Page 114 of Storm in a Teacup
He finds the strip of skin between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my pants, pushing my shirt higher so he can grasp at my bare waist. “I can never get enough of you, either. I missed you like hell, Lin. Let’s never pretend we’re not in love with each other again. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Once his lips cover mine again, his hand trails down, dipping beneath the waistband of my sweats and over my underwear. He groans into my mouth, feeling how wet I already am through the cotton. He strokes me over the fabric, causing my toes to curl on the ground.
His mouth separates from mine, giving me room to say, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he says, lips frantically moving over my jaw.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He pauses, drawing back to look at me, fingers now moving in slow circles over my clit and pure lust in his eyes. “Like, with my fingers, or have you a toy for me to use?”
“No,” I say, hand trailing down his stomach until I meet the stiffening cock pushing through his trousers. I stroke him over the fabric, a deep whimper emanating from his throat. “You. I just want you.”
I do. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s another thing I’ve refrained from due to fear as opposed to true opposition.
His throat bobbles. “Lin, you know I don’t need that.”
“I know, but I want to. Really.”
“Are you sure?” His hand pauses, forcing me to shift against it for more friction. He restarts, much to my relief.
“Never ever has a man wanted to talk me out of this. Yes! Iwant to. I would still very much like to use protection, but I’m willing to risk it. If you are.”
“Aye, sugar. I am.” He takes his hand away to scoop me up with a small grunt. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to my bedroom, dropping me down on the bed. He then shuts my bedroom door. “Oscar Wilde does not need to see me defiling his mother.”
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Defiling, huh?” I scan him up and down, blurry but all him. “We are both wearing entirely too much clothing for that.”
“I can fix that.” He throws off his shirt, then bends over the bed to tug at mine. I help him remove it, my bare chest exposed, nipples tight and pinching in the sudden cool air. His hands find the waist of my sweats and pull them off, leaving me in only my underwear. “You’re wearing these sexy knickers again. It’s like you knew I was coming over.”
“They are literally just cotton panties.” I loop my fingers through his belt loops, tugging him down to meet my lips.
“Fucking sexy cotton panties,” he mutters.
A terrible realization occurs to me. “Wait, I don’t have any condoms. Should we go to your place?”
He smirks above me. “I actually have one on me, but we’ll get to that.”
He backs down my body until his mouth is at my ankles. He presses a kiss there, then moves up to my calf, murmuring, “All these goddamn bruises.” His lips meet one of said bruises.
“I told you,” I say, “I have a tendency to run into things. I barrel forward with more confidence than I should have.”
“Keep the confidence. You have me at home to kiss the bruises and make them better.” He kisses at one by my knee to prove his point. When his mouth reaches my thighs, I wriggle indesperate anticipation, nearly over this teasing. Instead of kissing my inner thigh, he bites it, only to soothe the sting with his tongue.
My teeth sink into my lower lip. “Okay.Yes, to that,” I praise.
He fixes me with a cheeky grin. “You liked that? Tell me where you want my mouth next.”
Using one finger, I point to a spot on my other thigh. He bites, then soothes again with his tongue, sending a thrill through me. I move upward, touching my upper thigh close to my hip. He follows with those wicked teeth and gentle tongue, causing me to whimper. Next, I move my finger to my clit, stroking myself over the cotton for a moment before I let Ben follow. He does, eyes locking with mine before he gently guides his teeth over that spot, making me gasp, only to follow with a swipe of his tongue against the fabric.
He yanks off my panties, tossing them to the side, saying, “I’m buying you a pair of those in every color.”
His mouth lands on my clit again, repeating the action he did before, scraping his teeth then soothing with his tongue. He stays on that bud of nerves, my moans growing louder and louder. His arm travels up my body, searching for my hand, which he finds resting on my stomach. His fingers clutch my palm as he settles in, my legs spreading wider to give him better access. As he keeps licking, I squeeze his fingers tight enough to break a bone. He swipes that tongue just right and—
“Fuck,” I moan, my back bowing. I see sparkles as a flood of ecstasy rushes through me.
His mouth is still down there, but I need him to keep moving. With my free hand, I tug on his hair to get his attention, then tap my stomach so he takes his mouth upward. Mouth now shining with traces of my arousal, he moves to my stomach, biting thencoaxing. I draw my finger upward in between my breasts. He lightly bites both, then proceeds to kiss both. Finally, I drag my finger up to my mouth, tracing over my bottom lip. He prowls up to my face, mouth meeting mine before his teeth sink into my lower lip, tugging before releasing and letting his tongue delve into my waiting mouth. I can feel his hardness pushing through his jeans against my leg.
