Page 65 of Never Date A Player
I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed to feel him. I want Lewis in every way. I’ve never wanted to do this—have never done it before—but I want to now.
I circle him with my mouth.
His head drops back on a groan, his eyes darting quickly up, as if he can’t miss anything, not even to feel. “Genevieve.” His voice is a gruff whisper, shooting a spark deep in my belly.
By instinct, I lick him from the base up, holding him and wrapping my mouth around the head, sucking. I’m in uncharted territory, but so far so good. He smells like a hint of pine even down here, mixed with laundry detergent and that distinctly masculine scent I associate with Lewis.
He’s panting, his thighs like granite beneath my arms. “Is this okay?” I ask.
A garbled word more like a pleasure moan escapes his mouth.
I’ll take that as a yes.
I squeeze the thick base and fill my mouth with him, popping him out a few seconds later to inspect his thick, silky head, because suddenly, it’s the most fascinating thing I’ve ever seen, when before I used to not look.
I love the way Lewis’s skin feels against my lips. I run my mouth down his length, my chin hitting the zipper of his pants. Which reminds me—I want to see the rest of him. But I’m not finished here. Maybe if I’m quick with the disrobing?
I sit back and jerk his pants to his ankles when he lifts for me.
Lewis sits up more quickly than he seemed capable of doing a second ago and slips my T-shirt off, pausing to unhook and discard my bra too.
I’m standing at the edge of the bed now, determinedly untying his shoes to get the dang pants the rest of the way off, when he shoves my sweats over my hips, his hands palming the insides of my thighs.
My mind blanks.
His large hands are millimeters from the throbbing pulse between my legs. He slides them up and around my ass, pulling me closer and kissing me slowly and sensually, one arm wrapped tight around my back. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”
“Yeah,” I say breathily.
He chuckles. “Your shoes?”
I glance at the heels I’m still wearing. With sweatpants—the baggy material gaping above my ankles.
It’s an attractive look.
“Here—” He shifts me until I’m sitting across one of his legs, and lifts my calf, unbuckling the strap for me.
Why are his masculine hands unfastening the dainty buckles of my heels such a turn-on? I slide my palm up and down the erection that’s caressing my hip, calling to me.
His breathing picks up along with the speed of his fingers on the straps. I feel a tug and a jerk and then both shoes go flying across the room and he’s leaning me back onto the mattress, lying over me, this time fully naked because he’s kicked off the rest of his clothes, and God, he feels good.
I moan and he kisses my mouth, one hand running over my breast, down the length of my side, my stomach. His lips follow the trail, kissing my belly button, my hip. His hands and shoulders spread my knees apart and he palms my ass, lifting?—
“Wait.” I try to sit up, but I can’t really, because my ass is in the air with his head between my legs.
He kisses the crease at the top of my thigh. “Yes?” His tongue darts out and he licks me there.
“Unggh. I’m not”—Wow, that feels…—“comfortable with this?” My words are a hesitant whisper.
I never used to be comfortable with oral sex. Used to all but jerk a guy’s face up when they went anywhere near that region, but now?
Now it seems like an excellent idea.
He parts me and dips his tongue, circling and finding the spot that’s been hot and throbbing because of him. His talented fingers join the mix and that’s it.
He’s down there for all of thirty seconds before I’m screaming, and I mean screaming and gasping, and then he’s crawling up my body, covering my mouth with his. Lewis plants his hips between my legs, his length rubbing the spot he just seduced the hell out of, and then he’s rocking into me, slow and melodic—setting the whole I’m-going-to-explode back into motion.
I grab his ass and hold on, because suddenly a second orgasm sounds like a fantastic idea.
