Page 283 of Rock Me All Night
"Sexy." He kneads the flesh of my ass. "Now sit on my face." He brings his hands to my hips, pulling me closer.
The seat doesn't go quite flat and the car isn't all that tall. I shift, moving closer, spreading my legs. My head bumps into the roof of the car.
Drew slides down the seat, bringing his mouth inches from my sex. His exhale wakes up all the nerves in my body, sending any doubts away.
When I'm with him, I really do feel divine.
He holds onto my hips, pulling me closer. His tongue slides over my clit. It's a long, luxurious lick. He goes slowly. Really slowly.
My head bumps into the roof of the car again. If only the damn thing was a convertible. We'd be getting arrested but there would be nothing limiting his range of motion.
Drew slides one hand up my torso. His fingers draw circles over my nipples. The same long, luxurious movements. Then his hand goes to my side. He squeezes me like he's telling me to stay in place.
I shift so I'm not quite pressed against the roof and I hold damn steady.
Drew guides me over his mouth, licking me from top to bottom. It's slow. So, so slow. Pleasure whirs inside me. I pant. I claw at the roof of the car. It's not fast enough. I need more. I need to be there, at the edge, pleasure spilling through my body.
"Drew," I whine.
"Hmm?" he mumbles into my inner thigh then sucks on the flesh.
"Make me come."
He moves his mouth a little higher, presses his lips into my thigh. "Hmm?"
"Pretty please."
That pleasure whirls, a little faster, a little higher, but still not nearly enough.
He moves his mouth a little closer, sucking on my flesh again. Then it's closer and he's sucking on my outer lips with the softest, lightest touch.
I struggle to keep track of my breath.
This is more, so, so much more. I close my eyes and dig my hands into the passenger seat.
Drew nibbles on my outer lips. I can't help but gasp. I lose track of everything except that pleasure whirring inside me.
His mouth moves over my sex, licking and sucking and biting.
His speed picks up and my breath picks up with it. I'm panting. I tug at his hair, holding his mouth against me like I'll die if he stops.
He explores me. Soft, hard, slow, fast, zig zag, side to side, front to back. And then his tongue hits just the right spot.
I gasp. "Drew..."
There. He tries out different speeds. Different pressure. It's not enough. Then it's too much. And then it's perfect.
I dig hard into his hair. "Don't stop."
He doesn't.
He licks me right there, perfect rhythm, perfect pressure.
Every flick of his tongue pushes me higher. Closer. My sex clenches. Pleasure spreads through my thighs and stomach. It's like I'm so full I'm about to tip over and spill.
It's so much to take.
Almost.
