Page 52 of Reverb
She laughed. “Sensitive?”
Before he could answer, she nibbled the spot again, sending lightning into his veins and he bucked up against her.
“A little.” Came out raspy and breathless.
He stroked his fingers down her body again, finding the edge of her breasts and gliding a finger over the soft, warm skin there.
She let out a cry and twisted. Delicious. So he did it again. This time Mish grabbed his hands and pushed them up over his head. “Be a good boy, David.”
“Iambeing a good boy.” He smiled up at her. “I did say I wanted to worship you, after all.”
She kissed the tip of his nose. “Worship, notdistract. Hands on the headboard, David.”
He did as told, and she slid back down his body, kissing and nipping. Down his chest, stopping to kiss a nipple. It had been a fifty-fifty chance, but she’d found the more sensitive of the two, and he twisted on the sheets as she lavished attention on it and his pec. The wood of the headboard bit into his palm. “Fuck, baby. Please!”
“Getting there,” she murmured against his chest.
He couldfeelthe devil in her smile against his skin. God, he wasn’t going to survive this night. He’d barely had a chance to touch her. Not that he minded—but his brain and body were about to shatter into a million pieces.
Letting go once in a while was a good thing. He’d done it so rarely, he’d forgotten what it was like to be out of control of the situation and out of his mind with anticipation and desire. The wanting and needing and pleading. The way every piece of his skin, every nerve ached for Mish’s touch and how utterly turned on he could get from kisses and licks and fingers dancing over flesh. He tightened his grip on the headboard as Mish slid her mouth over his abs, to the juncture of his leg. She kissed each thigh, and blew a warm breath over his dick.
“Mish!” he hissed. Torture. Pure torture. It took all his will not to let go of the headboard and guide her mouth where he needed it to be.
“Want something, darling?”
“Your fucking mouth around my fucking—”
She sucked him down so suddenly, and everything became fire and light and breathless pleasure. He moaned against the tension coiling in his belly, back arching off the mattress. God, of course her mouth would be as talented atthisas it was at everything else. She eased off a little, swirling her tongue around his girth while humming into him. The vibrations sounded all the way up his bones to his fingertips digging into the wood of the headboard.
She teased and sucked and tongued him and yeah, that would get him off. Light danced in his vision. One of her hands was on his stomach, the other on his thigh, holding his leg. His breath came in harsh grunts, and oh god, he was so damn close he could taste the pleasure on his tongue, his body winding up and up, grunts becoming gasps as he sought air and the courage to say the words that were really fucking hard to say. Because he hadn’t been clear when she’d asked before.
He wanted more than just her mouth. “Mish!” That came out as a moan. He tried again. “I need you inside me.”
She hummed again, an agreeable sound that had his toes curling, then her fingers were sliding into his hole, stretching him, fucking him, and it was too damn much and exactly right. He didn’t care that his hands weren’t on wood anymore, but curled into Mish’s hair as he thrust and pleaded. His vision turned hot and white and every nerve fired at once as he came on her mouth and hand.
She let him down slowly, kissing his inner thigh. “Damn, boy. That was some ride.”
He smoothed his fingers through her hair. “Not over yet.” He gulped down air and stared at the ceiling, his heart slowing. God, he felt good. Liquid. Content. First time in...he didn’t know how long. “Just need to put my brain back in my head.” He tugged gently on her hair. “Come up here, please?”
She slid up him, and that was glorious and right, their legs entwined, the scent of sex hanging in the air. He kissed her, tasting himself, and deepened the kiss until she was the one squirming. When they came up for air, she brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. “I take it you approve.”
“Baby, I haven’t come like that in a while. Fuck yes, I approve.”
Mish smoothed a hand on his chest, and her smile was somehow sly and shy at the same time. “Glad I could help.”
“More than.” He closed his eyes. “You have no idea.”
She kissed him, then nuzzled against his chin. “I havesomeidea, David.” Humor there. That shifted to something more content. “God, I love your beard.”
“Some women find it annoying.” There’d been several who had told him that. But he loved how it looked on him, loved how he looked when he stared back in the mirror. A reminder in the morning of who he was. He wasn’t changing that for anyone. Too hard won.
Her fingers teased over his chin and up the side of his face to his ear. “Well, it takes all kinds, as my momma said. Their loss. And my gain.”
He shifted, surging up to kiss her and hold her beautiful face in his hands. “My gain, too.” Didn’t take long or all that much effort to roll until they’d switched places, David above and Mish underneath him. She laughed and arched her neck back and god, all he wanted to do was kiss her everywhere.
Well...notallhe wanted to do. But it was a good start.
She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders, and he pressed his lips to those on the way to her collarbone. Cupping her breasts and toying with her hard nipples had her squirming and gasping.
