Page 89 of Hard Rock Fling
He withdrew his fingers. I moaned in disappointment.
"I want you to come on my tongue."
I nearly came from those words alone.
He unzipped the back of my dress, letting it fall to the floor. A quick snap of fingers and my bra followed. He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down as he knelt before me on the floor. I stepped out of them and he sent them flying. Spreading my legs wider, he leaned forward until he was inches away from me, until I could feel his warm breath on me.
He buried his face between my thighs and placed a soft kiss right above my clit. My stomach muscles clenched. He slowly dragged his tongue up between my folds. He was slow, but deliberate, licking me in just the right places, in just the right way. He continued like that, licking up and down. He knew exactly what to do to make me tremble, to make me moan. But still it wasn't enough. He wasn't paying attention to where I needed him the most.
I ground against him, rocking back and forth. He stilled me with his hands on my hips, slowing my movements, making me accept his slow pace. I whined and tugged at his hair. He let out a deep chuckle, but didn't speed up. He continued his slow, leisurely exploration of my folds.
Eventually he had enough of licking. He spread my folds with his thumbs and delved inside me as deep as he could go, dipping his tongue in and out. My legs shook as I clung to him, barely able to keep standing. The onslaught continued, repeating the motion over and over, until I was nearly mad with pleasure.
He retreated from my entrance, licking another line up my slit. Finally, his tongue reached my clit. Using the tip of his tongue he circled it, teasing and playing, until I was a panting, squirming mess. Grasping at his soft hair, I pulled him closer.
With no warning, he sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out and tightened my grip in his hair, urging him on. That deft tongue licked and stroked, that talented mouth sucked and caressed at length. I bucked my hips, but he wouldn't go any faster, wouldn't give in to my demands to speed up.
His hands traveled up my body. He reached my nipples. Using a thumb and forefinger he tweaked them, pinching lightly. The sensation sent pleasure straight to my core. My insides throbbed and pulsed, the ache almost enough to send me over the edge.
"Ian…" I choked out his name, unable to form words, unable to plead for more.
He understood what I needed.
He slipped two fingers into me and crooked them forward, hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode across my vision. I inhaled sharply, throat closing up, not able to make a single sound as I reached my peak. My limbs trembled with the force of it. Only the grip of his hand on my hip and my hands clinging to his shoulders kept me upright.
He continued licking and sucking, easing me through it, until it was almost painful.
"S-stop. Stop." I gasped, pulling at his hair. "It's too much."
He stood, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
His hard length dug into my hip. He still wore his shirt and jeans. My mouth almost watered, knowing what was hidden beneath that dark denim.
"You're overdressed," I told him.
With one quick motion he flung his shirt over his head. Small indentations on his shoulders revealed where my nails has bitten into his skin, even through his thin t-shirt.
I ran my hands up and down, enjoying the warmth of those firm muscles under my fingers. I pressed a soft kiss to the center of his chest. That familiar spicy scent, something utterly masculine, made my head swim.
I wanted more of that scent. I wanted to surround myself with it. I wanted to taste it on my tongue.
I reached for the zipper on his pants. I slowly unzipped it and I lowered myself to the ground in front of him. My eyes met his as I pulled him out. His eyes burned with an inner fire as I took him in my hand.
"You gonna wrap those sweet lips around me?"
I let out a shuddering breath as I nodded.
His fingers sifted through the strands of my hair, pushing it back from my face. I leaned forward and sucked the tip into my mouth. He groaned softly, the grip in my hair tightening. I swirled my tongue around the tip, enjoying the taste of him. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. The vibrations went through his cock. He let out a choked sound.
"Do that again," he demanded.
I did, moaning around his cock, wanton and adoring. He groaned, sounding almost overwhelmed. I slid him further into my mouth, moaning the entire way. I made a firm circle with my lips, letting the head pop in and out, sucking on the withdrawal and licking as he slid back in.
He tugged on my hair, pulling me closer. I bobbed my head forward, taking more of him, until he reached the back of my mouth. I almost gagged, but suppressed it. He cursed again.
"Can you take me deeper, sweetness?" His voice held a hint of dark lust. "Can you take me all the way down?"
I met his eyes, my mouth still full of his cock. I nodded once. I closed my eyes again and slid down his stiff length, my lips wet and slick, making for an easy passage. Easy, until he reached my throat. I stopped short.
