Page 118 of Sassy Love
I kiss her, hard. Hungry.
She breaks, letting me in.
I claim every part she lets me, and when she’s left breathless—as am I—I track my kisses down her neck, over her collarbones.
“This underwear is stunning, you’re stunning, but it’s coming off,” I rasp.
She arches her back, and I release the clasp. A heartbeat later, the bra hits the wall somewhere and drops to the floor. I brush my lips over one hard peak and then the other. My girl arches off the bed with a little whimper and a mewl when I clamp down around the delicious peak.
I have her writhing underneath me as I splay one hand over her ribs, holding my weight with the other. Her skin is so soft, the taste of her is intoxicating. I kiss and suckle my way over her belly. Hands dig into my hair as I descend lower and lower down her body, inch by fucking agonizing inch. My rock-hard cock presses into the mattress, only reminding me I’m nowhere near where I want to be.
But this is me showing her love.
Taking my damn time.
Because my gut tells me this moment is an important one, and over hell’s frozen balls am I screwing this up for her. For us.
“Laws, please,” she gasps.
I nip and kiss low on her belly, readjusting my knees to be inside her thighs. “Patience.”
She moans, and I swear she utters something that sounds like, “I don’t have any when it comes to your hands on me.”
Shuffling backward, I widen her thighs with my hands and track my finger up one creamy thigh, then the other, careful not to touch the sensitive places she is desperate for me to find. I get a protest in the shape of a huff when I take my sweet fucking time, tracking my thumb around her pretty little clit without touching it.
“LawsongoddamnRawlins, I swear.”
I huff a laugh, but who am I kidding, I’m as strung out as she is. I sweep my tongue through her center with one long, languid stroke, and her back flies off the bed, hands turning to fists in my hair.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers.
“Slow down, my girl. We’re taking our time.”
With a moan, she plants a kiss into my hair and lies back down. I send my tongue through her soaked pussy again, and fuck if my balls don’t tighten with her taste. I could survive the rest of my life just eating this gorgeous woman out. I’d never go hungry again.
With a suckle of her clit, I have her writhing on the bed, hands sliding down the covers, hunting for my hair again. Where they fucking belong. I swirl my tongue around her sensitive nub before pushing two fingers inside.
She gasps, hips bucking. “Fu-uck . . . Laws.”
I curl my fingers, biting down on her clit.
I’m rewarded with wave after wave as she tightens around my fingers, her body quaking with every single one. The pretty little whimpers tumbling from her parted lips are the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She rides my face and hand until her orgasm ebbs.
I look up, my mouth still on her sweet pussy when she rises off the bed, looking down at me. Fine fingers curl around my jaw, tugging me up toward her as she breathes, “More.”
Chapter 30
CARLIE
Iwant Lawson’s weight. I want his touch, his kisses. I want all of him.
God, it’s been how long—maybe never?—since a man has drowned me this way. I’m all out of air. I was the second he stepped through his bedroom door in the candlelight.
I want to . . .
I scramble over the bed to where he now stands after giving me a mind-blowing orgasm with his mouth, chest heaving, taking me in. And I climb this man like the damn tree he is.
I want him to feel this intense, ridiculously overwhelming feeling I have for him. I pepper his face in kisses, tracking them down his neck. His throat works as his hands slide underneath me.
