I have to stop kissing his neck to see what we’re doing. Hopefully he’ll take my hand and lead me upstairs.
He doesn’t. He grabs me under the ass and lifts me instead. Automatically wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold on as he carries me up the stairs to the bedroom. Sin deposits me none too gently on the mattress, spreads my legs so he can see my panties, then points his finger at me. “Stay here, just like this.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmur, playfully.
He shoots me a dark look that sends a thrill straight through me, then disappears from the bedroom. He’s only gone a minute, but I take the whole 60 seconds to fantasize about him. I hope I didn’t make him feel bad today spending time with Rafe, but boy, am I eager to make it up to him. When he comes back in, he’s drawing his T-shirt over his head and tossing it, revealing that gorgeous body for me to appreciate.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell him.
His eyebrows shoot up briefly, then he cracks a smile. “Beautiful?”
“Gorgeous. Handsome. You make my panties disintegrate simply by existing.”
His tone warms as he walks back over to the bed. “Oh yeah? Let’s see about that.” My legs are still spread for him since he told me to stay like this. He looks between my legs, then hooks his fingers in the sides of my panties and drags them off. “Hm, they haven’t disintegrated at all.”
I watch him toss them behind him. “Weird. I could have sworn I felt them melt right off. Maybe because you’re still wearing pants.”
Sin drops to his knees, braces his hands on each of my thighs, and leans his face between them. Without taking time to tease me this time, he latches his mouth onto my pussy, his tongue pushing inside me and sending the most glorious jolts of pleasure through my body. I close my eyes and reach above me, reveling in his generosity. The pleasure builds fast, since I’m already turned on. I can’t help grabbing a fistful of blankets and thrusting my head back against the mussed sheets. Sin’s tongue glides inside me like a channel he’s already familiar with. The way he touches me, the way he tastes me—everything he does makes me feel like I belong to him.
When his tongue teases my clit, the pleasure is so intense, I could almost come for him right then. I’ve never had someone bring me to orgasm as quickly as Sin can, but everything about him excites me. Just visualizing that beautiful, sensual mouth lapping at the most intimate part of my body causes my stomach to tighten, then he stabs my clit just the right way and my left leg jerks.
I clutch two fistfuls of bedding above me, writhing helplessly. “Oh, Sin. Oh, God.”
His fingers tighten on my thighs and he pulls my pussy against his face harder, his tongue wringing half-assed gasps and whimpers—just a string of pitiful noises out of me. Then I come for him, and I couldn’t care less what kind of noises I’m making. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I can still feel him between my legs, but he’s not prodding my oversensitive parts, he’s just kissing along my lips in the sweetest way.
God, I love that.
Sated at least for the moment, I sigh with contentment. I love every second that we spend like this. I love being here in this bed with him. I want him closer, but he already seems to know that. Now that he’s done eating me out, he climbs on the bed beside me. Without delay, I turn and curl up against him, as close as I can get.
“That was wonderful. Thank you,” I murmur.
“My pleasure,” he assures me, lightly caressing my arm with his thumb as he holds me.
As my limbs begin to feel capable of supporting my weight again, I let my hand drift down between his legs so I can rub him. He’s already hard, so I unbutton and unzip his slacks, sliding my hand down the front and wrapping my fingers around his cock.
“My turn to play,” I murmur, kissing my way along his muscled chest, then circling his nipple with my tongue.
Sin closes his eyes for a moment while I work him, then he opens them and his eyes lock on me. I love when he watches me. I want to know what he’s thinking right now, but I know he won’t tell me if I ask.
I want to dive into him and swim around until I know all his secrets. I feel like I can see so much looking at him, but logically I know there’s still so much I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like anything matters outside this bubble, like I just want to forget that life exists outside of Sin’s house and build upon what we have here. I want him to possess me completely, to obliterate everything that came before him and consume me so he’s all that comes next.
It’s almost scary. It would be scary if I didn’t feel so securely attached to him, like he’s my rock. The need to express gratitude hits me hard and I release him so I can climb off the bed just long enough to tug off his pants and underwear. I need his cock in my mouth. I need to worship him and let him know how much I crave him.
Sin crawls back toward the middle of the bed so I have more room to work, and I sink between his legs. I grip his hard cock in one hand and kiss it, gently at first, and then with more fervor. I want him to feel how much I crave him, how much I adore this beautiful instrument. Stroking him close to the base, I stick my tongue out and drag it along his generous length. I lick it again beneath, then the other side, then I flatten my tongue and cover as much of his cock with it as I can.
“Fuck, Laurel.”
Satisfaction flows through me and I smile up at him, gripping his cock firmly and tugging it up and down. “You like that, baby?”
Sin nods, watching me. I feel relieved that he accepted my endearment, then express my gratitude by opening my mouth and taking the tip inside so I can I play with it. God, I love to play with him. A guttural noise rumbles from his throat and my heart soars. I want to please him more, so I take him deeper.
Sin wants some control now, so he reaches down and gathers my hair in a pony tail, wrapping it around his scarred fist and guiding my mouth over his cock. He must want my throat, because once I get a good rhythm going, he shoves his whole length to the back of my throat and holds me there while I struggle to take it. My muscles relax and I manage, then I position my tongue under him so that when he pulls my head back, my tongue caresses him.
“Mm, yes, you know I like that.”
And he knows I like when he holds onto my hair and brutally fucks my throat. Or, if he doesn’t know it, I certainly do. Even though he just got me off, I start to get turned on again as he uses my mouth for his pleasure, and when he comes, my pussy clenches like I’m the one being pleasured.
I try to pull back, but he holds my head still. “Nope, you get every last drop.”