Page 142 of Playing (Inked Hearts 2)
I drag my lips up the inside of her calf. The inside of her thigh.
Her fingers curl into my hair. Her hips lift to meet me.
I pin her thighs to the bed and bring my lips to her. No teasing today. I need all of her. Her pleasure, her satisfaction, her trust.
She bucks against my lips as I lick her up and down.
She tastes so fucking good.
I focus on the spot where she needs me most and I flick my tongue against her.
She groans. "Walker." Her voice is needy. Breathless. Like she'll never get enough.
Fuck knows I won't.
I hold her in place as I lick her.
Her thighs shake.
Her groans fill the room.
Her nails dig into my shoulder, a desperate plea for more, for me, for everything.
I want everything.
I want to give her everything.
It's fucking weird.
But fucking amazing too.
I look up at her, watch pleasure spill over her expression, then I turn every bit on my attention to tasting her.
A few more flicks of my tongue and she's shuddering.
Shaking.
Tugging at my hair.
There.
She groans my name as she comes.
I lick her through her orgasm then I drag my lips up her pelvis, stomach, chest, neck.
She looks up at me with every bit of trust in the world.
I bring my lips to hers.
Her tongue slides into my mouth.
She tears the wrapper and slides the condom over my cock.
I lower my body onto hers.
She wraps her legs around my waist.
There.
