Page 651 of Rock Me All Night
Who knew a kiss could make me this fucking hot?
The man is a tease, but he delivers. Pete kisses me long and hard before he moves his beautiful torture to my neck. His lips press against my skin, feather soft. Then harder. Wetter. His tongue flicks over my collarbone. His lips brush my areola.
Almost.
He kisses his way to my other breast. Again, he teases, his mouth everywhere but my nipple. The moment he releases my wrists, my hands go to his hair.
I don't guide him. Only dig my hands into his locks. He's driving tonight and I'm along for a hell of a ride.
Tension builds in my core. Maybe it's possible to come from anticipation. It sure as hell feels like it.
A sigh escapes my lips. I need more of him.
Finally, his tongue flicks my nipple. Fuck yes.
Pete looks up at me. "You want me sucking on your tits?"
I groan a yes.
He draws circles around my nipple with his soft, flat tongue. Then his whole mouth is on me, sucking on me so hard I scream.
"Don't stop." I tug at his hair. "Promise you won't stop."
He moves to my other nipple and takes it between his lips, sucking hard. My sex clenches. This feels fucking good, but I need more.
Need him.
He presses his lips against my stomach. "You want my tongue in your cunt?"
"Yes," I groan.
"Good. Want you coming on my face. The first time."
"What about the second time?"
"Haven't decided."
He kisses his way down my stomach. Still, he teases. One hand pins my leg to the bed. The other goes straight to my inner thigh. He watches me, gauging my reactions as he rubs my skin with his thumb. Closer and closer and closer.
My breath hitches. I nod a yes. Please. Now.
His expression is intense. As merciless as he is with his teasing, I trust him with my body. Trust him to get me off.
His thumb brushes against my clit. My sigh of relief goes all the way to my toes. I'm already close. A few motions of his finger and I'm at the edge.
"Pete," I breathe. "I'm going to come."
He pulls his thumb away, pins my other leg to the bed. Then his mouth is on me, his tongue lapping at my lips, plunging in my core, flicking against my clit.
"Pete," I groan. "You feel good. Promise you won't stop."
He presses his lips to my thigh. "Not until you beg me to."
With his next flick, I go over the edge. The tension is so heavy I can barely breathe. It hurts in the best possible way. A wave of pleasure crashes into me as I come.
"Pete." I tug at his hair but it does nothing to contain my orgasm. God damn, he's amazing at this.
His mouth stays on me. He's more aggressive, his motions focused on my clit. Is it even possible to come again? I feel spent. It's intense enough it hurts. Not enough for me to ask him to stop. Begging him—out of the question.
