Page 24 of Avoiding Temptation
My head falls back as sparks of pleasure shoot to my core and threaten to buckle my knees. Sucking my peak deep into his mouth, his teeth bite down so just the right amount of pain mixes with the pleasure. My fingers grip the counter, my nails digging in the underside of the wood.
“More. I need more.”
His eyes flick up to mine, desire and delight shining back at me. The fabric around my ribs is released, and in one swift move my bra joins the collection of clothing on the floor.
“You think I can get you off like this again?”
I don’t get a chance to respond, because his large hands cup my breasts and he sets to work.
In no time, my core is clenching as his ministrations on my breasts bring me closer and closer to my release. He’s alternated between pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger and teasing with his tongue and teeth.
“You taste so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to discover more.”
“Yes,” I breathe, desperate for everything he can give me. “Yes, yes.” He ups the ante, pinching harder, biting deeper, and I fall. I fall into a mind-numbing bliss, but it only lasts so long because I need him inside me, surrounding me, everywhere.
Lifting up, his fingers wrap around my neck as his lips land on mine. The move is possessive, and I can’t get enough. At this very moment, I can’t think of anything better than being his.
His tongue plunges into my mouth as my hands find the sculpted skin of his back. My nails run down until I hit the towel that’s somehow still wrapped around his waist. The need to pull it from his body is all consuming, and just as I’m about to do it, his hands drop to the waist of my skirt. The feeling of the zip being lowered has my thighs clenching.
I should be embarrassed about my utterly unsexy underwear, but, just like my bra, Joe doesn’t even bat an eyelid as my skirt drops around my ankles and he quickly pulls my tights in the same direction, dropping to his knees before me.
When he sits back on his haunches and looks up at me, all I see is lust and need reflected back at me.
My chest heaves as our eye contact holds, a silent conversation passing between us. I start to think he’s not going to move until he quickly stands and lifts me so I’ve no choice but to throw my arms around his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.
His length that’s tenting the towel presses between my legs and gives me just a taste of what’s still to come. My core clenches with anticipation.
“Bed?” Joe asks, spinning on the spot.
“Sofa. It unfolds.”
“Fuck it.”
He drops me onto the sofa and pulls me so I’m practically hanging off the edge. Landing on his knees, he drags my knickers down my thighs and throws them into the room. His eyes zero in on my centre and my thighs close under his close scrutiny. If I’d have known this was going to happen, I might have spent a little longer pruning down there.
“Don’t,” he barks, pressing his large, calloused hands against the soft skin of my thighs and pushing my legs as wide as they’ll go. “You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”
Heat hits my cheeks and makes its way down my neck and onto my chest.
“Don’t believe me? Let me show you.” His lips hit the inside of my thigh and he kisses up from my knee until he’s at my core. He licks at my seam before finding my clit and teasing it with the perfect amount of pressure. It’s like he knows exactly how to play my body, despite this being the first time he’s touched me.
My back arches and my toes curl when he dips his tongue inside me.
“Holy shit.” Why haven’t I experienced this before? I force the thought from my head, not wanting any part of my past tainting this.
His tongue finds my clit again, and his finger teases at my entrance. He circles and dips inside just enough to have me pleading with him for more. I’ve never begged a man for anything in my life, but this right now feels so natural.
He sucks hard on my clit, his fingers diving inside me until he hits an undiscovered part of me that has me barreling towards the most intense release I’ve ever experienced. Lights flash behind my eyes as my fingers grip his hair with such strength I swear I’m gonna rip it from his head.
“Joe,” I squeal, not giving a crap how loud I am as wave after wave of pleasure takes over my body.
He continues until my body stops pulsating before sitting back on his heels with a smug as fuck smile on his face.
I push up on my palms, ready to say something about it, but my naked body catches my eye and I realise I’m sitting here with my legs spread, everything on show while he’s still got that damn towel around his waist.
He glances down at what’s holding my attention before standing directly in front of me, his crotch right in my eyeline. His excitement is obvious with the tenting of the fabric, and my mouth waters to see all of him.
“Go on then.” One side of his mouth curls up. His arrogance is enough to have me reaching out and wrapping my fingers around the towel.
