Page 119 of Crimson Promises
I dug my fingers into his hair. My body thrummed. More, more, more.
His hands slid under my top until he fingered the lace of my green bra. I silently threw thanks for the fact that it was one of the only pieces of undergarments I had left. His fingers traced the edge until he unhooked the clasp at the back.
He grasped the edge of my shirt, which was still mid-stomach. I lifted my arms as he peeled it off in one quick movement.
“Gorgeous,” he said as he leaned back to study me.
I reached across the space between us and gestured for him to take his off.
“At a loss for words?” He chuckled.
I grasped the back of his neck and dragged him towards me. He chuckled again at my urgency.
Instead of bringing his lips back to mine, he cupped one breast while he brought his mouth down towards the other. His tongue alternated between sucking and flicking each one. If it was possible, he felt even harder against me. I ground myself helplessly against him. I had enough of his teasing. I wanted to touch him.
He traced shapes lazily around my body, as if we had all the time in the world, as I unbuckled his belt and flicked off the top button to his jeans, followed by the zipper. Pushing down his boxers and jeans in one fell swoop over his lean hips, he revealed his beautiful body. Ben's impressive member sprung free, and my mouth went dry at seeing it in all its glory in the daylight. His hands roved to my waist and played with the waistband of my jeans.
“Aurora, wait one second,” he whispered into my ear, sending another wave of quivers spreading over my body.
I felt a sudden whoosh of air as his powerful body was framed in dove gray wings.
My jaw fell wide open. I didn’t have any words to express my gratitude that Ben would grant me this vulnerability.
Ben’s mouth crashed into mine. His skin was a blanket of warmth against my own.
This finally felt like more.
Ben was pushing me further up the island. The cool touch of the marble was a shock against my heated skin. He gave me a lingering kiss before he turned his attention to my pants.
Laying on the counter, I squeezed my glutes together as I dug my heels into the counter to create a bridge to help him remove my pants and the matching lace underwear. Once I was stark naked, I leaned back on my forearms to try and push off the counter. But Ben’s hand shot out and held me in place with one hand pressed to my belly button. Any thoughts were long gone when I heard the sound of Ben’s knees hitting the tile. He lifted each of my legs over his shoulders and tugged my body up toward him, so I was floating at the edge of the island.
Never kneel for anyone, ever.Yet here he was on his knees forme.
The first lick of Ben’s tongue turned me inside out.
His tongue plundered me in grand, sweeping strokes. He slid a finger inside me, pumping in and out alongside the rhythm of his tongue.
My arms swept around, trying to grab onto anything to keep me tethered to this planet I was severely close to floating away from. Any sense of pride or modesty had fallen by the wayside. All that mattered was the wave that was building in my body.
He added a finger. I felt stretched and full. He curled his fingers in such a way that they hit a spot of pure ecstasy at the exact moment that the tip of his wing traced the apex of my thighs.
I bowed off the counter as my climax shattered me into fragments.
He withdrew his tongue but kept his finger inside as he flitted kisses up and down my thighs.
My core clenched at the thought of what his length would feel like inside of me.
I needed him now. Yet, he still remained kneeling.
“Ben,” I grated out.
He lifted his eyes from his feast. “Yes?” His eyes were glittering like mischievous emeralds.
I bit my lip.
“Love, you need to tell me what you want. I’m not going to do anything unless you are explicit.”
“I want you inside me?”
