Page 88 of The Promise Of Rain
“Oh, God,” I cried, my core clenching around nothing, aching for him to fill me even as he sent me spiraling into ecstasy until my legs gave out.
He eased me back down onto his lap and covered my mouth with his, forcing me to taste myself as aftershocks trembled through me.
I deepened the kiss.
“You like that, precious?You like to taste yourself on my mouth?”
“Yes,” I admitted roughly.Eyes closed, I could only feel and taste.
“You taste good, don’t you, baby?”he prodded, pulling my lip into his mouth and nipping it.
I nodded.“Now you,” I breathed, licking my essence off his chin.
“I don’t need—”
“I do,” I interrupted, my eyes flying open.“Give me you.Please.”
He turned his face to the side, the muscle in his jaw feathering.Ignoring my protests, he lifted me off his lap and set my feet on the floor before standing and moving in front of me.
“You want me?”he asked gruffly.
I nodded, raising my hands to his shoulders and going up on my toes to kiss his mouth.
He fisted the back of my hair and held me immobile.Mouth firm and unyielding, his lips met mine and his tongue delved inside.
Tasting.
Stroking.
Pulling me up to my toes as he took what he wanted.
And gave more.
“You sure you want to go further?”he gritted out, drawing back.
I smiled and repeated his words from before.“Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before in my life.”
Eyes hooding, he gave a short nod and stepped back.“Kneel.”
I dropped and tipped my chin up to face him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”His eyes, filled with heat and rampant with hunger, ran over my face.“Take my cock out.”
I tugged his boxers down his thighs.
“Did I say to take my boxers off?”
I startled, my eyes flying up to meet his.“No?”
His face softened.“Take them off.”
More cautiously now, I tugged them down his muscled thighs, moving slowly to await his instruction as my hungry gaze traveled over every perfect inch of him.
“Lick your palm.”
I tentatively swiped my tongue over my palm.
“More,” he demanded.“Make it wet.”
