Page 276 of Rock Me All Night
He lets out a desperate groan. Grabs onto my hair a little tighter. He's shaking. He wants me that badly.
He's at my mercy.
I press one hand against the bed to hold myself up. The other, I wrap around him. He's so thick and warm and hard.
I brush my lips against his tip. He shudders, his hand digging into my hair. I do it again and again, until he groans.
I slide my tongue over him, tasting him, testing his reactions.
His eyes close.
I flick my tongue against the underside of his tip. His fingers dig into my hair. That's it. That's the spot.
"Kara," he groans quietly. "Fuck, Kara."
My nipples harden. My sex clenches. The way he says my name—it's magic, it's poetry.
I do it again and again, until he's panting and shaking, until he brings his other hand to my hair. His fingers press against my head, a gentle nudge.
I take him into my mouth. Sucking on his tip at first, then going deeper. He's big. Too big for me to take completely. I wrap my hand around him, using it like an extension of my mouth, so I have all of him under my control.
Drew groans. It's such a great sound—his pleasure—and it's all because of me.
He guides me over him, digging his hands into my hair. I run my tongue over his base as I suck on him.
The ache between my legs tightens. There's something about having Drew in my mouth. It makes me all the more needy, all the more desperate.
I take him deeper.
"Kara," he says my name like it's his favorite thing in the world. "You're so fucking amazing."
He bites his lip. He groans.
I slide my hand from his hip to his ass, digging my fingers into his firm flesh, relaxing the muscles in my throat to push him deeper. Yes. There. I have almost all of him and he feels so good. He tastes so good.
His grip tightens in my hair.
He thrusts into my mouth. I grip him harder. I'm so keyed up, and the sounds escaping his lips are perfect.
"Fuck," he groans. "I'm gonna come."
The muscles of his stomach and thighs clench.
"Kara."
And then he's coming, tugging at my hair, gnawing at his skin.
I press my palm against his stomach to hold myself in place as he fills my mouth. When he's done, I swallow. It's not even a consideration. It's Drew.
He reaches for my hands and pulls me next to him. There's the calmest look on his face, like he can barely remember his own name.
His fingertips slide over my cheek. He stares at me with a mix of appreciation and need. "How the hell did you get so good at that?" His finger hooks on my lower lip, pulling my mouth open a centimeter or so. "Don't tell me if it's anything besides blind intuition."
"I'm not, I... thanks."
His lips close over mine. He kisses me hard, more desperate than he ever has. When he releases me, he's breathless. "You fantasize about that?"
"Only with you." I hold eye contact, attempting to maintain my confidence. He's gooey with post-orgasm affection. There's no reason to be shy. "I think about anything two people can do together."
