Page 269 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
I gasp, my head falling back, my fingers tightening in his hair as his movements meet the pace of my pounding heart. Each stroke sends pleasure. He gently sucks, his teeth grazing, biting just enough to make me gasp. To make my damn knees weaken.
Of course, he does.
I lean into him, my hands tangling in his hair, guiding him deeper, urging him closer.
“More,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my body trembling with need.
He complies.
His tongue presses harder. His fingers firmer.
Each touch builds until I’m teetering on the edge, core tightening with every stroke.
Sucking.
Nipping.
Stroking.
I’m lost, drowning in the sensations.
He doubles his efforts until I can no longer hold back.
Just as I’m about to shatter, he pauses. His breath is hot against me, his lips hovering just above my core, leaving me suspended—teetering between release and longing.
My body freezes, every muscle tense, every nerve ending screaming for him to continue. The water continues to fall, but the world around me seems to hold its breath.
“Are your knees weak?” His fingers trace lazy circles on my thighs, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along my folds, teasing but not giving.
I whimper, my hips instinctively rocking toward him, desperate for the touch he’s withholding.
“Yes,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates against me. “Tell me, I make your knees weak.”
“You make my knees weak.”
“Louder.”
I say it louder.
“Now say my name.”
“Hart.”
“Louder.”
I say it louder.
“Scream my name, darlin’.”
I scream his name, and his tongue flicks out again, a quick stroke that makes me buck against him. The release crashes over me like a wave, tearing a cry from my throat.
My body convulses. My muscles clench. My core pulses as the orgasm washes through me.
He doesn’t stop his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, milking every last drop of pleasure from me, spiraling me out of control until all I see are stars.
I’m boneless when it’s over, my legs barely able to hold me up, and my head spinning. I lean against him, breathless, my eyes half-closed, and a satisfied smile playing on my lips.
