Page 139 of Come Apart
And I do it again—another sweet dab of honey on her nipple. I retrace my finger's motions with my tongue, sucking harder the louder she gets.
When I finally bring my lips back to hers, she kisses me so hard and fast I can't breathe. It's pure need, pure lust, afuck me nowwithout the hassle of vocalizing the words.
I inhale the feeling of the kiss. Everything inside her is pouring into me, and everything inside of me is pouring into her.
I need her so badly I'm shaking.
I shove her dress to her knees and dig my hands into her hair.
She tugs at my shirt. "Stupid fucking buttons."
She manages to undo most of them and pushes it off my shoulders. Her eyes pass over me slowly, her expression filling with delight.
I love the way she looks at me. Like she wants to consume me. Like I'm the hottest thing she's ever seen.
We kiss again, and it's still hard and fast, but there's something soft and sweet about it too. There's a need, a vulnerability.
We're both lost in this moment.
She shifts back, rubbing her crotch against mine, squeezing me with her thighs. Her eyes connect with mine and she smiles.
It's devilish, a promise.
She presses my shoulders against the bed. I relax.
I'm hers now. I'm not about to deny her whatever she wants.
She drags her fingers across my chest and stomach.
"Mhmm." She undoes my belt and unzips my slacks.
Then it's her hands rubbing me over my boxers. Fuck.
Any remaining blood flees from my brain. I can't think anymore. There's nothing in this moment but Alyssa.
She's on top of me, her dress around her waist, her eyes lit up with lust, her tongue sliding over her lips. She pulls her dress over her head. And then she strokes me.
The ache inside me grows. Warmth floods my body.
Her eyes connect with mine. She shifts off me and pulls my slacks to my knees. Then my boxers.
She reaches for the jar of honey.
She dips her finger in the pot and runs it along my cock. Then she's perched in front of me on all fours, her eyes glued to mine as she slides her tongue over me.
Jesus.
Her tongue is soft and flat, and it sends sparks through my body. An ache builds inside me. It burns deeper and harder as she licks me up and down.
She laps up every last drop of honey and her mouth closes around my cock. She moans, sucking harder and harder. She feels so good, so wet, and there's so much desire in her eyes. I can barely take it. I dig my hands into her hair, run my fingertips over her chest, anything to make her feel as good as I feel.
She moans, sucking harder and harder. I knead her breasts, run my fingers over her nipples. She closes her eyes, groaning again. She drags her nails against my thighs. It's the slightest hint of pain, a sweet, soft hurt.
She shifts off me, wraps one hand around my cock and sinks her teeth into my thigh. Damn. I squeeze her nipples, reveling in her soft groan, in her eyes closing in ecstasy.
She sinks her teeth into my thigh again. Harder. I squeeze her. Harder.
"Fuck." She moans. Her eyes find mine. Ayou’re going to pay for thatlook.
