Page 92 of The Fixer

Her brows drew together in a question mark.

“I want you to play with your tits while you’re watching me feast on you.” Hesitation shone in her eyes, so he pushed a little harder for that control. “Come on, baby. Show me how you like to be touched so I know what to do when it’s my turn again.”

She didn’t move. Looming over her, he braced himself on his forearms and kissed and nibbled each nipple. Then he covered her body with his, his cock trapped between them, and kissed her languidly, deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth, then each lip in turn, worshipping her mouth as he fought to contain the fire raging inside him.

“I need you to show me, Joy,” he murmured against her full lips and drew back.

Eyes locked on him, she lowered her hands to her upper chest and rested them there. He trailed kisses down her body, lingering at the altar of her breasts before he gathered her legs in his hands. Flattening his tongue, he took one long lick, his gaze mining hers.

A shiver raced through her. Her hands fluttered over her chest, as if unsure what to do, and a fresh dose of lust flooded his veins. “Touch yourself, Joy,” he growled. He stroked her with his tongue, ending with a firm flick that made her ass come up off the bed.

Her fingers danced over her breasts, tracing tentative circles.

“You’re holding out, baby. I know you like it rougher than that,” he taunted. “Now’s no time to be shy. Show me how you touch yourself when no one’s looking.”

She closed her eyes and tweaked her nipples.

Oh, she could do better than that, and he was just the guy to prove it. He began laving her, gently at first, sucking on her most sensitive spot. Turning up the intensity, he flicked, swirled, and dipped inside her over and over. With each pass, she writhed beneath his hold, her movements growing wilder. Her whimpers became cries that climbed higher. The harder she bucked, the harder he clamped down on her thighs so she couldn’t escape his mouth. And the more acrobatic his tongue, the more she fondled herself with abandon. Her face was a study in unbridled pleasure.

Fuck yeah!

“That’s it, baby. Ride that pleasure wave.”Let go.

What a sight she was! He’d never seen anything like her.

All the while, his balls grew impossibly tight, heat tingled the base of his spine, and his cock throbbed and wept until he thought he might explode. He needed to get her there and fast.

While his mouth alternated between gentle and savage, he inserted his fingers, pumping and stretching and curling, holding her down with the flat of his palm. She seemed to jolt the edge and fight her way back again.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped out.

He slowed everything down, using light, languid strokes so she’d know he wasn’t giving up. She looked down at him, and he met her gaze head-on, not hiding the naked heat he was sure burned in his eyes. Frustration simmered in hers. God, he hated to see that. What kind of selfish fucks had she been with who got her to a point where sheapologized? Assholes likeSterling, who didn’t want to get their perfectly manicured hands dirty.

Climbing up her body, he cradled her face in his hands. “Nothing to be sorry about, princess. We’re taking our time here. There’s no sprint to the finish line. If we get there, we get there. If we don’t, that’s okay too because there’s nowhere else I want to be. I love exploring you. I can do this all night.” Shit, he hoped he could hold out for the next five minutes.

He brushed his lips against hers, dying to delve in, but he held back. “Do you want to taste yourself on my tongue?”

She shook her head.

“Then you won’t.” He took his time finding every sensitive spot on her neck and shoulders, until he had her moaning. Raising his head, he smoothed her hair back from her forehead and deposited a kiss there. “Are you enjoying me exploring you?”

She gave him a firm few nods.

“You’ll tell me if you want more or less of something?” Her body was super sensitive, highly responsive, and it communicated her likes and dislikes with an ease that took him by surprise, but he wanted to be doubly sure he read her right.

Again, she nodded.

He slithered back down her body, repositioned himself between her legs, and gave her a long lick that made her judder. “You like that?”

“Yes,” she mewled.

“Good, ’cause I like it too. I love watching your beautiful face when my tongue’s inside you.”

Closing her eyes, she let her head drop back on a whimpering moan. “I’m not … I can’t …”

He pretended not to hear. “I love how wet you are and how your body bucks for me.” Yeah, him talking was ahugeturn-on for her—for him too,but this was about her. A lot more dirty talk was in store for her, especially if it got her out of her head and closer to that high she was chasing.

And chase it, she did. She squirmed, flailed, and clutched at his hair. Not letting up, he was relentless. Releasing his strands, she exhaled an extended, breathy “Oh” and arched her back.

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