Page 65 of Cold as Stone
“These need to come off,” he says, already starting to work them down my legs.
“Lee, we said?—”
“We said no sex,” he interrupts, pulling my leggings off completely and tossing them aside. “This isn’t sex.”
My underwear is next, black cotton that he removes with one swift jerk down my legs. And then I’m naked on my couch, Lee kneeling between my thighs, looking at me like I’m something holy.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands stroking up my thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Lee—”
“Shh.” His thumbs brush over my hip bones, making me shiver. “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
And then his mouth is on me. And my worldshatters.
Lee licks me like he’s starving and has finally allowed himself to feast. His tongue flicks over my clit in firm, devastating strokes, dragging a gasp from my lips before I can even think.
“Oh fuck,”I cry, hips jerking as pleasure ignites low in my belly.
He growls against me, the sound sending vibrations through every nerve ending. “You taste like sin, baby. I could die between these thighs.”
His grip tightens on my hips, holding me down as I writhe beneath him. One hand slides up to splay over my stomach, pinning me open,claimingme. I’m exposed, vulnerable. And I love it.
“Lee—oh my god!”
“That’s it,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue flat and slow before teasing my clit again. “Let me make you come.”
He circles my clit, then sucks—hard—and I arch off the couch with a strangled cry.
“Good girl.”
He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t let up. He flicks, sucks, licks, all in an effort to get me off. Every sound I make just urges him on, until I’m panting, begging, hips rolling helplessly under his tongue.
“Please,” I sob. “Please, Lee?—”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” His breath is hot, teasing. “Want me to lick some more? Want me to suck on this perfect little clit until you lose your fucking mind? Do you need some fingers to fill you up, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Yes—please, please.”
His fingers thrust inside me, slow and obscene, while his mouth presses perfectly to my clit. I can feel everything tightening, spiraling, winding higher?—
I’m shaking. Gasping.
Teetering.
“Come for me,” he commands. “Right fuckingnow.”
That’s all it takes.
The orgasm hits like a tidal wave—violent, endless, all-consuming. I cry out, legs trembling, hands fisting in the couch cushions as he continues to devour me.
Even as I twitch and whimper and try to breathe again, he’s licking up every drop.
I can’t speak. Can’tthink.
I’m boneless. Drenched.Ruined.
It’s not until I murmur a protest that he backs off, shifting to gently kiss my inner thigh and whisper praise against my flushed skin.
