Page 140 of A Promise of Peridot
“By all means,” he purred, widening his legs as if to say,have at it.
A little thrill hummed through my veins as I let my hand travel down his stomach and under the sheets, where Kane was still bare. He was velvet soft and impossibly hard by the time I wrapped my hand around him. I whimpered and dropped my forehead to his shoulder, already feeling swollen and damp. My nipples tight and sensitive against Kane’s arm, my breasts heavy and full. I stroked him slowly, addicted to the low sounds that fell from him, and his involuntary upward bucks into my hand.
Pumping faster, I moved to crawl on top of him and use my mouth, some absolutely base and filthy part of me dying to feel him spill against my tongue, to taste his release, but Kane sat up in one fluid push and pressed a broad palm to my collarbone, pinning me against the pillows.
“Not this time,” he said, fully awake now.
“Why not?”
He grinned that wolflike smile at me through the darkness. I could have caught fire from the raw lust alone. “I can’t come too quickly again. You’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
I wanted to tell him I had just been teasing earlier, that I was actually flattered by how attracted he was to me, but he silenced my thoughts when he covered my lips with his own.
He tasted of sleep and warmth and fresh mint, and I groaned into the kiss, releasing his now-twitching cock and wrapping my arms around his neck. I could kiss him for ages. Forever.
His calloused hands drifted along my naked body as he ran hisnose over my neck, my collarbone, my sternum. He brought his mouth to my nipple and sucked the bud indulgently, bringing a hum to my lips.
“Can I have you from behind?” he asked roughly around my breast.
I nodded, body tightly coiled and mind clouded with desire. He could do whatever he wanted to me, but I wasn’t able to form words right now, and he knew it.
“Arwen?” he asked, his voice a little like silk as he flicked his tongue over my breast and rubbed my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Anything,” I groaned, not sounding at all like myself. “You can do anything.”
Kane gently flipped me over so I was on my stomach and moved behind me, lifting my hips up and nudging my legs apart with his knee until I was spread open for him.
He swore, pulling my thighs up and nearer to him. But he didn’t touch me further, and I could feel the cool air dance across where I was already pooling for him—my own need and his from earlier leaking from me.
But I wouldn’t ask again.
If this was a game between us, I was determined to win at leastonce.
I arched my back, and—feeling some kind of boldness I never had before—reached a hand behind me to part myself even wider for him. I wondered if he could see the mess he had made inside of me. If he liked that.
Kane grunted at the sight, a deep rumble, and I could have purred. He rubbed a huge hand across my ass and thighs, grazing my already wet center. My answering gasp made him hum withsatisfaction and he brought his mouth down to that aching spot between my legs and ran his tongue across me.
I cried out, louder than I expected to, and squirmed as he licked up and down, teasing me with open-mouthed kisses at the apex of my thighs, and from such an obscene, vulnerable angle.
I waited for the shame to come, but it never did. I trusted Kane. Implicitly so. I would have let him do anything to me. From any angle.
The thought only made me hotter for him.
Finally he ran a single finger through my plump folds—my own need and his spit and come dripping from me, nearly down my thighs. He plunged the finger inside as he continued to work that spot with his lips and tongue and teeth. And the noises, wet, rhythmic— Oh,Stones...
“Kane,” I groaned, burying my face in the mattress below me. “Oh,oh, I can’t—”
“Relax,” Kane whispered, still surging that finger in and out of me. “I’ve got you.”
I tried to take a calming inhale but the pleasure—
It was too much.
I was going to come apart. Ineededto.
But he was slowing his finger, pulling it out...
Rather than bring his mouth back to where I craved it, he placed soft kisses along my thighs and up to the base of my spine, caressing the sensitive skin, grasping my backside as roughly as he seemed to let himself. And then he moved those lips to my hip bone, his fingers still rubbing between my legs lazily, the other hand massaging my back, my shoulder, my thigh, as if he was soothing me through the delicious torture he was inflicting.
