Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1)

With his fingers on the front clasp of my bra, he looked up at me. “You don’t have to keep up tonight, sweetheart.”

A flick of his wrist, and the lace covering me fell open, exposing my breasts.

“Jesus,” he whispered.

The air that wafted over my flesh was warm, but left tingles in its wake. The governor of New York was on his knees before me, staring like a man on the brink of devouring his last meal. Heat raced through my veins like freshly lit sparklers. Every cell was flooded with an achy desperation.

But as the moment lengthened, and he continued to simply stare, that tingle turned into a b

uzz of unease and anticipation. Did he like what he saw? Dislike? I wasn’t tall or overly thin. I took care of myself, but no matter how hard I exercised, my breasts, hips, and backside had always been on the large side.

I unwove my fingers from his hair and went to cover myself.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “You can hold on to either me or the chair, but you’re not covering up.”

He gripped my sides, his palms heavy against my ribcage, and lifted me so that my back arched, pushing my breasts out farther. My hands flew to the armrests for balance. With his eyes on mine, he leaned in and slowly sucked my right nipple into his mouth.

I groaned, digging my fingernails into the chair.

“Fucking incredible,” he grated.

He circled his tongue around my breast, leaving a trail of goose bumps before taking the peak between his lips again. This time, he sucked hard.

“Oh!” I flinched from the odd sensation that was a mix of pleasure and pain. So much intensity stung, but I didn’t want him to stop.

Maintaining his hold and keeping me positioned like an offering, he moved to the other breast. All I could do was throw my head back, and let him sample whatever he wanted, however he wanted.

“Do you like this, Amy?” He slowly licked around my nipple, softly flicking the sensitive skin until my breasts felt heavy and achy. The gentle teases made my need smolder hotter, demanding more.

“Or do you like this?” He bit the tip, causing my hips to jolt out, ramming against his hard cock.

He didn’t let up, instead pulling more of my breast into his mouth and sucking so hard, an orgasm threatened to unleash from just the promptings of his wicked mouth.

“That! I like that,” I moaned to the ceiling.

Keeping his mouth on me, he threw my skirt up to my hips and tugged at my panties. I rose enough so that he could slide them down my legs and off. His fingers instantly circled my opening, and my hips moved to meet him, begging for deeper contact.

“Want more?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He plunged a finger inside and I cried out.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he grated between laves of my nipple.

He withdrew, then ran the same finger over my clit, moistening it with my own cream. He did this again and again, delving inside only to retreat and tease, until my entire core was drenched.

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was until just now,” he said, releasing my breast and staring between my spread thighs.

Gripping the backs of my knees, he placed my legs over the armrests of the chair and bent down. I was spread to him, more vulnerable than I’d ever been. The first slide of his tongue against my hot flesh nearly made me explode.

“Mmm, better than my imagination.” In one long stroke, he tasted the entire length of me. Then without warning, he thrust his stiffened tongue inside.

“Oh, God!” I moaned.

Keeping my legs where they were, I wove my fingers into his hair again and pulled. He growled and tongued my clit so fast and hard it felt like a vibrator. “Yes, Roman. Right…there…”

He devoured the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending my body higher and higher, reaching for the pleasure that was so close. When he thrust two fingers inside, I was shoved over the edge.