Together they’d remember what it could be like to just feel.
He cupped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter. “Legs on my shoulders,” he murmured as he knelt between her thighs. He inhaled the hint of raw need, the subtly sweet fragrance that was all Kylie. His mouth watered as she did as he’d asked and scooted even closer. He bent his head and kissed her satiny inner thigh, closing his eyes against her bruise. His lips swept reverently over her skin until she made the same yearning sound she had before.
“Please.” She widened her legs even farther. “I never took you for a tease.”
“Not teasing.” Hell no, he wasn’t. He fully planned to deliver. He tasted the crease between her leg and her pussy, swallowing the salt of her sweat and her intoxicating flavor. That second taste of her was his undoing.
After sliding his fingers through her small thatch of curls, he moved lower and pinched her flesh tight between his fingers, drawing the swollen lips into a narrow slit. Her wetness seeped out, tantalizing him. He took in the heady sight for a moment before lowering his head to lick, running just the tip of his tongue, then just the edge of his tongue ring, along the pouty seam of her pussy. She let out a startled cry, her hands clamping on his head to direct his movements.
“Oh God.” That she seemed to be mindlessly chanting the phrase under her breath made him smile even in the midst of savoring her. “Put your tongue all the way in me. Please.”
He pushed his tongue a little deeper inside, still holding her lips closed. He rotated the tip of his tongue slightly, drinking down her excitement. He’d never get enough. She rocked her hips and dug her nails into his scalp, begging him, but he continued his onslaught. He wanted her sopping. He wanted her to scream. And most of all, he wanted her to know exactly whose mouth had her, and that he was the only man who could make her feel like this.
This time when morning came, she wouldn’t walk away so easily.
“Yes, yes.” She ground against his face, spreading her arousal across his greedy mouth. “Oh, I want to come.”
“Almost as much as I want you to.” Her petulant tone made him grin, at least until her tugs on his scalp sent an arrow of heat straight down his back and into his aching balls. “Fuck, keep that up, and I will too.”
Playfully, she pulled harder while her heels rubbed into his back in an oddly sensual massage. He slipped his tongue deeper, sliding on her abundant wetness, and her hips rolled forward, offering him full access. Unable to hold back any longer, he plunged his tongue all the way in and relished her raw moans, knowing she had to be loving the feeling of the slick little nub on his tongue as much as he loved exploring her.
Nuzzling, nibbling, sucking, he used every bit of technique he had to make her come. The bathroom filled with the sounds of their joint pants, their mingled groans. His cock pulsed in warning, but he didn’t stop. He’d waited way too long for this.
Her toes dug into his back. “God, I’m almost—”
“I know.”
He pressed on her clit, and she cried out, her inner walls convulsing around his tongue. Wild spasms racked her body, pulling him into her pleasure. Watching her, swallowing the proof of her desire, satisfied him in a way he hadn’t experienced in so long.
When she finally sagged against the counter, her body limp, he gripped the pearlized handle of the cabinet and pulled himself to his feet. His shirt stuck to his skin, damp with sweat. Maybe he’d need that shower after all, especially since Kylie’s eyelids drooped so low her baby blues were barely visible.
“You okay?” He slid his hand around to the back of her neck and gave her a slow, simmering kiss.
“Oh yeah. So okay I just want to sleep.” Her laughter became a sigh as they separated. “God, you do that so much better than any man I’ve ever been with.”
“It’s the ring.”
“Well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” She laughed again. “But no, it’s you.”
“You’re my sexy muse.” Her hand wrapped around him again, except this time she peeled down his shorts first. Her bare palm against his cock felt like she was provoking a volcano, and dammit, he was about to erupt. “What’re you doing?” he asked, though it was pretty damn obvious. “We don’t have to do this tonight.”
“You’re beautiful.” She jerked him hard in her hand, kissing him so his groans spilled into her mouth. “This’ll be quick. I’m not at full speed yet.” She tugged again, her other hand reaching between his thighs to cup his painfully tight balls. “But I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
He didn’t want to come in her hand like an inexperienced teenager, but her brisk, abrupt movements made reasoning with himself a lost cause. Every time her thumb swirled over his slit, his knees trembled, and sweat trickled down the small of his back. “I’m not going to last.”
“That’s kinda the point.” Her tongue wound around his, an erotic corkscrew, while her hands worked him as roughly as he’d always wished a woman would touch him. “Let go, Justin.”
He didn’t need any more coaxing. As his orgasm roared through him, he gripped the counter, helpless to hold back his shudders. His gaze locked on his cock spurting onto her creamy thighs, on her delicate fingers spreading his release into her belly. “Just the way I like it,” she murmured, sucking two wet fingers into her mouth.
The groan that burst from his throat hurt his chest. She was so fucking dirty, so unbelievably sexy. “Take pity on me.”
“I didn’t blow you, did I?” She gave him a wicked grin. “But I intend to take complete advantage of you later.” She hopped off the counter and tossed him a flirty smile over her s
houlder that almost covered her wince. He knew she had to be hurting big-time, but she was working damn hard not to let it show. “I’m a naughty girl, much as I try to turn it off.”
“Why would you do that?”
A furrow appeared between her brows. “Sometimes things go too far.”