Page 305 of The First Time
He drags his lips to my ear and sucks on my lobe. It sends pleasure right to my sex. I lose track of what I want more—his mouth on me or my hands on him.
It's all of it.
Everything.
"Unzip me," he says.
Yes.
Fuck yes.
I need to touch him.
My breath catches in my throat. My heart thuds against my chest. My hands get clumsy.
I fumble over his belt. Finally, I get it. I undo his button and pull down his zipper.
I cup him over his boxers.
There's barely any fabric between my hand and his cock.
Desire shoots through me. I need to feel him properly. I start to wrap my hand around him, but he grabs my wrist.
"Not until I tell you," he growls.
He's that animal Blake again.
The one I understand. Who understands me. Who knows what I want better than I know it.
I nod. Not until he tells me.
His teeth scrape my neck. It's just hard enough to hurt. "Hands at your sides."
It's torture bringing my hands back to my sides. They want his skin. I need to touch him. I need it in my bones.
He nips at my neck. It's a soft bite. Then a hard one. Pain shoots through me, waking up every nerve in my body.
Yes. I need this. He nips at the skin on my chest. Almost.
His lips brush my nipple. Light. Then harder.
He sucks on my nipple. No softness. It's so hard it hurts. Pleasure and pain whir inside me.
It's a lot.
But I still want more.
He toys with me, sucking, licking, biting softly. Then harder.
My instincts beg me to touch him, but I keep my hands at my sides. I tug at my dress. I squeeze my thighs together. I contain myself the best I can.
He moves to my other nipple and teases it mercilessly. It's this beautiful mix of pleasure of pain. Or need and satisfaction. I'm achy. Empty. Desperate to be full.
When he releases me, I'm panting.
His eyes lock with mine. He takes my wrist and guides my hand up his thigh, under his boxers, around his cock.
I wrap my hand around him. That's Blake in my hand.
