Page 48 of A Not So Merry Rescue
He breaks the stare he has on my chest, bringing his gaze to mine. “Exquisite. Magnifique. Shall I keep going?”
His adoration for my breasts shouldn’t be a turn-on, but damn if my pride doesn’t swell. It’s one thing for me to think they’re nice boobs, but to hear him lavish this praise on them? It doesn’t hurt to hear. With no expectations for this, he could have done the minimal foreplay, and I would have been satisfied. Yet the way he’s taking his time, drawing it out, bestowing me with compliments? I could easily fall for him if I let myself get too carried away.
Good thing that’s not happening.
Temporary, I remind myself.
“My pussy’s feeling neglected.” The statement shoots from my mouth like a cannon, no thought into it at all.
He glances down, scooting the blanket out of the way. “Patience,” he croons before planting a kiss on the bow of my undies. “Your turn is coming.”
I didn’t expect him to be so . . . endearing in the bedroom. I expected demands, like the ones he’s been giving all day.
Even in the bedroom, this man is a conundrum.
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I don’t wantto rush this with Willa.
The connection we share is too strong, but I don’t want it to be over too fast. Much to the chagrin of my cock, how hard it is, how it aches to get inside her, I’m taking my time. Going slow. Worshipping the heck out of her lithe body. Enjoying every minute I get with her.
Not that I intend for this to be a “one and done” deal. No way.
But no matter how many times we come together, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough before she leaves and I never see her again.
Since when do I think like this? Who am I?
Will the real Beckett Nicholas please stand up?
My cock twitches, letting me know its stance on things.
With my mouth near her belly button, I trail my tongue up the center of her abdomen, dragging it along the outer edge of her left breast. Willa rewards me with the softest moans, the most adorable mewls. It spurs me on to continue.
First the left breast, then the right.
I take her pert nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
Willa’s fingers meet my back, the tips digging in, encouraging me.
I want to do so much to her, have her in all the ways, fill up all her holes until she’s fully sated.
And then I want to do it again.
And again.
Again, until she tells me it’s too much.
Never have I wanted so much from a woman. Never have I wanted to give so much to a woman.
I only pop off when I need a breather. Can’t have me wasting all my energy on her breasts. Not with so many other areas to explore.
And explore I will.
I already know what her mouth tastes like, but I can’t help dipping my head, swallowing her noises, if only for a quick taste.
And because there are better things to do with my mouth, I rip my lips away from hers before I’m ready.
