Page 107 of His to Have
Turning the faucet on, he positioned himself between my parted legs and grabbed a cloth, soaking it under the running water. He wrung it out before gently dabbing it against my cheek. Then he took my hand, carefully wiping away the flour that clung to my fingers.
“There,” he murmured, tossing the cloth into the sink after cleaning his own hands.
Slowly, he unfastened the first button on my blouse, his focus intense. He kept going, one button after another, until all thatremained between us was the deep purple lace of my bra. With one flick, he unclasped it, then slid the straps from my shoulders and tossed the fabric to the side.
My nipples were already tight, standing at attention. So sensitive that even the slightest touch made me shudder. So when his mouth finally landed on me, I arched into him with an involuntary gasp. He started slow, kissing the top of my cleavage, taking his time. Then he moved lower, his lips brushing over the sensitive peaks of my breasts. When the tip of his tongue circled one areola and his mouth closed over my nipple in soft, steady suckles, my breath hitched, and light whimpers followed.
His mouth was warm...wet... and greedy.
When he pulled back, his gaze was hungry as it roamed over me... slowly, starved, and full of passion. Two very intense hazel eyes moved from my collarbone, to my breast, to the curve of my waist. When they landed on my thighs I already knew what was coming. I was about to be his lunch, snack, and dinner.
“Lift up,” he tenderly demanded, his finger already unfastening the buttons of my pants.
Raising my hips, I allowed him to slide the fabric down my legs. He said nothing while undressing me, removing the denim pants I’d been wearing first, then the matching dark purple lace panties, leaving me completely exposed and naked to him.
He savored the moment, letting his hands glide along my calves attentively, before completely kneeling between my legs.
First, he kissed every bruise.
A kiss to my abs.
A kiss to the angry spot on my hipbone.
A kiss to the soft, tender skin just above my knee.
Then, finally a kiss to the only place untouched, the one part of me that I knew he would be worshipful. My pussy.
I let out a breathless pant the moment his tongue parted my lower lips, then circled my clit. Those same soft lips that caressed my skin earlier were now locked onto the most sensitive part of me, kissing, sucking, and tasting me with insanely deliberate motions, and precise pressure.
“Goodness.” A whimper slipped out along with another strangled moan.
I moved my hips to match his pace, feeding him my wetness. And he didn’t disappoint. His tongue was heavy, flattening when needed, other times fucking my center making it damn near impossible to keep my eyes open. Slow, deliberate laps to long sensual strokes and I almost came.
I tapped the top of his head pleading for mercy. “Teo, baby. It’s too much,” I gasped, feeling the familiar contracting of my stomach.
My pleading got me nowhere, just more persistence, as he suckled on my clit like a starved and malnourished man.
“Are you trying to make me love you more than I already do?” I whimpered. “Because it’s working.”
His response was to growl, insert two fingers and expertly massage the inside of my inner walls with a practiced ease, filling me slow, then fast. All while his tongue continue to lick, suck, and fuck me.
“Gahdamn it Teo. Shit, shit, shit.”
My thighs involuntarily clenched as this super intense sensation traveled from somewhere in the pit of my stomach to the pulsating thump between my legs.
I was going to cum.
I tried to close my legs around him — an attempt to control the pleasure, but the hold he had on me wouldn’t allow it. While his grip was gentle, he was also firm. I tried to scoot back, but there was nowhere to go. The only place I could move was through the wall or through the counter.
“You can’t cum yet,” he lifted stroking his already erect penis.
I hadn’t even seen him drop his pants but they were gone, pooling at his feet. I watched him place the tip of his thick head at my opening, then guided his pretty ass dick inside of my dripping wet pussy. His lids fell shut, and a soft grunt fell from his arousal covered lips that glistened with my essence.
“I’ll never let anyone touch you again,” he whispered, rocking into me tenderly, kissing me in between each thrust. “I promise.” He breathed, as his forehead pressed against mine, and my legs wrapped around his waist, and arms circled his neck.
“I know,” I said softly, my lips brushing against his lips.
“I love you so fucking much,” he told me in an equally soft tone.
