Page 20 of Spooked
He positions himself between my thighs. "Let me taste your beautiful body,” he says, his voice a dark rumble.
I lift my hips in answer, allowing him to pull my pajama pants down.
He nearly rips them away, then huffs. “No panties…you’re killing me.”
He lowers his head, his hands sliding up my bare thighs, spreading them wide. Cool air hits my center and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch.
He teases me with his hot breath, his lips barely grazing my sensitive flesh. He places soft, slow kisses down my quivering pussy, as I moan and gasp. Each press of his mouth makes me clench.
The first broad stroke of his tongue has me crying out, my head falling back as pleasure races through me. He groans against my flesh, the vibration adding to the sensation.
"That's it," he murmurs, nuzzling me. "I want to hear every sound you make while I devour you."
His tongue is relentless, exploring every velvety fold and crease with devastating diligence. He alternates between long, swirling strokes and delicate teasing of my swollen clit, learning what makes me gasp and arch off the hard surface.
"You’re delicious, Ash" he says, looking up at me, those eyes dark with lust. "I love making you writhe and pant as I worship your sweet little pussy.”
His large hands grip my thighs, holding me open for his hungry mouth. When he circles my clit with his tongue, sucking gently, I nearly lose my mind.
"Wolfe!" I gasp, one hand flying to tangle in his hair. "Oh god, right there..."
He hums his approval, sending new waves of pleasure spiraling through me. His tongue circles my entrance teasingly before dipping inside, then returning to tease my clit.
"You're getting wetter," he says, his voice rough with arousal. "Are you going to come for me, Ash? Right here in my mouth…on my tongue?"
"Yes," I pant, my hips shaking like mad and rocking against his mouth of their own accord. "If you don't stop doing that—oh!"
He continues his merciless assault, fingers caressing my inner thighs. My whole body is tense and ready to explode.
“Give it to me,” he demands, lapping and sucking at my flesh. “Let me feel you come.”
And suddenly I’m hurtling over the edge. My back arches off the table as my climax detonates, thighs trembling around his head.
“Oh-ohhh! Wolfe!”
He doesn't stop, working me through every aftershock, easing the pressure but continuing to lick me until I'm whimpering. Only then does he pull back, his lips and chin glistening.
"Christ, you're magnificent when you come," he says, rising to his feet and looking down at me with unabashed admiration. With his long hair down and wild, he reminds me of a Viking warrior.
“Wolfe…” I whisper, my orgasm still fresh. “That was beyond amazing.”
“I’m so glad I could please you,” he says, standing and pulling my shirt up as he does.
I raise my arms, letting him pull it off. His sharp intake of breath as he sees my bare breasts fuels my desire.
"Jesus, your body," he groans, hands reverently cupping my breasts. His thumbs brush over my hardened nipples, drawing more whimpers from my lips.
He wipes his hand over his mouth, then kisses me again…deep and passionately.
I can taste myself on him and it only brings me back to life. His mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, then down the column of my throat. I arch into him, my head falling back. He sucks on my neck and shoulder, grazing his teeth over my skin.
When he lowers his head to suck one peaked nipple, I nearly come undone all over again. He laves and nips with expert attention, alternating between gentle teasing and rougher urgency, while his hand caresses my other breast. I clutch at his hair, holding him to me.
"Wolfe, please," I beg, not entirely sure what I'm asking for, just knowing I need more.
He finally pulls back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, and I'm treated to the full glory of his torso—powerfully muscled, dusted with dark blond hair that narrows to a tempting trail disappearing beneath his jeans. The scarring continues down the left side of his neck and shoulder, ridges of sinew edged with scars that twist like ivy over part of his chest and arm. But they only enhance the beauty of his raw masculinity.
He begins to undo his jeans, then catches my gaze.
