Page 65 of Never Have I Ever
The words travel straight to my cock. Hearing her tell me she wants me is better than anything. “Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods, her tongue drifting out to wet her lips. “More than anything.”
My mouth is on hers again, kissing her as she gasps and moans into my mouth, and I swallow up every sexy noise she lets out.
She rips her mouth away from mine, and her eyes are hooded and hazy. “I’m ready,” she says, her eyes shining, making her intentions crystal clear.
Oh, Christ. “Not yet,” I tell her.
“Please?” she begs.
I let out a laugh. The way she begs me has me wanting to bow down at her feet and give her everything she wants, but I know that the first time I have her, it won’t be after something horrible just happened. Patience is hard, but she’s going to have to get used to it.
I shake my head again, leaning down to leave a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. “Let me play with you some more,” I tell her instead because ever since I left her apartment the other night, I can think of nothing else but images of Rosie coming all over my tongue, her moans and whimpers, and the way her body shakes when her orgasm hits.
I want it all again. I don’t even care that I went home with the mother of all boners. I didn’t want her to feel like she needed to return the favor. I just wanted her to feel it all. I mean, this whole thing was to help her, after all.
She nods, her lips parted as she stares back at me, and I grin. Fuck yeah. I dive back in, catching her bottom lip between my teeth as my fingers drift down to her breasts.
I let the tip of my finger tease her nipple, rubbing it and pinching it between my fingers until she’s rocking her hips, looking for my cock. I rip the sheets off her, and her hands grasp at my t-shirt, pulling it up.
I help her out and rip it over my head. She looks at me like she’s never seen a man’s chest before, and she probably hasn’t.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,” I tell her.
She frowns. “Why?”
“Because otherwise, this will be over before it even starts.” I husk out. The feel of her eyes on my bare chest has me breathless. I get off the bed and pull my jeans down my body, standing in nothing but a pair of boxers.
I want to rip these off so badly. I want nothing more than to slide inside of her so deep, but I know how to control myself. And control myself, I will. Which means my boxers stay on.
Two seconds later, I’m back on that bed, hovering over her, tasting her body like I crave every night. I lick and suck on her neck, flattening my tongue against her skin and dragging it down her body. I flick her nipples with my tongue, feeling them so tight and hard in my mouth.
She arches her back, pressing her breasts into my mouth, and lets out a sexy little moan. Those sounds. “That feels so good,” she says breathlessly. “I wish this feeling could last forever.”
I grin. “I can make that happen.”
I crawl down her body until my face is between her legs. I leave a soft kiss on her pussy, feeling the skin bare. I look down, and my brows furrow.
“You waxed?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ears. She’s gone shy, and I don’t like that at all. “Last time, I didn’t come prepared, so I figured I’d wax if it happened again.”
I look up at her face. “You’re a woman. I expect hair, Rosie. I don’t want you to think you need to prepare yourself for me. Whether you’re waxed or not, I’ll still eat your pussy like it’s a fucking meal. You got that?”
She bites her lip and nods, looking down at me.
I lean down, leaving soft kisses on her soft, bare lips. Her breathing gets heavy, and I know I’m teasing her. Good, because this is going to last a long time.
I lick and suck until she’s panting and bucking her hips to meet me halfway. Her breathing gets louder and heavier, and I know she’s close. I suck her clit into my mouth hard, and when she starts to moan louder, I stop.
I pull back completely and stand up from the bed, looking down at her lying there, naked and wet.
“What…” she asks breathlessly. She’s a cloud of confusion and lost orgasm as she props herself on her elbows to look at me. “Why did you stop?” she asks.
My lips twitch in amusement. “It’s called edging, angel,” I tell her.
“Edging?” she asks.
