Page 74 of Rival Hearts
“Alex,” I gasped.
He raised his head and planted a kiss on my lips before he rolled onto me, settling his body between my legs. He pushed the blanket open and took in the sight of me lying naked before him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He planted kisses on my chest, my breasts, and then slowly worked his way down my body.
I shivered as he kissed my stomach, his stubble tickling my skin and driving me wild.
He paused at my belly button and flicked his tongue into the indentation, his eyes fixed on mine.
I laughed. “That tickles.”
“I’ll show you ticklish.” He lowered his head and licked my belly button again, tickling my skin.
I squealed and squirmed. “No!”
“You’re mine.” The words made me shiver.
That was what I wanted. To be his.
Not just now but always.
He kissed his way down my body. When he reached the top of my pussy, he stopped and looked up at me, and there was nothing but desire and need and a burning passion in his gaze.
He kissed his way along my mound, stopping when he reached my pussy.
I spread my legs, inviting him to go further, to taste me, to give me the release I needed.
“So sweet.” His words were a whisper, and I felt them tickle my pussy lips, his hot breath making me shiver.
Then he dove in, spreading me open with his tongue and probing my depths.
I cried out, a wave of pleasure rushing through me.
He was gentle, his tongue lapping at my pussy, exploring every fold, teasing, probing, pushing deeper and deeper.
I gasped and moaned, squirming, bucking, trying to get away, but he pinned me down with his strong arms and kept his mouth pressed against me.
He groaned against me, and the vibration sent a shiver of delight through my body.
“Alex,” I whispered. “Yes.”
He lifted his head for a moment and grinned before lowering his mouth back down. He sucked, licked, lapped, and then plunged his tongue deep inside me.
I bucked against him, arching my back and grinding my pussy against his face. He was relentless, not slowing or backing off but keeping a steady rhythm.
I gripped the edges of the tarp and moaned and squirmed. It felt incredible. His tongue, his mouth, the way he was holding me down and not letting me get away from him.
A heat began to build in the depths of my core, growing stronger and stronger as his tongue and mouth brought me closer and closer.
He shifted slightly, his hand moving, and then a finger slipped inside me. He slid his finger in and out, the wetness making his movements smooth and easy.
I moaned and bucked and writhed, his finger sending me higher.
He added a second one and increased his pace, sliding his tongue and mouth over my clit.
The combination of his fingers and his mouth sent a shiver of delight through me, and the heat inside me grew hotter.
“Alex, please,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
