Page 311 of The First Time
Blake draws a line over my collarbone, my breasts, down my stomach. I arch my back, buck my hips. It's the only movement I've got.
He straddles me. Fabric presses against my sex. Dammit. His boxers are in the way.
I shift to press my sex against his cock. He feels so good, so close, even with the fabric between us.
He pins my hips to the bed. "Not yet."
My breath hitches.
His commands fan the fire inside me, but I need him touching me.
Waiting is torture.
His breath gets harder.
Heavier.
Like this is killing him as much as it's killing me.
He drags his hands up my sides and over my shoulders.
His lips brush my skin.
He licks the chocolate sauce off my neck. With soft strokes. Then hard ones.
He moves down my body, licking every drop of syrup.
He stops at my nipples to suck hard. The pressure is so intense it hurts, but it's a good hurt. A fucking amazing hurt.
My back relaxes. I sink into the bed under his weight. I soak in the feeling of his tongue.
He traces his steps back up my neck like he's making sure to get every drop.
He kisses me. He claims me with his tongue. He tastes like chocolate and sugar and sweat. He tastes fucking good.
I gasp as Blake releases our kiss.
I arch my back like I'm begging him to take me to the edge.
He doesn't. He stays slow. He stays merciless.
He licks his way down my stomach, lapping up every bit of syrup. My sex clenches.
He's at my belly button. Then below it.
So damn close.
He sucks on the skin of my inner thigh then moves down to my knee. Then to the other leg and back up again.
His teeth scrape my skin.
Almost.
So… close…
I shift my hips, begging him for release.
He nips at my inner thigh.
