Page 64 of Just Say (Hell) No
Wait a minute. She couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t get hold of this thing. She should…
He didn’t give her time to start. Instead, he kissed his way slowly down her spine while one hand spread her wide and started that exploring again. But this time, she couldn’t see him. Her excitement kicked up another notch, and she’d forgotten every single thing about what she should do. Her breath was coming hard, and she was rocking back into his hand.
He got to her bottom, had one palm running over it, and she was tingling just from that. And then hebither there. Hard. At the same time, his other hand found the perfect spot. Unexpected almost-pain, a fierce rush of pleasure, and she was crying out. He rubbed the tender place on her bum with his hand. Hisotherhand, because he was still working her over with the right one. He must be kneeling behind her, but she couldn’tsee.
“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” he said with a sigh. “Felt so good.”
She wasn’t talking anymore, because she couldn’t. She was too close. She said, “I… more. Do it more.”
His hand left her, and she tensed. But then he was lying face-up under her, and the next thing she felt was his hands pulling her down into his mouth. He had her hips in both hands, and he dove straight in and started to feast. She needed to rock, but his hands were so strong, all she could do was press herself into his mouth. That was… it was…
Helpless. Invaded. Over the top.
She was going to come, and he didn’t want her to. Not yet.
When he let go of her hips and slid back out from under her, she stayed where she was for a moment. Her whole body shaking, her hair hanging down over her face.
“Wh-what?” she said. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t.”
He gave her a slap on the bum, because it felt so good to do it and because he could. She jumped, and he kissed her again, right there on that delicious curve, because he could do that, too, rubbed his hand over all her wonderful roundness, gave her a couple more lazy strokes over and around all that warm, wet pink to keep her going, and said, “Hang on. I’m coming back.”
“Wh-what?” She turned over and got on her elbows, which was good, because she had some of the prettiest breasts he’d ever seen, and he wanted to kiss them and hold them again, but it was sad, too.
He needed a mirror. He wanted to watch every bit of her, and every bit of what he was going to do to her. He was a greedy bastard. He wanted it all, and he wanted it now.
“Oh. Condom,” she said, still sounding deliciously shaky, and looking that way, too. “And you spanked me. Youbitme. I should hate that.”
He pushed her down by the shoulders, levered himself over her, and indulged himself by kissing her wonderful mouth some more. Deeper than ever this time, his tongue exploring, letting her taste herself on him. She had her hands around his head, pulling him into her harder, so it was working for her, too.
He managed to leave her mouth at last and said, “No blondes, though, remember? Sad for me, of course, but there you are. Somebody told me she wouldn’t like it. Got a condom in my bedside table, though, waiting for you. And about that other thing—it didn’t feel to me like you hated it. I think you loved it. Made you wet as hell. Makes me wonder what else you’d love.”
Because he was over her, he could watch that shiver move all the way from her shoulders to her knees. If he pulled her thighs apart right now and talked a little dirtier, he could watch the next shiver go everywhere. He could make her come without even touching her. He knew it. But that wasn’t good enough.
“Then gogetit,” she said. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He smiled. Bloody hell, but he loved her like this. “I’ve got an idea, though,” he said, threading his fingers through those dusky curls, something else he’d waited too long to do. “Going to make you wait for it until you can’t stand it anymore. Until it’s the best you’ve ever had.”
She rolled her eyes at him. Yes, she did. He was as turned on as he’d been in his life, she was naked beneath him, all the ivory and pink and gorgeous brown of her, and she was waiting for him to come back and do it hard. Do it right. And still, she rolled her eyes.
“You think I can’t,” he said. “That just makes me want to do it more.”
“Then comeon,boy. Get started.” She took hold of him again, levered herself up on one palm, and gave him a long, slow lick that made him stop smiling.
“I’ve… started,” he managed to say. “You’re not helping me keep my focus here.”
“Could be,” she murmured from down where he needed her, “that I don’t want your focus. Could be I want you wild.”
“Could be,” he said, “that I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” And then he went and got the condom.
He wasn’t seventeen anymore. Everything was better when you had to wait for it. And makingherwait? That would be nothing but wonderful.
Did she have some time to think about the inadvisability of proceeding at this particular time, without a certain conversation? Not to mention a few other conversations, like the one about boundaries? She did. Did she make any move whatsoever to have those conversations? She did not.
Her body was aching for him in a way she’d never felt. If it got any worse, she was going to… well, it was going to be unbearable, that was all. She needed his mouth on her, or she needed him inside her. One or the other. And anything else he might want to do, too. She needed itnow.
Just as she thought it, he came back. With a fist full of supplies, and having lost absolutely none of his… appeal.
She sighed in a purely aesthetic way this time. Well, almost. “You’re beautiful,” she told him. Shoulders. Chest. Those incredible arms. Abs. Thighs. And absolutely everything else. He looked like a sculpture of a Greek discus thrower. Like he was cast in bronze, bigger than life size. “I need to touch you. Over and over.”
