Page 61 of Last First Kiss
“Patience,” I murmur against her, my breath washingover her slick skin, making her shudder and her breath hitch as my lips ghost over her clit. Her hands fist the sheets, her body strung tight with need, and she parts her legs slightly wider, desperate for more.
I press a kiss beside her center, then another, working in slow, torturous circles. I feel the tension build in her thighs, the way her breath stutters, and I smile against her. I’ve never wanted someone this badly, and teasing her is testing as much my patience as hers, but I can’t help wanting to extend this moment forever. To have Alejandra like this for hours.
When I finally part her with my tongue, it’s slow. One long stroke that pulls a sharp, broken moan from Alejandra’s lips. Her hips jerk, like her body’s been waiting for this, begging for it, and now that I’ve given in, she doesn’t know what to do with the flood of sensations.
I drag my tongue from her entrance up to her clit, savoring every slick, trembling inch of her. The taste of her is intoxicating, heady, and impossibly sweet.
She gasps, one hand tangling in the sheets, the other fisting in my hair. Her thighs quiver around my shoulders, and I feel it—how close she already is, how sensitive.
I dip my tongue into her, chasing the taste of her. Alejandra’s arousal coats my mouth, and I groan low in my throat, devouring her like I’ve hungered for this forever, because I have. I’ve wanted this for so long, I already know this is my new obsession. I already can’t get enough. I want to drink her in completely, to devour every part of her like she’s the only thing I’ll ever crave.
I press my tongue in deeper and she cries out again, louder this time, her back arching off the bed as if her body’s trying to reach more of me, take more, feel more.
“Fuck,” Alejandra whispers as I close my lips aroundher clit and suck lightly. She moans my name, her hips rolling helplessly beneath the weight of my hold. Her thighs tremble in my arms, her whole body tightening under me, but I pull back, just enough to make her whine.
“Don’t do this,” she pleads, frustrated, and I can’t help a grin from spreading across my lips.
I dip my head again, giving her a single, firm lick that makes her gasp, but before she can grind against me, I pull away again, letting my breath ghost over her instead of my tongue.
“Please,” she begs, voice breaking. “I need you.”
I glance up, meeting her eyes as I speak. “I’ve wanted you for a while,” I murmur, too turned on to care about how it sounds or how big a confession it is. “Let me enjoy you,” I say as I give her another slow stroke, curling my tongue over her clit.
She moans, the sound wrecked and beautiful. Her thighs tense in my arms, her body trembling. I smile against her, silent and cruel, savoring the delicious torment.
I press kisses below her clit, so close she can feel the heat of my mouth, then, when her breath is ragged and her thighs are trembling, I stop.
She sobs, torn between pleasure and denial, her body writhing. I keep her steady, arms tight around her thighs, completely in control. When she finally whimpers my name, desperate and undone, I whisper, “Come for me.” Right before I draw her in again, deeper, harder. I give her everything, my tongue, my mouth, my moan against her dripping heat, relentless, consuming. I groan against her, helpless under the way she’s coming undone for me.
She throws her head back with a cry, grinding into me, her hands buried in my hair, moaning loudly, and the sound she makes reverberates straight through me. It pulses lowand deep, syncing with the ache coiling in my core. Every flick of my tongue over her sends shockwaves through my body, tightening, building, every single nerve ending alight.
Arousal curls deep in me as my tongue laps over her. My own orgasm unfurls out of nowhere, as if her pleasure has become mine. I moan into her as I come, shuddering, tongue still moving as she writhes beneath me.
We fall apart together, me with my mouth on her, her with her hands in my hair, both of us shaking, soaked for each other.
I’ve never come like that before. Never from giving, and I’ve never come so fucking hard in my life, period.
I don’t move, guiding Alejandra back down from her orgasm, kissing the inside of her thigh as her body settles. When her breath evens out, I work my way up, settling beside her, lightly tracing my fingers up and down her ribcage.
She burrows into my arms, her lips trailing to the side of my neck. The heat of her kiss sparks through me again, igniting a rush. If this is what her kisses do to me every time, then there’s no way we’re ever leaving this bed.
“Your mouth is perfect,” she moans.
“Is it?” I tease, licking the hollow of her neck, where her pulse is still fluttering, fast and uneven. “Want to find out what else it can do?” I kiss her neck softly at first, then with more intent, letting my lips part against her skin. She gasps, arching slightly beneath me, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
“I do, but don’t think I can handle another.”
“I bet you can,” I reply, licking slowly up to the edge of her jaw.
She exhales sharply. “You’re not playing fair,” she says, but her voice is breathy, wanting.
“I’m not playing at all.”
Her hand finds the back of my neck, pulling me in tighter, but her body is still trembling, sensitive, and overstimulated. Maybe she can’t handle another one right now. I press another kiss to her throat, gentler this time, and pull back enough to look at her.
“You can have all the time you need,” I whisper, lying beside her, lips still brushing her skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, but once I can move my legs again, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” she whispers, leaning in close, her lips brushing my ear, and the sensation sends a shiver down my spine.
