Page 143 of The Heartbreaker
I started between her tits, pausing to give each of her nipples a lick, a tug, a fucking bite. All that did was earn me a scream, so I repeated it all over—lick, tug, bite for each one—before I moved to her stomach, kissing across her ribs and around her belly button. With her knees bent, her legs automatically spread, falling open against the bed as if she were getting herself ready for my face.
But I took my time getting there, pressing my lips on the sides of her pussy and down her thighs and over the middle until my nose was resting on the top of her clit.
I left it there, inhaling her.
My eyes then closed, my mouth opening to take in even more of her scent. “Fucking home,” I whispered, but loud enough that she could hear me. “I missed this.”
She dived her fingers through my hair, twisting the locks while I breathed over her. The air was hitting right where I wanted, the spot where she was throbbing. And with each breath I took, her legs seemed to get wider, spreading further over the bed, her fingers digging in harder as they continued to run through my hair.
“I know you want it,” I said.
But what I wanted was her so fucking wound up that her body would truly take whatever I gave it. And what I planned to do wasn’t going to be easy on her. It wasn’t going to feel good at first. But if I could get her in a place where her head was focused on only one thing, then it would be much easier on her.
I looked up from between her legs, past her curves and her tits, and locked eyes with her. “But I’m just savoring you, baby.”
With her lips parted, her expression was ravenous, the heat even reaching her stare. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.”
My nose lifted, and my tongue, pointed at the tip, licked the whole length of her clit. I went slow, wiggling between her lips, giving her the amount of friction she needed.
“Ridge! Oh my God!”
Fuck, she tasted good, and with her scent wrapping around me, that made me want to stay there until the morning. But if I spent much more time here, my girl would be screaming, and I couldn’t have that.
Not yet at least.
So, every time she began to lift off the bed and jerk her hips upward against my mouth, I would lower my speed or pull completely away and replace my tongue with my lips instead.
It was torture.
I knew that.
And I could hear what it was doing to her. The anguish in her voice, in her breathing, in her fucking movements.
Just when she thought I was going to give in, the entire process would start over. I didn’t even give her a finger—it would be too much at this point. It would get her there far too fast, possibly to the point where I couldn’t bring her back, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“What are you doing to me?” she cried.
The question I’d been waiting for her to ask.
I glanced at her face again. She was sitting up, resting on her bent arms, gazing down at me.
Feral as all hell.
“I’m making you beg for it.”
She licked her lips. “Haven’t I already done that?”
I used my thumb to flick her clit. “No.”
She jumped from the pressure, and when she saw that I wasn’t going to give her more, her head shook. “I haven’t?”
“No, you haven’t begged me to fuck your ass, Addison.”
The realization came through her eyes. “That’s what you’re waiting for?”
“In part, yes.” I dropped my finger past her pussy, and when it reached her ass, I touched the rim of that forbidden hole. But I didn’t stay still. I moved around it. “The other part is that I needed to get you ready for this.”
