Page 68 of Nave
Emboldened by his reaction, I worked him faster, tip to base, teasing my finger across the head of him, grazing his balls, untilhis fingers were digging into my neck, until he was panting and rocking along with my hand.
For a few short moments, I forgot all about my own needs.
Nave, however, didn’t.
His hands slid downward, gathering the bottom of my shirt and dragging it upward until I was forced to release him to let him slip off my shirt.
He tossed it carelessly to the side as his heated gaze slipped from my face to take me in.
My skin warmed, and my heart swelled at the almost reverent look in his eyes.
His hand moved out, fingertips skimming over my breast for a moment before closing around it and squeezing. Then his other hand lifted as well, touching, teasing.
A soft moan escaped me, my head falling back, my chest pressing more against his touch.
Nave’s thumbs and forefingers sought my nipples, circling, pinching, and rolling.
My need was a constant, throbbing ache that had my moans turning into needy whimpers.
Nave’s hands slid down the slope of my back, then cupped my ass for a second before continuing down behind my legs, pulling until I was dropping down on my butt.
He pressed me flat on the mattress before reaching down for my waistband for my shorts and panties, then gently working them down and off.
Anticipation fluttered across my skin, rolling around in my belly.
Nave’s gaze held mine, his eyelids heavy with his own desire, as his fingers grazed the sides of my ankles, calves, knees. They shifted inward there, grabbing my kneecaps and slowly spreading my legs.
His hands slid up my thighs, sinking in at the tops, then pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.
Before I could even suck in a steadying breath, he was kneeling down, and his lips kissed up my inner thigh.
The second his lips met the core of me, my back arched off the mattress, and my knees clamped to the sides of his head as a deep, long moan escaped me.
Against me, he groaned, the vibration against my cleft making my pleasure build.
My hands slid down, sifting into his soft, damp hair, holding him against me as his tongue traced around my clit, hinting at what I wanted without quite giving it to me.
My legs were shaking, my breath coming in frantic, shallow gasps.
“Nave, please,” I cried.
Then he gave me what we both knew I needed, his tongue working me slowly, relentlessly, driving me up.
My hips rocked restlessly as my fingers curled more tightly in his hair.
His hand slid between us, his fingers teasing at the entrance to my body until my moans grew louder and louder, then gliding inside, curled to the top to engage my top wall.
It was just a few more circles of his tongue and flicks of his fingers before the pleasure shot through me, making me let out a choked cry as I came.
Nave worked me through it, making it roll, dragging it out until I was panting and shaking.
My legs fell open, releasing his head.
But my hands didn’t release him.
I tugged harder on his hair as he kissed across my belly, forcing him upward, his skin brushing mine, making goosebumps prick my skin at the feel of him.
His weight came down on me, new yet familiar, like our bodies were always meant to be like this.
