Page 251 of Breaking the Rules
He's so, so close.
God, I want that.
I lean back. Press my eyelids together. Take a deep breath.
Slow inhale.
Steady exhale.
It's been a long, long time.
There are ugly memories in the back of my head.
But I can do this.
Fuck, I want to do this.
I gasp as his lips close around my nipple.
He sucks on my tender skin softly. Then harder. Then hard enough it hurts in the best possible way.
I dig my hands into his hair.
Wrap my legs around his waist.
It's more his chest, with him kneeling between my legs, but I don't care.
As long as I feel more of him.
Get him closer.
I stare into his eyes.
Watch those baby blues fill with the perfect mix of bliss and need.
He's there.
He's lost in this.
I can be there too.
I'm capable of feeling good.
My thoughts scatter as he drags his lips to my other nipple.
He tortures me with soft flicks of his tongue, circles, zigzags.
He fills me with this perfect mix of bliss and need.
I'm aching, desperate, empty.
Finally, he brings his hand to my sex.
It starts as the brush of the back of his hand.
Then his palm.
His first two fingers.
