Page 499 of Rock Me All Night
I love it too. It's the same dress I wore the first night we were together.
But I'm just as desperate to get rid of it. After one swift movement, it's a pile on the floor. My bra joins it quickly.
"You're fucking perfect." He presses his lips against my stomach.
Then lower.
Lower.
Almost.
I tug at his hair.
Tom plants soft kisses up my thigh, starting at my knee and working his way up until he's almost there. Then he switches to my other leg and starts at my knee again.
He does it again.
My sex throbs with protest. I need him in every way it's possible to need a person.
Again.
And again.
Then his tongue is against me and everything else melts away. I dig my hands into his hair as he licks me. Up and down and left and right, almost where he needs to be.
When he finally presses his tongue against my clit, my knees buckle. I stumble.
Tom rises to his feet in time to catch me. He throws me into the bed, spreading my knees and planting his face between my thighs. No more teasing. His tongue plunges inside of me.
Pleasure spreads through my core. I pant. I scream. I tug at the clean white comforter.
He works his way back to my clit, teasing with light strokes. Then harder. Harder. I'm close. Every inch of me feels so good, so utterly his.
Harder.
There.
I squeeze his shoulder. With the next flick of his tongue, I come. My sex spasms, pleasure spilling all the way to my fingers and toes.
I relax into the bed, reveling in after shocks as Tom kisses his way up my stomach, chest, neck, chin. He presses his lips to mine. I'm not shy about kissing him back, tasting myself.
His body sinks into mine. His chest. His legs. His crotch.
He's hard.
God yes.
I pull back to stare into his eyes. Okay. There's no beating around the bush here. I have to come out with it. My cheeks flush. "I have an idea."
He brushes my hair behind my ears. "If you were wearing clothes I'd ask what you have up your sleeve, kid."
"There's a tripod in my office. And my camera is in my purse. The memory card has room for thirty minutes of video."
His eyes go wide.
"I was thinking we could record ourselves... If you want to."
"Fuck yeah. You sure?"
