Page 9 of Let Me Love You
All thoughts other than those focused on his nearness fluttered away like dragonflies on a warm summer breeze. Even through their layers of clothing she recognized his incredible size. Long, hard, and thick. Just the idea of him filling her had her dizzy with lust.
“Your body is saying yes, Stacey.”
“Sweetie, you know this isn’t right.” Perhaps using a motherly tone would trigger something in him, make him think twice before they crossed the point of no return, and from which she was quickly losing her grasp. She tugged on her arms, but he tightened his grip.
He rocked into her again, his hardness soft against her curves. She chewed the inside of her cheek so hard the metallic flavor of her own blood seeped onto her tongue. Maybe it was the fact she hadn’t been with a man in so long. Or he was so damn good-looking. Perhaps the way he stared at her like she was the most desirable, delectable woman on the planet. Whatever it was, she hadn’t felt so sexy or wanted in a very long time. The feeling was intoxicating.
Transferring both of her hands into one of his, he released the knot of hair at the top of her head. Her long locks fell in waves, tickling her bare shoulders. He weaved his fingers into her tresses and tilted her head toward him.
No fear, no intimidation, no worry about the line they were about to cross. Just hungry longing in his eyes.
A muscle ticked in his jaw and he scanned her face as if looking for any sign of regret or disapproval. When his gaze stopped at her mouth, he slipped his tongue between his own lips, wetting them. She dropped her head back against the fridge and sucked her lower lip between her teeth. Her fight to prevent this situation dissipated.
He was sexier than Chris Hemsworth inThor.
What did he taste like? How would his tongue feel against her own, against her skin, between her legs? She shivered at the thought, knowing it would be amazing. These last several minutes had been the most erotic of her life.
Before another thought could enter her mind, he gave her what she craved but wouldn’t ask for or say out loud. He let go of her hands, gripped her face, and slammed his mouth against hers. She clung to his biceps as he assaulted her mouth. His lips were soft, but the kiss hard. Desperate. Merciless. It caught her off guard and lit her on fire. He thrust his tongue between her lips, imitating the motion she desired between her legs. Their tongues dueled and danced, lips locking together. She lost sight of all her arguments as to why they shouldn’t do this and gave in.
He tasted of mint with a hint of lime. The invasion of flavor made her giddy. Not only did his beachy scent consume her, but he was like summer days in the hot sun with a mojito. He tasted like a beach vacation. She could get lost in him, in this moment.
Possessing her mouth, he licked into her in a way that made her want to explode. He drank her in, seeking out the feel and taste of her. Kissed like a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. And boy, did she want to hand herself over on a silver platter.
Sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him into her, she took some initiative. Nipped at his bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth and sucking on the flesh hard. He growled, the vibration in his chest rumbling against her. The sound excited her, encouraged her.
Sliding her tongue over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, she explored every part, familiarizing his taste, the way he was built. A tremor shook him, and his cock grew impossibly harder against her abdomen. He could be the death of her, but it would be a glorious demise.
“Ren,” she panted.
He smiled against her mouth as if at that moment he knew for sure she would give herself over.
Dragging his hips back just enough, he slipped his hand between their bodies. He placed a little pressure on her inner thighs and she separated her legs enough for his fingers.Pulling the fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side, he touched her wet, swollen flesh.
Yes!
“Fuck.” Her breath whooshed out with her cry. “You feel amazing,” he whispered against her mouth. A dizziness washed over her. If he hadn’t been so close, holding her upright, she’d melt into a puddle at his feet. “I knew you would. Silky. Soft. Swollen. All for me.”
He speared his tongue between her lips and eased a finger inside her pussy. Air stuck in her lungs. He circled his thumb over her clit, and her knees buckled. She fisted his shirt to keep her balance while he fucked her with his finger.
Breaking the kiss, he fixed his gaze on her. Stroking his finger languidly, he drew out her pleasure, repeating the movement over and over again until she thought she’d lose her mind. Then he slid a second finger deep inside her, curling the digits and touching a sensitive spot.
A strangled sound—something between a moan, a cry, and a growl—fled her lips. An intense feeling so exquisite and exhilarating her vision blurred and she trembled. He caressed her like he knew her intimately, like they’d done this many times before, finding the spots that caused her to ripple toward ecstasy.
“What are you doing to me?” She clung to him, her orgasm building to a height she had never reached or imagined.
“I’m going to make you come all over my fingers,” he growled next to her ear. “Then you’re going to come again, all over my cock.” His gravelly voice and sexy words pushed her closer to the edge.
Lowering to her breast, he pulled a nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard. Tugged with his teeth, teasing a few seconds before releasing. He performed the same torture to her other breast.
He was everywhere. The world revolved around this moment. Not the ticking of the clock above the stove, or the children laughing outside in the street could shift her focus. His hands, mouth, and body owned her. He returned his mouth to hers, kissing her like his life depended on it, like her life depended on their connection.
Waves of her orgasm came on strong, crashing into her like a twelve-foot-tall wave hitting the shore during a hurricane. Everything inside tingled, her ears thundered, and then she exploded into a million pieces. She screamed her release, his name slipping from her lips like a prayer as her sex pulsed and her juices coated his fingers. Her ragged breath burst from her lungs, burning her from the inside out.
He kept his fingers inside her, caressing the remaining waves and ripples and revving her up again. Could she possibly come again after such an explosive orgasm?She didn’t know the answer, but she sure as hell wanted to try.
Withdrawing his fingers, he slipped one between his lips, closed his eyes, and drew out a moan. The most sensual sight she’d ever witnessed: Him sucking her juices off his finger. Her core clenched in need, the need to have him, his cock inside her.
“You taste incredible.” He offered his finger to her, staring with hooded eyes while she contemplated his offering. She separated her lips as acceptance and he slid a finger over her bottom lip and inside her mouth. Closing her lips, she sucked on his finger, tasting the sweet, yet musky flavor of herself and the salty zest of him. The combination was intoxicating. One she thoroughly enjoyed, much to her surprise.
