Page 459 of Rock Me All Night
I love him.
Easy to love someone when his head is planted between your legs, but I don't have a single doubt I'll feel the same way tomorrow.
I reach for something that won't overwhelm me. "What if Pete comes home?"
"He won't."
"But what if he does?"
"He won't. But if he does then he'll see me making you come. Hmm..." He pushes my dress up my torso and over my head. "Let's try for three times.""
"Right now?"
"Unless that gets in the way of your plans." He flicks his tongue against my nipple. "We can take this to my room if you're feeling shy."
"Tom, I—" I bite my tongue. Nope. Not saying that yet. Not with us nearly naked. "I need you."
He groans into my skin. His kisses lower. Lower. Then his mouth is on me. Pleasure spreads to my fingers and toes. I'm already so keyed up I want to scream. I'm not sure how I'll survive three orgasms but I'm more than game to try.
I press my fingers against the back of his head, spreading my legs to give him as much access as he needs. The intimacy of it overwhelms me. We're close. It's like I really am giving myself to him.
He works his way up my sex, plants one feather light flick against my clit, then back to the bottom to start again. And again. And again. I lose track after ten. I'm already throbbing with desire.
"Tom, please." I rock my hips to press against his face. "I need to come."
He teases again. Again. Three. Four. Then his tongue is on my clit. No more teasing. He works me with hard, fast strokes.
I squeeze his shoulders and he goes harder. Faster.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please don't stop."
He licks me again and again. Until the pressure in my core knots tight and unfurls in a deep, intense orgasm. I groan his name again and again as I come.
Tom drags his lips up and down my inner thighs. My whole body shudders with after shakes. I'm so fucking sensitive that his teeth scraping against my skin is enough to make me groan.
And then he's licking me again. I relax into the lounge chair, spreading my legs wider. For a split second, my eyes flutter open. Everything about this is fucking beautiful. The light of the sunset dancing off the pool. The clean concrete. The flowers that line the backyard. The almost-a-mansion house behind us.
Tom looks up at me, this delicious mix of desire and mischief and satisfaction in his eyes.
My lids press together. It's too much to take. The rest of the world falls away until I'm nothing but the pleasure building inside me. More and more until I overflow with another orgasm.
This time, Tom doesn't relent. He sucks on my clit until I'm screaming. I dig my hands into his hair as he works me. It's intense. Almost too intense. But not quite.
My orgasm is hard and fast. One knot of tension, then it's all unraveling, flowing through me.
I pull him off by the hair. I expect a complaint but he smiles with the pride of a job well done.
"Three seemed about right." He presses his lips against my knee.
"You're amazing." I sink into the chair, still lost in a daze of bliss.
"I know." He kisses his way down my shin, over my foot. "Come on. I need to get wet."
"I'm not sure I can take any more sensation."
I pry my eyelids apart. When I look back to Tom, he's already gone. In the pool
His swimsuit on the concrete.
