Page 78 of Other Side Of Never
The rumble in his chest did not prepare me for the speed with which he flipped me onto my back.His sweet mouth latched onto my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
I laughed and tipped my head back, arching my neck to give him more access.“Kian,” I huffed out a soft laugh, my eyes fluttering shut.
Voice deep and gritty, one hand yanking my little t-shirt out of my sleep shorts while the other tangled in my hair to hold my head still, he hovered over me and demanded, “You ready for payback, Bridget?”
“So ready,” I breathed, my body undulating beneath him, a hot ribbon of desire near choking me.
“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he groaned as he bowed his back and dragged his tongue along my collarbone.“I don’t know where to start.”
“Start—”
“Shut up, Bridget.You never know when to stop talking.”
“Yes, Sir,” I teased.
Ignoring my words, he tightened his grip on my hair before abruptly releasing me.Rising to his knees between my thighs, he asserted, “It’s my turn now, and I don’t want to be distracted by that smart mouth of yours.”
With one hand on either side of my little t-shirt, he rent it in two then flicked open the front clasp of my lace bra with one hand.
My chest heaved, the tight tips of my breasts quivering under his hot gaze.Hooded eyes meeting mine, he dropped his hands to the elastic waistband of my shorts and yanked them halfway down my hips before stopping and clipping, “Yes or no, Bridget?”
“Oh, yes,” I replied, nodding to ensure he got me.
Leaning back, he worked them over my round hips and released one leg.Grasping my ankle, he brought it to his mouth and closed his eyes.Dragging his lips up the curve of my calf and along the inside of my thigh, his grip manacled when his mouth neared my center.
“I wanted to take my fucking time with you.”He pressed his nose against my mons and breathed deep.“Learn your sweet body.Start slow…” His words trailed off as he sighed deeply then opened his mouth over my sex and tongued me through my panties.
My ass lifted off the couch, his name on my lips.
Speaking against my clit, he murmured, “You need to be punished for this stunt, but I’m punch drunk and I’m so fucking hungry for you.”
Lifting his head, he glared at me, his eyes immediately dropping to my hands on my breasts, my busy fingers pinching my nipples.
He lunged forward, knocking my hands out of the way to make way for his own, dropping his mouth down to suck first one hard nipple into his mouth then the other.
“That feels so good, Kian,” I whispered.
“Going to make you feel so much better, sweetheart,” he promised, eyes closed in reverence, his sweet lips pursing around my nipples before drawing them into his mouth for his greedy tongue.
I tunneled my fingers into his silky hair, closing my eyes and smiling in wonder at the wondrous weight of him.
I gasped as a sharp nip heated my breast.
Shocked, I looked down to meet his eyes.
He laved the small bite mark with his tongue.“You’re not getting off that easy, lady,” he warned.
With his hands at my ribs, he kissed, bit, and licked his way down my body.“See, Bridget,” he informed me as he grasped the side of my panties in his hands and split the seam.“Tease all you want but be prepared to take the consequences.”
Rolling his neck from side to side like a boxer preparing to enter the ring, he shoved his big hands under my plump ass, bent low, and covered my sex with his open mouth.
Eyes wide, I watched as his fluttered shut.
Chest rumbling with pleasure, he shook his head back and forth slowly, covering his face in my juices before thrusting his tongue up inside me.“Oh, yeah,” he muttered, licking from my opening to my clit before closing his lips over that needy little bud.
I cried out, my back arching off the couch as my fingers stroked and petted his hair, this sweet, good man who deserved everything but had only me.
There was no time to dwell as he prodded and sucked every coherent thought from my head.
