Page 619 of Rock Me All Night
His lips trail up my thigh. Almost. Almost.
His tongue flicks against my clit. With my hands bound, I can't hold him against me. Can't tug at his hair or claw at his back. All I can do is groan and move my lower body.
He teases with another feather light flick. Again. Again. Again.
I'm at his mercy. Completely under his control. But then, that's always been true. It's just a little more technical this time.
Anticipation courses through me as he teases and teases and teases.
His tongue slides over me, flat and wet and just the right amount of pressure. I sigh with relief. A thank you rises up in my throat but it comes out as a mumble of vowels.
No more teasing, he licks me up and down. I gasp as his tongue plunges inside me. Holy fucking hell. This is the most intense sex I've ever had. Period.
Tension knots in my core. Closer. Closer. He works his way back to my clit, replacing his tongue with one finger. Then two.
I feel full, whole. Everything is right in the universe. Within moments, the pressure of my orgasm is unbearable. It's enough it hurts.
Almost.
With his next lick, I go over the edge. My sex pulses as I come. I groan. Still, I can't tug at his hair. Instead, I dig my heels into his back.
He grabs my thighs and pins them to the bed. The roughness of the gesture makes me needier. He's even sexier in control. It shouldn't be possible, but it is.
Pete looks up at me. He wipes his mouth with his hand then sucks on his wet fingers. "You want another?"
Yes. But I want him more. "I want you inside me."
He groans.
That, I understand.
He brings his body onto mine. His hands slide behind my ass, holding me in place.
Almost.
Our eyes lock. The intensity of his expression is enough to leave me breathless. Those deep brown eyes of his are filled with an ocean of desire. He wants me as much as I want him, needs me as much as I need him.
His tip strains against me. Every molecule of my body cries out for more. I need all of him and I need it now.
Pete remains a merciless tease. Again and again, he teases me. I'm full up with anticipation. Every tease is agony. I focus on his expression. The way his eyes roll back in his head. It's killing him too, waiting.
I'm not above begging when he looks at me like that. "Please," I groan. "Fuck me, Pete."
His eyes lock with mine. He nods. His fingers curl into my flesh.
There. He thrusts into me with a quick motion. I'm wet. There's no resistance. I can feel myself spreading around him as I take him deeper and deeper.
I'm full but it doesn't hurt. Only feels good. Only feels right.
He's got me. He's going to give me what I want.
He thrusts into me again and again. Each time it's with full force—hard and deep. My legs shake. I cry out from the intensity of it.
Still, it doesn't hurt.
His hands plant outside my shoulders. My legs wrap around his hips. I use them for leverage, pulling our bodies together as he thrusts into me. It takes him a little deeper. It's not enough.
I curl my back. Deeper.
