Page 425 of Rock Me All Night
Tom takes his sweet time unzipping my dress and sliding it to my feet. He drags his fingertips up my calves, my thighs, my hips.
He unhooks my bra and slides it off, one shoulder, then the other. His eyes go wide at the sight of my breasts. Like it's the first time he's ever seen a woman naked.
Or maybe it's the best time.
His touch is light over my stomach, my chest, my collarbones. He catches my bottom lip with the soft pad of his thumb. I slide his digit into my mouth and suck gently. His eyelids flutter closed.
He drags his hand back down my torso then cups my hip, holding me upright. A good thing because the moment his fingers skim my clit, my knees buckle.
His touch is light. My body throbs in protest. More.
His lips make contact with mine. He strokes me harder. Harder.
Harder.
I shudder. Yes. There. I groan into his mouth instead of speaking. He keeps the same speed. The same rhythm.
Drummers, they know how to keep a fucking beat.
Tension builds as he strokes me. When I can't take the rising bliss any more, I pry my lids apart. Watch the expression of fascination on his face. His eyes are wide, transfixed. Right now, I'm the most important person in the world. The sexiest woman in the world.
My eyelids press together. My hands find his shoulders and tug at his t-shirt. Then under it. There's something right about our skin connecting. I want my fingers on every inch of his body. His fingers on every inch of mine.
God, Tom.
Conscious thought melts away. I'm the flutter of his lips against mine. The sigh of pleasure as his fingers find the perfect rhythm. The arch of my back bringing our bodies together.
Pleasure wells up inside me. It knots tighter, tighter, harder. I break our kiss to cry out. How is it possible for anything to feel this good?
God, the way he's looking at me. It makes it hard to stand.
With his next touch, the knot releases and pleasure spills through me. My sex pulses as I come.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head, and presses his bare chest against mine. Every nerve in my body lights up at once. He's against me. Just him. Just me.
Tom presses his lips against my neck and shoulders. Kissing, sucking, biting gently. His fingers tease my sex. Slowly, he slides one inside me.
Yes. God yes.
His eyes connect with mine. He's watching me, watching my reactions. I'm so wrecked with need that I barely manage to nod. He pushes deeper then slides another finger inside me.
My body tenses. It hurts for a moment then it feels really fucking good.
I take my time exploring the hard muscles of his chest and stomach as I work my way down his torso. Tom's eyes flutter closed. He lets out a low groan as I cup him over his jeans.
The look of bliss on his face is the best thing I've ever seen.
He pulls his hand away, reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a condom. He shimmies out of his jeans. "Tell me if it hurts."
I nod.
His boxers join his jeans on the floor.
Almost.
Tom's eyes go straight to my chest as he rolls the condom on. He cups my breasts as he presses his body against mine. His hard cock presses against my stomach. Not quite where it needs to be.
He brings his hands to my ass, kissing me as he kneads my flesh. We're close to where we need to be. Almost.
