath on her, her muscles spasming with tension as he just… looked.

“Perfect…” he muttered, and then he licked right up her centre.

She felt like her back was going to break she bowed so hard. He grunted with male satisfaction at the taste of her, pulling her wider apart and pushing his tongue into her as deep as it could go.

He licked every part of her. Her lips, her clit, deep inside… nothing was safe from his tongue, an assault on her body like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her legs were shaking violently, her stomach clenching, her chest heaving, and on and on it went, his tongue thick and wide and moving in a slow, deep, circular motion that made her want to scream.

As he shifted his angle and moved his mouth upwards, he sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it between his lips at the same time as he sank two fingers into her.

She detonated like a nuclear bomb.

She cried out so loud she had to clamp her hand over her mouth, her body turning itself inside out as he mercilessly worked her with his fingers and lips and tongue until her throat was burning from the muffled scream.

When he finally withdrew his fingers and traced lazy circles over the triangle of her trimmed pubic hair with his tongue, she started to panic that she’d peed.

She couldn’t sit up, her muscles too sore, her head spinning, but she lifted her head and frantically tried to look between her legs.

“It’s okay, baby,” he hushed her. “You’re just really,reallywet, is all…”

She covered her eyes with her hands, feeling suddenly mortified, but he slid up her body and eased them away, looking at her face with a fierce expression.

“Don’t,” he said. “Never be embarrassed.Ever.Not about your body. Not with me.”

“I made such a mess…” she whimpered, cheeks flaming.

“I love it,” he said in a guttural voice. “I love that you did that...”

He whispered dirty things in her ear, his hands roving all over her body, until she relaxed and wasn't able to think of anything butmore.

As their kissing deepened, she felt her blood heating all over again, building inside of her like he was calling it to him.

“Please,” she begged, her voice soft and sweet, “please, Shane… Please… Fuck me…”

He paused, his nose skimming her collarbone. “I just wanted to dothistonight, Laney. A hundred more times, but just this. This is enough…”

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