“Good. I want you to fucking crave me the way I’ve always craved you. You need to understand that there was never a time I didn’t feel this way.”
His large hands settle on my thighs before squeezing the flesh beneath. The tips of his fingers sink into me before his grip loosens and he slides them upward, grazing my hip bones before dancing across my ribcage until he can once again cup my breasts. He palms the warm flesh before stroking and tweaking the nipples. It doesn’t take long for them to turn achy.
We’ve barely begun, and this encounter already feels different. He takes his time to carefully stoke the flames of my desire and breathe life into what he alone has kindled inside me. With his hands cupping the outer sides of my breasts, he brings them together before leaning down and sucking one taut peak between his lips. He draws me deep into the warm confines of his mouth before allowing me to pop free so he can give the same ardent attention to the other side. My eyelids feather shut as I enjoy the feel of him tugging at the firm flesh. The metal of his lip ring grazes my skin, and a thousand shivers reverberate throughout my being. It’s such a foreign sensation and I love it. I have no idea how I’ll ever get enough.
He seems to realize the thoughts running rampant through my head.
His lips curve against my flesh as my fingers tunnel through his hair, raking across his scalp in an attempt to tug him closer. There’s so much unrestrained desire coursing through me. As he licks and sucks at one bud, his fingers toy with the other. I writhe helplessly beneath him, lost in a sea of sensation, as my thong floods with arousal.
Just when I don’t think I can stand another second of this sweet torture, he drifts along my body, kissing and nipping his way down the middle of my ribcage until he reaches my belly button. His progression is slow and steady, specifically designed to force me closer to the brink.
When his fingers hover over the elastic band of my panties, he glances up so that our gazes can collide. My body trembles with all the need I’ve spent years trying to tamp down. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of combustible energy rush through my veins, lighting me up from the inside out.
I’ve been turned on before, but it’s never been to this degree. It feels like a living, breathing entity that will consume me in one tasty gulp if I allow it to.
“How much do you want this?” The deep scrape of his voice has my belly hollowing out.
“So much.”
His gaze never falters as he presses a kiss against my lower abdomen. He’s so close to the part of me that’s crying for him…
“That’s not good enough. I want to hear you say the words.”
“Crosby,” I whimper, shifting impatiently beneath him, anxious for his touch. Already, I know it will be masterful. Commanding. And that’s exactly what I want.
What I need.
“Answer me.”
I groan and reach for the comforter, twisting my fingers into the soft fabric. “I want this—you—more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t touch me.”
Satisfaction flashes in his dark eyes. It’s not smug, like he’s just won a prize. More like relief that we’re on the same page. “I’m glad to hear that, because I refuse to take you unless you’re there with me all the way.”
His words send a burning arrow of lust straight to my core, where it bursts into a million little sparks of fire.
“I want you, Crosby.” My tongue darts out to moisten my lips as I force out the rest. “I want you to fuck me.”
A powerful concoction of heat and desire ignites in his eyes, eclipsing all other emotion.
He tugs the material down a few inches until the top of my slit is exposed. Cool air rushes over my delicate flesh as he presses a kiss against me.
Oh god.
The gentle pressure of his mouth is like heaven. There’s the barest press of metal against my pussy before it disappears.
“I’m going to take these off now.”
I nod, eager for him to strip me bare. In the past, getting naked with a guy for the first time was always shrouded in uncertainty and embarrassment. Bearing yourself to someone new requires a certain amount of trust and vulnerability. No matter how much I attempted to shove the negative thoughts from my head, I was always left holding my breath, wondering what they thought.
Did they like what they saw?
I don’t feel that way with Crosby. The questions and discomfort that usually clutter my mind are absent. I can tell by the flames crackling in his eyes that he’s turned on.