Page 70 of So Wild

Knowing she was into him having the upper hand, Scott flipped them, pressing his hips between her legs and stroking her velvety skin. His head swam a little, and fearing he might accidentally head-butt her, he moved down her body, kissing and licking the lines of her tattoos.

“Like what you see?” she said above him, her hands smoothing through his hair.

“Yeah.” He brushed his lips across her navel. “I thought I couldn’t find you sexier, but I can. You blow my fucking mind.”

“Do you want me, Sanderson?”

She’d never called him by his last name before, but it was doing it for him, now. “I want you so badly, I can hardly think.”

“Prove it?”

Scott rose slightly, bringing his attention to her pert breasts. The vine tattoos wound their way around the swells, a delicate swirl contrasting against the pale skin. He traced it with his tongue and watched her shiver. “I love all your tattoos. They’re so sexy.”

“Seriously?”

“Fuck yeah, you’re like art wearing art.” He kissed his way along her ribs. “So pretty. So perfect.”

“Scott…”

He looked up. “Are you okay? We don’t have to do this. We can just cuddle or watch TV or anything you want.”

Sam’s forehead furrowed. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, then her fist tightened in his hair. “What I want is for you to show me how much you want me.”

Scott grinned. Now that, he could do.

He took his time working his way down Sam’s body, being careful not to tickle her skin as he kissed his way along it. When he got to her panties, a blood red thong, he was so hard, it hurt. She had no tattoos around her hips or thighs and when he raised his head to ask why, she pushed his face back to her again. “No distractions, Sanderson. I need it.”

He nipped at her thigh. “Bossy. I thought you liked it a little rough in the bedroom.”

“Not tonight. We’re not having sex, either. We’re just messing around a bit.”

There was a hardness in her voice. Was she doubting him? Determined to prove himself, he licked a path across one inner thigh and along another, tracing her over with his tongue. He could smell her, hot and womanly and it was making his mouth water. “That sounds delightful to me, Ms DaSilva.”

“Good. Now more, Sanderson, faster.” He could hear the impatience in her voice. He tugged her underwear, sliding it down her thighs. “Would you like me to…?”

“I think I’ll die if you don’t.”

Her pussy was lovely, wet and pink. He spread her folds, parting her with the most care he could, inhaling deeply, and savouring her. He breathed over her flesh, loving the way she shivered.

“I’m pretty sure if you do that long enough you’ll get my pussy drunk,” she said.

Scott laughed. “Does that mean I should stop?”

The hand in his hair tightened. “No. Show me what you’re made of, Galahad.”

He dragged his tongue through her folds and dipped it inside her.

“Oh my God, Scott!”

He set a fast fluttering pace that had her crying out in a way that would have made his sixteen-year-old-self black out. How many times had he imagined this? How impossible had it seemed? Scott raised his head. “You taste so fucking good, I want to do this forever.”

“So do it forever,” she moaned. “I’m so close, I’m already so close.”

Scott bent back to his task, still dizzy, still drunk but determined. He pressed his mouth around her clit and sucked. It wasn’t refined, he was rubbing his chin and cheeks against her as much as he was licking but from the sound and feel of her, she was coming, and coming hard. He could keep his mouth going like this. His cock was straining against his pants, but he knew he had no way of wielding the thing with any kind of finesse.

Leave it for later, he thought, as he licked.You can make love to her in the morning and it’ll be all softly-lit and romantic and then you can have a shower and go out for breakfast.

Sam was crying out. He was making her come, he could taste it, feel her pussy clamping around him. He kept going, pulling her clit into his mouth, pressing himself into her wetness. Her cries accelerated and her hands fisted his hair. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Scott I’m still coming.”

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