Page 185 of Gathered Sparkle

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes.”

A slow smile curls my lips as I press a little closer, letting the curve of my breast graze his mouth. “Then suck my tits.”

His eyes darken further, his hands trembling as they finally lift to touch me. His palms glide over my sides, up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a jolt of pure need straight between my thighs.

A soft, helpless sound escapes his throat as he leans in, his lips closing around one hardened peak. The first drag of his tongue makes me gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him in place. He sucks gently, then harder, his teeth grazing, making my back arch.

“Yesss,” I whisper, my voice a breathless sigh. “Just like that.”

His hands knead my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples while his mouth worships me. He switches to the other side, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before pulling it between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth—it’s maddening, igniting a slow burn that makes my knees weak and my pussy oh-so-wet.

I tug his hair, pulling him back to see his face. His lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes glazed with need.

“You listen so well, that mouth of yours worshiping me,” I praise. “You love tasting me, don’t you?”

“I love it.” He nods, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. “I love making you feel good.”

“Then don’t stop.” I guide his head back to my chest. “Show me how good you can be.”

He groans softly, his mouth finding my nipple again, his hands exploring, caressing, every touch lighting me up from the inside. I press closer, making him moan into my skin, the sound vibrating through me, while Nicholas’s hands drift down from my breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, lingering at the button of my jeans.

He glances up at me, eyes dark and seeking permission. I nod, and he unfastens the button with trembling fingers. Then the zipper lowers, each inch revealing more of me, his eyes following the path like he’s unwrapping a gift.

He peels the denim down my legs, his knuckles brushing my skin, and my panties are next, the lace sliding down with agonizing slowness. When I’m finally bare before him, his gaze rakes over me.

Fuck, I love his eyes on me.

I let my hands drift down to the hem of his shirt. “Arms up.”

He obeys instantly, lifting his arms, and I peel the shirt off, dropping it to the floor. I trail my fingers down his torso, feeling the tension in his muscles and the way he holds himself together like he’s afraid he’ll break.

“Look at you… already falling apart for me. Do you even realize how fucking beautiful you are like this?” I press a kiss to his collarbone, then to the hollow of his throat. He shudders beneath me, and a whimper slips past his lips.

I push him back onto the bed, and he falls onto his elbows, eyes wide as I climb onto the mattress, straddling his waist. My hands roam his chest, fingers tracing his pecs and stomach, feeling every line and dip.

Leaning down, I press open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, teasing him, drawing out those little sounds that make my core tighten. “You smell so fucking good,” I whisper as his bergamot scent fills my nose and my tongue flicks against his earlobe.

He groans, his hips shifting beneath me, his hard cock twitching against my thigh. “Sweetness…”

I pull back, meeting his gaze with a wicked smile. “You want more?”

“Yes. Please.”

I slide off him, standing at the edge of the bed. “Strip.”

His cheeks flame, but he doesn’t hesitate as his fingers fumble with his belt and then the button of his jeans. He kicks them off along with his briefs, and his beautiful cock springs free before he sits back, perfectly naked.

I drink him in. The way his chest rises and falls, the uncertainty in his eyes. “Lie back,” I command softly. He does, stretching his body out for me, his cock twitching against his stomach. I crawl onto the bed and straddle his chest. His breath hitches, eyes glued to my body.

“Now, be a good boy, and let me sit on your face,” I purr.

“Fuck.”

I glide up slowly, turning around to face his body, my knees framing his head. I hover above his mouth, his breath hot against my core, and a shiver rolls through me. Every shaky exhale is a whispered promise against me.

“Look at you,” I murmur, glancing down his body, my eyes devouring the sight of his cock, thick, hard, and leaking for me.I shift my weight, my fingers trailing down to wrap around his length. “Mmm… messy for me.”

His hips jerk at the contact, a strangled moan slipping from his throat as his grip on my thighs tightens. Unable to hold back any longer, I sink lower, teasing him with just a brush of my pussy against his face. His hands flex, desperate to pull me down, to taste me.

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