Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

I stare down at him as he plants a kiss on my ankle.

He drags his lips up my calf with that same featherlight touch.

They brush the inside of my knee.

My thigh.

They go higher and higher and higher.

Until his fingers are curling into my thighs.

And he's so, so close to where he needs to be.

He digs the heels of his hands into my thighs, pinning me to the bed.

I look up for long enough to watch Dean plant his face between my legs.

He breathes warm air against my clit.

Then cold.

He does it again and again.

Until I'm dizzy.

He keeps a steady hold on my legs. Just enough pressure to keep me pinned. That I feel how in control he is.

I fall back on the bed as he brings his mouth to me.

His lips close around my labia. He sucks softly. Then harder. Then it's the soft scrape of his teeth.

He moves to the other side and does it again.

Again.

One hand finds his hair. The other goes to my sheets. Curls into the soft cotton fabric.

But that isn't enough to contain the anticipation coursing through my veins.

Nothing is enough to contain the anticipation coursing through my veins.

He licks me up and down. Slowly. Then faster.

Softly. Then harder.

His tongue plunges inside me.

I tug at his hair, pulling him closer. "Make me come." My hips shift of their own accord. "Please."

He pins me harder.

But he's merciful. He makes his way to my clit and licks me with steady stokes.

My eyelids press together.

My toes curl.

My nails dig into the sheets.