Page 13 of He Saved My Boy
When I simply stare, determined to out-wait her, she mutters, “I… uh… just want you.”
I still hold her gaze silently, though I raise a brow in challenge.
“I liked what you were doing and want to know where you plan to go next.”
Oh, I like that, too. The thought alone has me imagining all the things I can do to her with only my fingers.
Before I can reply, she quickly huffs out, “How do you expect me to think when you’ve gotten me all hot and bothered?”
Leaning in, I kiss her fervently in reward. Just as I’m about to end our kiss, I playfully tug at her lower lip with my teeth, before I promise, “Oh, I’m just getting started, Teagan.”
Her beautiful laugh fills the room. “Well, then—show me what you’ve got.”
Oh, I’ll show her all right.
As if I’vethrown down the gauntlet, Davis’s eyes fill with liquid heat, as his expression darkens. A shiver runs through my body in anticipation of what’s to come. Just that look alone has my core flooding with heat and my heart racing.
Sliding a hand up my ribs to cup my breast, he squeezes, making my nipples so hard, they could cut glass. When his lips return to the swell of my breast, his hot kisses along my skin make my breath quicken.
God. It’s been forever since I’ve felt the touch of a man.
It feels incredible as he swirls his tongue around my hard tip, then sucks more of me into his mouth. The moment his teeth scrape along my sensitive flesh, everything deep inside me clenches and electricity zips through every nerve ending.
When a finger traces the center of my folds and presses against my clit, I can’t even be ashamed of how wet I am. Davis should be damn proud of how he’s gotten my body zinging into overdrive in a nanosecond. I don’t think anyone’s ever gotten me so close to tipping over the edge of ecstasy in such a short time.
It feels heavenly grinding against his palm as he presses against my mound, all while his long fingers tease me. Still on the outside of the fabric, they slide along my folds to my center and back up. He’s got me so close—but it’s not quite enough. “More…” I pant, remembering he asked me to be vocal. “I need more, Davis.”
Releasing the suction on my breast, his lips never leave my flesh as he demands with a growl, “More of what? Tell me what you need.”
When he sucks my nipple back into his mouth and tweaks the tip with his skillful tongue and nips his teeth into my skin, I can’t even remember my name. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” Especially when he applies pressure to my clit.
Through nips and swirls and tugs, he murmurs, “I want words, T. Tell me what you need.”
“I want…” I pant and then moan as he flicks my nipple with his tongue. “I need you… inside me.”
A rumble flows through his chest as he practically growls, “All you had to do is ask, T.”
Simultaneously, he flicks my nipple as his fingers find their way under the fabric, and one long finger slips inside me.
“Holy. Shit… Yes. Right there,” I pant when the pad of his thumb rolls along my clit, and his fingers slide in and out of my slickness. It’s all I can do to not scream out in pleasure.
I feel my orgasm just on the edge of reach. My spine tightens, and my senses go on overdrive. His teeth biting as he tugs on my breast is the most delicious sensation. When he adds more fingers into the mix, I’m flying over the edge faster than I could imagine.
Wave after wave of explosive heat flows through me, and I never want this moment to end. Needing this to last, I focus on my fullness and the muscles clenching around his fingers and ride out this high to its fullest extent. When I can’t last another second, I let go to the sensations building. My vision blurs as I throw my head back and dig my hands into his hair to guide his continued nipple play.
Holy shit, this man knows what he’s doing.
As tremor after tremor rock my body, he releases my heavy breast and kisses his way back up my neck. Once his tongue meets mine, I somehow find the energy to kiss him back for all I’m worth. His tongue is wicked as his skilled fingers continue to strum me in perfect rhythm, plucking out every last twitch of my orgasm.
Eventually, he rests his forehead on mine, and his fingers slip from my folds. Our breaths are ragged as we stare at one another.
In this moment, looking into Davis’s eyes, I’ve never felt so intimate and at peace with another human.
No words are needed as he watches me come down from my high, and we find ourselves breathing in unison. Each rise and fall of our chests bring us one breath closer to returning to a normal tempo. Eventually, he lets my legs fall, but not before he knows I can stand on my own.
Keeping me pinned to the wall, he kisses me once more before he asks, “Would you still like to go out tonight? Or could I interest you in something else?”
Acting much bolder than I feel, I boldly ask, “And just what do you have in mind?”
