Page 44 of Whiskey Shivers

“Yeah?” she asked and there was a bit of her old spark in the word.

“Fuck yes,” I growled against her stomach, kissing, and licking beside her bellybutton.

“Show me,” she ordered.

“My pleasure,” I shot back and delved one hand beneath her ass, grabbing a handful as I kissed my way to the apex of her thighs, prying her pussy lips apart with my fingers and finding her delightfully musky and already wet for me.

I teased her clit, looking up her body and locking eyes with her, keeping that look steady, unblinking, and just on the edge of predatory as I teased her clitoris with my tongue. A dangerously sexy game of chicken I was determined to win, and I did when I introduced my middle finger up inside her and her eyes slipped shut. I smiled against her body as her head fell back and she gave herself completely over to me and the feeling of me bringing her body up to a slow, rolling simmer.

She gasped, her breath coming in slow, even, sexy pants and I felt a surge of pride and joy when her good hand tangled in my hair and she half pulled my head, half ground her hips, putting my tonguerightwhere she wanted it.

“Mm-hm,” I encouraged her. I held my tongue out for her and drove my index finger into her wet and waiting heat, giving them some short thrusts back and forth to work her up into a more complete pleasure frenzy.

She cried out, a keening desperate sound, her panting breaths the chorus, and damn did she sound wild. Wild and organic and asfreeas I’d ever heard her. She pressed her lips together and bit back moans in time with her exhalations, and I pressed my forehead to her lower belly and licked her furiously, turning my fingers up inside her to set her off like a fuckin’ rocket.

She hit the sky and exploded with a cry, coating the ceiling and the walls in her glittering orgasm. I sat up just in time as the bear trap of her thighs snapped shut, and I got my other hand in there just in time to get my thumb on her clit, slicking through the commingling wetness of her pussy and my saliva.

She cried out sharply and laughed, giggling sweetly as she half tried to get away from me, but I wasn’t having it. I was living for her smile and the way her pleasure was dashed across her face and chest in the most delightful pink flush.

Finally, she smacked my wrist repeatedly in this light smattering pattern that wasclearlyher tapping out, and I relented.

“Oh God!” she cried, finally able to form coherent words as she collapsed back onto the bed, her head lolling against the black pillowcases and her chest heaving so sweetly in a staccato that proclaimed,aw yeah, you did your job – good boy.

Fuck that was hot.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Corliss…

I couldn’t leave it. I couldn’t let him please me this much and not do anything in return. He came up to lie next to me, his rough hand stroking tantalizingly over my skin as he propped his head on his hand and looked over the mess of me that he’d made in his bed. I lay and gasped, watching him watch me, and goddess, he was so achingly handsome, so beautiful to me in every masculine sense.

I sat up with a little trouble with getting my hand under me, and I eventually got to my knees, wobbling a bit. His hand whipped out lightning fast to grab my good one and to steady me. I said, “Pants. I can’t do it one-handed.”

“What’s your poison, Fable?” he asked me.

I said, my legs trembling slightly beneath me where I kneeled on them on the bed, “I want to ride you. I need you to feel as good as I do.”

“You sure you’re up to it?” he asked, and I nodded as he shucked his jeans down his legs and off.

“Please tell me you have a condom. I’m on birth control, but the nurse warned me some of the medications I’m on can interfere with it.”

“Absolutely, baby. Let me get one on for you.”

He reached into the drawer of his bedside table and extracted one, tearing the foil packet with his teeth. I captured my bottom lip between my teeth and watched him. Holy goodness, this man was sex on a stick. Long and nearly purple with his desire, his cock was a thing of beauty. Not overly thick, but veined so lovely, and there was just something about watching his hands roll the latex down his shaft. So erotic and pleasing to watch a man make himself ready for you. I can’t even describe the things it did to me.

He put up his hands for me to brace my good one against so that I could swing my leg over his lean hips, and he held himself up off his body for me.

I panted, his cock finding my entrance almost by sheer magnetism, and I tried to ease my way down on him slowly.

He gritted his teeth and leaned forward, panting himself, as though he were having trouble maintaining his composure and Ilovedthat. Absolutely adored the effect that I seemed to have on him and marveled at the fact that me, little ol’ me, in his eyes, was some sort of sexy siren or so it seemed.

My pelvis met his, and I swallowed hard and wished that we’d taken the time to get my tee off and out from under the bracing sling on my arm. It was hot and constricting. As I rolled my hips carefully, my hand braced against the swell of his chest, I wanted so badly for his hands to move off the tops of my thighs where he kneaded the muscles there and move to my naked tits. I fucking loved the thought of him pinching and rolling my nipples with his rough fingers as I rode him.

His cock wasperfect, just shy of bottoming out against my cervix in this position, and just thick enough to press out against my walls and tease me somewhere past readiness, waking nerves inside of me that had lain dormant for entirely too long.

I whimpered and he looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and asked, “You aren’t hurting yourself, are you?”

“Mm, no. I just can’t go as hard or as fast as I want to.”

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