Page 137 of The One for Me
I wasn’t lying when I said he was the dream, because he is.
He shifts, his weight braced above me, and he lifts my shirt over my head before he removes my bra. When Sean looks at me, his eyes are a liquid fire that threatens to melt me. “Perfect.” His voice is husky before he moves his head to lick my nipple.
My fingers thrust into his hair, holding him there as he takes it into his mouth. He sucks, licks, and flicks it before moving to the other side.
“Sean.” I moan his name when he does it again.
“Tell me what you want, Devney.”
“You.”
He chuckles. “Good thing, sweetheart, because you’re going to have me. Do you want me to make you come?”
Is that really a question?
Sean doesn’t give me a moment to respond before he moves his mouth back to my breast.
“Do you?” he asks again before going to the other side. He moves one hand down to my pants and slips inside. “Are you wet for me? Do you want me to touch you here, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
I want it all. I am so overwhelmed and in need that it’s too much. Thinking is beyond me when his finger moves to my clit.
“Does that feel good?”
My hips move, and I nod. “God, yes.”
He drives me higher, moving faster in a steadier circular motion. I feel the peak coming quickly, and I want to run to it, fly off the edge, and free fall, but right when I’m cresting the top, he stops moving.
The free fall back to the bottom is so fast that my eyes fly open and I struggle for breath. “Sean?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Why did you stop?” I look around to see if there’s a reason like my nine-year-old son in the room or something.
His nose runs along the column of my throat. “Because I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can.”
“Please, baby,” I whine, needing him to touch me again.
He pulls my shorts off and kisses his way down. “Sit up,” he orders. “Lean on your elbows and watch me.”
I do as he says, pushing myself up as he lifts my knees.
“Don’t take your eyes off me or I’ll stop. Understand?”
I nod.
Sean takes the awkward and shyness away from me. I don’t feel self-conscious when we’re together. I feel empowered and beautiful . . . as if I’m the only woman in the world he wants.
His strong hands move my knees apart, and I watch as his tongue licks at my clit. I want to close my eyes, not because it’s not incredibly arousing to watch but because I am overcome with pleasure.
The need for him to keep going keeps me from doing it.
He watches me watch him, and it’s so hot that I could catch the house on fire.
My teeth bite into my lower lip as he brings me back up the mountain. He pushes me higher than before, moving the peak farther away than it was before. Each swipe of his tongue thrusts me up. God, I can see it.
I moan, keeping my eyes on him, watching him love me with his mouth. And then it’s too much, and I can’t hold back anymore. Each glorious second feels like heaven, and I never want to come down.
