Page 171 of Love Me Stalk Me
She's so sensitive.
So fucking responsive.
It's destroying my self-control, the way her body reacts to every touch, every stroke, every squeeze. And when her hands start to roam, when her fingers skim down my stomach, reaching for me, I lose my mind completely. She slides them up my chest, teasing along the hem of my shirt. She pulls back slightly, breath heavy, fingers tugging at the fabric.
"Is this okay?" she whispers.
I nod.
She pulls my shirt off. Her fingers trail across my tattoos, like she's tracing a map. Her touch sends fire through my veins, every nerve lighting up under her delicate fingers.
She swallows. "I've always wanted to...lick them."
I drop my forehead against the crook of her neck, groaning.
"Fuck, Izzy." My voice is strained, ragged. "You say shit like that, you're gonna make me come."
She pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dancing with amusement.
"What if I want to make you come?" she teases.
I grit my teeth. I could ruin her right now. Could bend her over, spread her open, take her the way I know she's desperate for. Instead, I drag my mouth along the curve of her jaw, biting back anothergroan.
"Yes," I murmur, "I have no doubts." I hold back the fact that she's already made me come so many times before. To the idea of her in my mind, to the sound of her moans on the phone.
I lift my head, tilting her chin back so she's looking directly into my eyes.
"But, I'm not done exploring every inch of you."
A soft gasp escapes her, chest rising unevenly, her eyes glossy with need.
"Well, there's...a lot of inches to explore."
A self-deprecating little joke.
Not. Fucking. Happening.
My fingers squeeze around her cheeks, not hard, but forcing her eyes to stay locked on mine.
"You're mine now. And I'm not going to let you put yourself down like that." I release my grip and brush my thumb along her lower lip, watching as she shivers. "I'll remind you, Izzy, over and over, of just how beautiful you are. Every single day, for as long as it takes."
Her breath stutters, and then I dive back in, kissing her deep, kneading her breasts, completely fucking lost in her.
Her hand travels lower, fingers curling around the outline of my cock, kneading me through my pants. I groan, deep in my chest, my hips twitching slightly into her touch.
Fuck, she's so eager.
Her confidence builds, her hand slipping higher, tracing the waistband of my pants, teasing beneath the fabric. She's about to go further, and it takes every last shred of willpower I have to stop her. I reach down, gently but firmly catching her wrist. Her brows furrow and her lips part slightly. Her eyes lift to mine, and I immediately know what she's thinking.
She thinks she did something wrong; thinks that I don't want this.
She couldn't be more wrong.
I lean in, brushing my lips over her cheek, whispering against her skin, "You first."
She exhales, shaky, uncertain. "What?"
I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me, and to make sure she sees the truth written all over my face. "Because I've been waiting," I tell her, my voice thick with restraint.
