Page 141 of Attached At Heart
“I’m not God, baby.” Blake’s breath flirted with my ear. “I’m your husband.”
I clutched his shoulders with a sigh, urging my hips forward to try to chase more of him. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what?”
I couldhearhis smirk but didn’t even care enough to comment on it. He could be cocky about what he did to me because fuck, did he do things to me.
“Just…more. I want more.”
Blake nibbled on my earlobe before murmuring, “If you want more of this cock, you can get on your knees.”
Maybe I should be mad that he was denying me, but I was too eager to please, too giddy at the thought of exploring more of him. As long as I got to experience him in some capacity, I didn’t care.
“It’s going to be worth it, Lane,” Blake promised, as though I needed encouragement. “The wait will be worth it. Just like it was worth it for me when I finally got to taste you for the first time.”
“The kiss at our wedding?” I asked as I dropped to my knees in front of him, bouncing on the rubbery material beneath us.
Blake nodded, his gaze blazing as he watched me.
“That was a real kiss, Delaney.” His voice was raw as he cupped the back of my head, fingers gently playing with my hair. “It was as real as I dared to make it.”
“I know,” I confessed. I’d always known. “It felt real.”
Blake stilled at my response, and he looked like he wanted to ask more. But then I pressed my lips to his stomach, and he zeroed in on my mouth. On how I traced a path down his abdomen with my tongue, savoring the slightly salty taste of his skin. The heat of his body, the pulse just beneath his skin, I reveled in all of it, in all of him. And then when I fisted his erection without warning, a violent shudder ran through him, and I reveled in that, too. In what I could do to him. I licked at his tip, and Blake made a deep, guttural noise, causing that satisfaction to sink deeper inside me.
“Suck, Lane.” He looked down at me with reverence in his eyes despite his brusque command, which was punctuated by another boom of thunder. “See how good my cock tastes with you all over it.”
I did as he directed, looking up at him through my lashes as I sucked him slowly into my mouth, inch by inch. I could taste the muskiness of his scent combined with a hint of my own arousal,and there was something about it that made me feel tortured, made the agony of want and desire flow faster through my veins.
“Oh, hell.” Blake pushed his fingers through my hair in an almost compulsive way, like his hands needed the reassurance that I was real. “You have no idea how satisfying it is for me to know, after years of having to sit back and watch other men flirt with you, that no one else will ever get to see you like this.” His lips parted in awe as he looked down at me. “Isn’t that right, Lane?”
I nodded, feeling more confident about that fact than ever, and then slipped his cock out of my mouth to answer him, even as he groaned at the pause. “The only man I get on my knees for is my husband.”
Possession spiked in Blake’s eyes. Lightning flashed across his face. “And who is your husband, Delaney?”
My lips curved. “You.”
“That’s a good little wife,” he praised. It shot right through me.
I sucked him back into my mouth without delay, using one hand to twist around the base of his erection while the other reached between my legs, desperate for something to ease the ache, the unrelenting pulse that kept growing stronger and hotter.
“You can touch yourself,” Blake grunted, watching me with his own brand of desperation. “But you can’t finish.”
I whimpered around his cock.
“I know, sweetheart,” he soothed. “But trust me. Don’t you trust me?”
I nodded.
More than anyone.
“That’s my girl.” He tipped his head back with a groan. “Fuck, you feel so good, Delaney. You’re so,sogood. And God, I need to come. I need to come so when I fuck you, I can take my goddamntime. Your pussy always makes me lose it, but today, I need to—” I took him all the way to the back of my throat, and Blake choked on air, unable to speak until I popped him back out of my mouth again.
“So you get to finish, but I don’t?” I challenged, lifting a brow.
“You will, Lane.” He raised a brow right back. “I thought you trusted me.”
I rolled my eyes and then returned to lavishing my tongue around the tip of Blake’s cock. He swallowed a moan and then started speaking in a softness that made my body crawl with need.
