Page 618 of Rock Me All Night
"Why are you so good at this?" I ask.
"You know what they say about bassists."
I shake my head. "What's that?"
"Great with their hands. But they're not showy about it." He reaches under my back and unhooks my bra.
I groan as he pulls one cup down. He teases my nipple with his thumb. The whole time his eyes are fixed on mine.
It's intense, the way he's looking at me like he wants to consume me. I understand him here. I'm going to understand him everywhere.
But we are here. And I like here. I take a deep breath as my eyelids press together. I'm in this moment. Only this moment. Tomorrow doesn't exist. The end of this, whenever that is, doesn't exist.
He presses his lips against mine. It's a hard kiss. My wrists tug against the restraints as I go for his hair. There's a pressure but it doesn't hurt.
It's different kissing him without being able to touch him. I can feel more subtleties in the movements of his mouth—the way he sucks on my bottom lip then scrapes his teeth against it. The way his tongue slides into my mouth. The vibrations of his groans against my skin.
I kiss back and wrap my legs around his waist. I get lost in the movements of our mouths.
His lips break with mine. They plant on my jaw, soft and wet. Then they're on my neck. My collarbone. My shoulder. The top of my chest.
Lower. Lower. There. His mouth closes around my nipple. My instincts scream that I want to grab him, hold him, do something to react. Instead, I groan his name.
"Pete. Please. Stop teasing."
He flicks his tongue against me. "This is nothing."
He smiles a truly evil smile that screamsI'm going to tease you until you're begging. My sex clenches at the thought. God damn, I love what a tease he is.
He spends minutes sucking on my nipple. Harder and harder until I'm groaning and squirming. I wrap my legs around him, my thighs against his hips. I buck my hips in hopes of some contact for my aching sex but get none.
"Please," I groan. "Please touch me."
"Soon."
He moves to my other nipple and teases it just as mercilessly. He's sucking hard when he finally brings his hands to my hips. He pulls our bodies together, so his cock presses against my clit. God damn underwear is in the way. It's still enough to send a wave of pleasure through my body.
Now.
I need him now.
My groans run together as he scrapes his teeth against my nipple. It's light enough it doesn't hurt, but the difference in sensation sends shock after shock of pleasure to my sex.
Mmm.
"Please, Pete. Are you really going to make me beg?"
"Make you beg? No." He rocks against me. "This is what you want. I'm not gonna make you do anything."
Pleasure shoots to my fingers and toes as he rocks against me again.
He shifts. In one smooth movement, he nudges my legs apart and pulls my underwear to my knees.
There. It's at my feet. It's gone.
"I want you to come on my face." He scrapes his teeth against my inner thigh. "Is there a problem?"
"No," I groan.
