Page 97 of No Rings Attached
My fingers curved over his broad shoulders, my palms settling as he teased the fabric up another inch. This time, he ran his teeth along my soft skin, taking the time to trace the silvery stretch marks and explore the roundness of my belly.
I shivered, and he glanced up at me from under his long lashes. “You good?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Very good. You?”
He grinned, “Exactly where I want to be.”
Could I die from swooning or maybe just pass out? I was sure I could, because his words were making me light-headed.
My thoughts fled as he continued to kiss his way up, exposing another inch of my skin. My legs trembled trying to hold me up. Tears burned at the back of my eyes. We’d only just begun, and I already felt like he was worshipping my body. Not just using it to satisfy his desires or his needs at the expense of mine, but truly cherishing it and enjoying every moment. This foreplay wasn’t just a means to an end—it was its own event.
When he pulled my shirt over my breasts, he sucked in a shaky breath. “Fuck me,” he said incredulously. “Lace is my kryptonite,” he whispered as his mouth settled over one lace covered nipple. His light bite had me pressing my thighs into his. “You like that?”
“Yes. God, yes.” I’d never had a guy do anything beyond a quick suck. I had no idea what I’d been missing.
“These are magnificent.” He pulled down the edges of my bra so that it rested beneath, pushing my breasts higher and closer together. “Perfect size for my hands and my mouth.”
My back arched as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, while one hand massaged the other. With each nibble, lick, suck, and pinch, desire streaked down to my throbbing clit. He shifted his head back and forth between them, and the scratch of his beard only enhanced the feeling.
“Drew.” His name came out as a plea.
“I’ve only gotten started, buttercup. And I’ve been wanting to do this for days. Don’t even think about rushing me.”
I whimpered, loving and hating every word spilling from his mouth. By this time, I was squirming restlessly against him, ready to yank his head up and demand he satisfy this ache building in my core.
He raised his chin, a smirk on his lips.
The jerk knew just what he was doing to me.
He lifted my shirt over my head, drawing my arms up with it. Then with deft fingers he released the front clasp of my bra and pulled that off, too.
I clutched the waistband of my pants, ready to move this along.
“Not yet.” He shook his head.
My needy body gave a cry of frustration, and I might have too.
“I haven’t had a chance to caress every inch of you. Before tonight’s over, Ellie, I’ll know everything that causes that sexy hitch in your breath, what has you moaning with need, and what makes your pussy clench so hard it weeps for my dick to take it hard and fast. We only get one first time, and I’m going to make the most of it.”
My eyes widened. Holy dirty talk.
This man was going to make me pass out from his words alone.
I let out a strangled gasp. “Yes, please.”
He chuckled at my eagerness. His fingertips ran a light path up and down my arms before he took one arm and kneaded it. When he reached my wrist, his lips replaced his hands and his tongue slowly licked across my palm.
Sweet baby Jesus.When had my hands become so sensitive?
He kissed my palm before continuing to my fingers, running his tongue over the tips before giving them a nip.
An uneven breath puffed out, and I bit my lower lip, hard. Did people orgasm from this alone? Because every nerve ending in my body was lit up like a roman candle, ready to explode.
When he moved to my other arm to do the same thing, I cried out in pleasure and annoyance.
“Something you need to say, darlin’?”
I’d always thought the word darling was old-fashioned, the least sexiest word in the world, but coming from his lips, it made me shake with need.
