Page 138 of Come Apart
Then her hands are in my hair, another sweet pressure. She's tugging and pulling my head towards her mouth all at once.
Her mouth hovers over my ear, her breath hot and wet. Shivers run through my body.
I need to rip her clothes off and get my cock inside her.
She whispers. "This is going to be payback for every time you tortured me." She runs her tongue around my ear.
It's so light and soft. My body floods with want.
I grip her tighter, digging my fingers into the soft skin of her hips.
I need to grab those hips and pin her to the bed and fuck her until we come together.
Alyssa wraps her hands around my wrists. She pushes me onto the bed like I'm her toy.
I want to be her fucking toy.
Her teeth scrape against my earlobe. Harder.
She slings her legs over my hips, straddling me. Her crotch is pressed against mine. There's nothing under the dress.
The only thing between us is my slacks, my boxers.
It's still too much. I drag my fingertips along her thighs. She shudders, a soft groan escaping her lips.
But she grabs my wrists and presses them against the bed. "Patience, Luke."
She smirks. Clearly enjoying torturing me the way I always torture her.
She plants her hands next to my shoulders, leans down, and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is so hot and electric, the agony we've worked up in the last few weeks pouring between us.
She takes my hand and sticks my index finger into the sticky jar of honey. She brings my finger to her mouth and licks around the edges, a low groan passing through her lips. Then her entire mouth is on my finger, and she sucks off every last bit of honey. Her tongue is so soft and wet and it hits every nerve in my innocent fingertip.
Jesus.
She kisses me again, probing gently with her tongue.
Then she dips her finger into the jar. Leans back. And she traces the outline of my lips. Her touch is soft and hot. I need more.
I grab her wrist, slide her finger into my mouth, and suck hard. It's such a sweet mix—the honey and her skin—and she closes her eyes at the feeling.
We lock eyes when she opens hers once more.
I expect her to beg me to release her from the torture, but she says nothing.
She dips my finger back into the jar and brings it to her chest. I run my fingertip over her nipple, spreading the honey over the tight point.
Then I bring my mouth to her.
I lick her slowly. It's sticky and sweet, and I can't stop myself from licking every drop, until it's just my mouth closing in on her firm flesh. It's so luscious, the pressure of her against my mouth as I suck harder and harder.
She tilts her head back in ecstasy, moaning through her teeth.
Mhmm.
I flick my tongue against her again and again, shallow strokes that drive her wild.
She digs her hands into my hair, her body convulsing.
