Page 650 of Rock Me All Night
Even if I could move, I wouldn't want to. His cock is pressed against my clit. My underwear and his jeans are in the way.
He reaches for something in the bedside drawer. I rock my hips. Instantly, his palm presses against my shoulder.
"Don't move." His voice gets firmer. It's a command.
My sex clenches. I like him commanding me.
I nod a yes.
He pulls a bottle of lube from the drawer. And a vibrator. It's a long, cylindrical thing—sleek, black, classy.
"Is that new?" I ask.
"Yeah." He tosses both on the bed then shifts back, so all his weight is on top of me.
"What's that for?" I ask.
He cocks a brow.You'll see. "Take off your bra."
I arch my back so I can reach it. With a flick and shimmy, it's gone.
His eyes rake over me again. This time, it's slower, like he's soaking in every inch of my skin.
His fingertips skim my glasses. His eyes lock with mine as he pulls the frames off. He's endlessly patient about folding them and setting them on the bedside table.
Is he going to call me baby again?
Does he mean it?
I'm thinking. I've got to do something to make it stop.
I bring my hands to my chest and play with my nipples. It's not nearly as good as when he does it, but it still sends flicks of lust to my core.
He takes my wrists, one in each hand, and brings my arms over my head.
"You want me to tease you?" His voice gets low, hungry.
"Yes," I groan.
"Gonna do it till you beg me to stop." He pins my arms to the bed.
My sex clenches. He presses his lips to mine for a quick second then they're gone. It's barely a kiss.
He does it again.
Again.
I go for the back of his head, to pull him closer, but his hands stay on my wrists.
His lips brush against mine. Again. Again. I can barely taste them. Barely feel their softness.
I arch my hips, pressing our bodies together. He's still hard. He's so fucking hard but he stays firmly in place.
His hands stay tight against my wrists as he teases me with almost kiss after almost kiss.
I press my thighs together. Anything I can do to contain the ache in my core. He's barely getting started. I'm not sure I can handle this.
It feels like an hour passes. More likely, it takes thirty seconds for him to finally kiss me properly. My lips part. Relief floods my limbs as our tongues dance.
