Sterling (Carolina Reapers 6)

“I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” I moved to the other breast so I could give it the same attention. Taking my time, I lingered until both of her nipples were swollen and sensitive before moving down the plane of her stomach.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I learned her curves with my hands and mouth, leaving none of her skin untouched. When I reached her white, lace thong, I hooked my fingers through the flimsy straps at her hips and looked up into her eyes.

She nodded and arched.

I dragged the scrap of fabric down those impossibly long legs, then began working my way back up, kneading and stroking the muscles of her calves, her knees, her thighs. I grazed over the sweet cleft of her pussy, but didn’t give her what she wanted until she was an undulating, panting mass of need.

“Jansen,” she pled, tugging on my hair.

“What do you want, baby?” I kissed her inner thigh and leaned hard into the bed, hoping my dick would get the not-so-subtle message that it wasn’t play time. Not yet.

“Get up here and touch me!” She tugged again.

“I like it right where I am.” I kept my eyes locked on hers as I spread her thighs wider, settling them over my shoulders. Then I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her pussy.

She cried out, her hips bucking. “Oh my God.”

“Eyes on me.” The command was soft, but she followed it. My tongue skimmed the opening of her pussy, and then I licked up to her clit, giving it a flick.

She gasped, rolling her hips.

“Feel that? It’s only going to get better,” I promised with another tongued circle around that tight little bud. “You taste so damned sweet, London.” Honey and citrus slid down my throat as I lapped at her.

“Jansen,” she moaned, her eyes sliding shut.

“Watch me, baby. Watch how much I love eating you.” I blew softly over her wet flesh, and she whimpered before doing exactly as I’d asked, her eyes finding mine. I gave her a long, hard lick in reward, then got down to working my girl into a frenzy.

I devoured her with the hunger of a starving man, licking and sucking at her clit before stabbing deep and fucking her with my tongue, her cries like music in my ears as she keened higher, her legs tightening against my back.

She was so tight I felt her constrict along my tongue, and I groaned as she rocked her hips, riding my face as I pushed her relentlessly toward the brink of orgasm. Her breaths came faster, her breath catching as her thighs trembled.

I rubbed my thumb over her clit and sent her reeling, screaming my name before she released my hair to muffle her cries with a fist. While the waves still rolling through her, her hips swiveling, I lifted my mouth to her clit and sank two fingers deep inside her.

She moaned, and I worked her toward a second orgasm, pumping deep and adding a third finger to make sure she was ready for me. London’s body was perfect, but she was small, tight, and the last thing I was going to do was hurt her.

“What are you doing to me?” Her head thrashed above me as her muscles coiled again.

“Did you want me to stop?” I offered, unable to crack a smile. My entire body was wound so fucking tight that snapping was a real possibility.

“Never,” she groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the covers.

I sucked her clit between my lips and lashed at it with my tongue. She came again, her back bowing off the bed. My fingers stroked her down easy, then withdrew from her slick heat.

It took all of thirty seconds to grab a condom from my bag and shed my clothes, and her arms were open, reaching for me as I hovered above her.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Absolutely.” She grabbed the condom from my hands and ripped it open, then looked down between us with wide eyes. “I’ve never—”

“Let me.” I took the thin plastic and rolled it on. “If you put your hands on me right now, it would be game over for this round.”

She smiled as I settled between her thighs, looping her arms around my neck. “Do I at least get a turn to touch you?”

“You can have as many turns as you want,” I offered as my cock nudged her entrance, but then a groan slipped from my lips at the sight and feel of her. She was flushed and pink and had the glow of a satisfied woman coupled with the hope in her eyes that there just might be more to come. My control was hanging by the barest of threads, but something she’d said tickled the back of my brain. “Are you okay like this? Am I too heavy on top of you?”