Page 27 of Let Me Love You
This woman owned him! He’d do anything she asked if she would simply open her heart and let him in. Let him love her.
“I lose my mind when you’re around.” Her words cascaded across his lips.
“I’m fine with that if you are,” he whispered back.
He smiled against her mouth before pushing his tongue back into the warm, sweet recesses, thoroughly licking and exploring every crevice. He gripped her waist and pulled her even closer. The feel of her curves pressed against him, her softness touching his hardness had him on fire.
His need reached new heights. After two days of reliving their afternoon together, he wanted to prove their link had been as real as he remembered. That their connection hadn’t been in his imagination.
Drawing her away from the wall, he walked her backwards toward the living room, directing her with his hands on her hips, all the while kissing her. The flicker from the television guided him through the darkness.
When he reached the coffee-colored leather couch, he laid her on her back, breaking their kiss. She stared up at him, eyes hooded and lips swollen. He loved this look on her—lusty-eyed and thoroughly kissed. He wanted to take his phone and snap a photo of her exactly like this so he could look at her whenever he wanted. But he didn’t want to ruin the moment.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed the cloth on the floor. Her gaze traveled over him in a hungry fashion, and a soft whimper rolled from her lips, exciting the hell out of him. No doubt of her attraction to him. But he wanted more than that. He wanted her heart.
“You look amazing lying there.” He kicked off his flip-flops and undid his jeans, pushed his pants down his legs until they pooled at his feet, then stepped out of them. Placing a knee between her legs, he lowered himself, keeping above her with one hand next to her shoulder and the other on the back of the couch so he didn’t crush her. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. I’ve thought of little else since Saturday.” His heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins like he ran an adventure race and the finish line was in sight.
She raised her hips to meet his, brushing his erection. He hissed at the contact, his cock so engorged it was almost painful. His desire ratcheted up a level and he had to rein it in, slow himself down.
Lowering his head, he kissed her, tangling their tongues. He licked and nipped her lips, plunging into her mouth, savoring her sweet flavor. They twisted and slid against each other like a sultry salsa dance. He kissed her cheeks, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Her soft murmurs drove him wild. The need to thrust into her, claim her overcame him. He squeezed the leather couch cushion until his fingers cramped, forcing him to focus on her, not his needs.
Moving lower, he grazed his lips across the mound of her breast before taking her nipple in his mouth, t-shirt included. She inhaled sharply and arched, giving herself to him. He teased her nipple, sucking, biting.
He shifted to the other breast to give the same attention. Stacey’s fingers clamped in his short hair, grasping the back of his head and holding him. His name slipped off her lips more than once sounding like a plea. He loved the sound. His heart expanded in his chest.
He worked his way down her body, kneeling on the floor next to the couch and positioning himself between her legs. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts, he slid them down her toned legs, revealing a dusting of brown hair covering her swollen pink pussy glistening with her arousal.
“Fuck.” He huffed out a breath at the sight of her splayed before him. He’d seen her naked but not like this. Spread before him like a personal gift, an offering on an altar. He’d never tire of the view. Never get enough of her.
Leaning forward, he trailed kisses over her abdomen. He traced in and around her belly button with the tip of his tongue, leaving her skin damp and her abdominal muscles rippling. Her musky feminine scent cloaked him the lower he traveled and roused him in a way like never before. Every one of his muscles tensed. His body strained to keep control, his cock throbbing in his boxer briefs. He wanted this to be about her, his worship of her.
Lifting his head, he took in her creamy skin flushed with arousal. A dreamy haze clouded her eyes. Her lips separated as ragged breaths burst from her.
“You’re quite a sight.” He floated his hands up her inner thighs, his tongue following close behind. She squirmed and tugged at his head, trying to bring him to the apex of her legs. He hovered over her pussy, his breath pulsing over her moist skin.
She trembled.
“Please.” She rolled her hips, attempting contact. She wanted him there and he wanted to be there. More than she’d ever know or understand. Since their first encounter, he’d been dying to taste her, and not off his fingers. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and make himself at home.
“What do you want?” He resisted her pull on his head even though it killed him. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“Lick me. Please. I want your tongue on my pussy. In my pussy. Fuck, I want you to make me come.” The need in her voice made him giddy and hornier than a dog in heat. He pressed his lips along the edge of her core, not quite making contact where she desired. A strangled sound escaped, her frustration evident.
“I like when you tell me what you want. It’s sexy as fuck.” He blew on her glistening sex. Her legs tremored. “I’m about to ruin you for other men. No one will take care of your pussy the way I will.” He blew on her again while his fingers pulled her apart.
“Ren. Please.”
“No more begging, baby.” If he didn’t taste her now, he might burst into flames. He licked into her folds, lapping her spicy flavor onto his tongue. She jerked at the contact and cried out.
He almost lost control. She tasted amazing, spicy and earthy, and something just her. The way her body responded tied him in knots, his stomach flipping with each movement and sound that escaped her. He wanted to make her come undone, until every quake of her orgasm released. And then do it again.
Relax and enjoy her.He recited the mantra in his head. Her orgasm would happen regardless. But he didn’t want to rush this. He had to keep telling himself that last bit in order to fight the feral desire to take her.
He swiped his tongue through her folds and over her clit, coating his tongue with her juices. She bucked off the couch with each lash. He teased her opening, rimming it. She writhed, her hips grinding into him. He caught her watching him with hooded eyes, pleading for him to enter her.
“Is this what you want?” He penetrated her opening with his tongue. Hard to believe, but she tasted even sweeter on the inside. Feminine. He could spend eternity between her legs doing this.
“Yes,” she hissed, her head dropping to a pillow on the couch.
