Page 55 of Fight For Her
Something rattled in the distance as another gust of sandy wind pelted my exposed skin. Coby kept his gaze trained on me with such tenderness that I thought I would cry again. Every feeling overwhelmed me. My hammering heart, the throbbing between my legs, the painful sting against my sensitive skin, and his heated look that said I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
“Coby…” I whimpered.
“I’m memorizing the way you look right now. So needy and so fucking beautiful.” He tightened his hold on me. “You don’t have to take anymore, baby, because I’m going to give you everything. Whatever you want, whatever you need. I’d bleed for you if that’s what you wanted.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and captured his lips, dragging my tongue across his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.
“What I want is you.”
He deepened the kiss, and I swore I could feel him trembling as he held me tight. “Hold on, baby.” Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled the door open and carried me upstairs.
Chapter 28
Kendahl
Hedidn’tletmego until we were in the quiet of our room. I lit a candle and watched the flame cast Coby’s dark shadow against the wall. He’d gone contemplative again as he leaned against the edge of the bed, and for a moment, I wondered if something had changed. I didn’t want to let myself think too hard. I only wanted to feel.
When his husky voice broke the silence, my knees trembled. “Come here.” My heart hammered with each step, and I rolled my teeth over my bottom lip. “Good girl. Now lift up your arms.” I did as he asked, lifting my arms up and feeling my ribcage expand. He curled his fingers on the hem of my shirt and peeled the sopping wet material off me before tossing it to the side. His eyes grew molten as he took in my bare breasts. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the look of pure reverence on his face.
“Your tits are fucking perfection, baby.” His praise rolled over me, soaking into my skin. I knew my panties were as drenched as my shirt, and I found myself wanting to hear what he was going to say when he reached them. I started to unbutton my shorts, but he put a hand out to stop me. “Let me. I don’t want you to lift a finger. I’m going to worship at your feet. Now, don’t move unless I tell you to.”
I was shaking with anticipation. No man had ever let me turn my brain off. If he didn’t touch me soon, I might die.
Slowly, he trailed his palms across my collarbones dipping lower when he reached my sternum. He cupped my breasts, letting them fill his palms and brushed his thumbs across my sensitive nipples. “Coby,” I moaned. “Please.”
“Shh, patience, baby. We have all night, and I’ve been waiting to take my time with you like this.” My knees buckled as he pinched my nipples between his thumb and index finger, and I pushed my thighs together to keep from moving. “Yes, stay nice and still for me.”
“Fuck you,” I gasped, not meaning it at all. He chuckled, an infuriating sound that vibrated through his entire body.
“I will soon, baby.” I squeezed my thighs together again, a small enough movement that he didn’t notice. He trailed his palms lower, grazing the side of my waist and the soft skin of my stomach. So damn slow. I reached out to hook my hands under his wet shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin. “Nuh-uh,” he clicked his tongue. “Don’t move. Remember?” But seeing what I wanted, he pulled his own shirt off and let it drop to the floor.
His body was perfection, all tan and lean muscle. He had a fine dusting of dark chest hair that led down his corded abdomen. I’d seen him shirtless before, but it felt different in the candlelight of our room. I was getting frustrated. He was taking so damn long, and I knew what I wanted. I was used to initiating, leading, taking, then making my partner feel good even if I was left wanting. But this? This slow edging torture was testing every ounce of patience I possessed.
Coby chuckled again like he could read my mind. “You wear every thought on your face, baby girl. Did you know that?”
I huffed. “I’ve been told.”
He reached out, unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them down my hips. I didn’t move to step out of them even though I wanted to kick their heavy wetness across the room. Coby kneeled and peppered warm kisses down my legs until he reached my feet. He lifted them, one at a time, and pushed my shorts to the side until I was standing before him in nothing but my damp black thong. I squeezed my fists until my nails cut into my palms, feeling so incredibly vulnerable.
He took my hands in his, peeling my tight fists open and planting a kiss to the center of each palm. “I’ll get on my knees for you every single day, pray to you, worship you, and kiss you from head to toe until I’ve worked my way into every cell of your body. Now bend over the bed like a good girl and let me fuck you with my tongue.”
Holy shit.
He crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled me down so I was bracing myself on my forearms. I ground against the edge of the bed, needing to feel friction against my throbbing clit. It wasn’t enough. I buried my face in the comforter to stifle my moan. I needed more. My nipples scraped against the fabric in an almost painful pleasure.
He was behind me, his warm breath touched my sensitive skin. He palmed my ass with a hand on each cheek before he yanked my thong down my legs, spreading me wide. I’d never felt so open or so on display.
I lifted my ass higher, needing…wanting. As he slid a thick finger into my slit, I swore I heard him utter a prayer.
“So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?” he moaned.
Yes.
The rough stubble of his beard teased my skin as he dipped his face against me. He held me open, giving him all the access he needed. And like he’d promised the other night after I’d told him about Ben, he feasted. He dipped his tongue into my slit, dragging it through my opening and up until her reached my clit. I pushed against his mouth, arching my back and lifting my face for air. “Please, Coby,” I begged.
He steadied me with one hand on my back and held me still. “You never have to beg, baby.” Then he took my clit between his lips, sucking hard and moving in rhythm as he slid a finger into me and curled it until I was screaming my release. I bucked against him and let the waves of pleasure roll through me. When I couldn’t take another second, I squirmed, and he released me with one last suck.
I collapsed onto the bed, trembling all over, as aftershocks of my orgasm rolled through me. The bed shifted, and I turned my head to see Coby laying back on his forearms, face glistening in the candlelight. He grinned, putting those dimples on display. “I knew you’d be delicious.”
