My knees shake, but I suck in a breath. She’s going to fucking kill me with need.
The dress is on the floor before she spins back around, her hands at her sides.
I take it all in. The swell of her breasts pressing against the delicate lace and the darkened circles visible beneath are what draw my eyes down. Her nipples are perked and aching to be bitten.
I slide my gaze lower to her stomach and the small triangle of lace that covers her mound. She’s smooth. I can see it under the sheer fabric.
“Is this what you saw in your fantasies?”
I have her up and in my arms, before I can form an answer. I tangle a hand in her hair, kissing her with abandon, not caring that our teeth crash into each other and I’m stumbling forward.
She wraps her legs around me, and I feel it. I fucking feel the need from inside of her. Pure heat is radiating from her skin.
I toss her onto her back on the couch.
A wince mars her perfect face. “That hurt.”
“I’ll kiss it all better,” I growl, dropping to my knees.
I slide the panties down, every inch stealing another breath from my lungs until she’s bare. Pink, wet, and perfect.
I lash my tongue against her tender flesh. “I need to taste you.”
With a push of her ass off the leather, she curls her hands in my hair and breathes out in a moan. “I need to come.”
Chapter 40
Bella
“Stop please,” I beg as I tug on his hair.
Pull. I’ve been yanking on Barrett’s head since my second orgasm. I’m barreling toward the third, and he won’t let me breathe.
My lungs feel like they’re collapsing within my chest. The room is spinning.
One of his fingers is inside me, hitting that spot that I knew existed in some faraway fantasy world. But I’m there now.
I’m close. So close.
I scream when it hits me. Tears well in my eyes not from anything but sheer pleasure. It’s that good. It’s been that good since he settled between my legs.
I thought it was a myth that men could be this good at oral sex.
His lips move from my core to my inner thigh. A trail of light kisses ends with a bite of the flesh on my hip. “Damn, Isabella.”
Damn is right.
How am I going to go back to mediocre men now?
“You enjoyed that,” he says as he straightens over me.
I answer with a nod of my chin even though he wasn’t asking.
“Again?” The question is punctuated with a brush of his finger against my already super sensitive clit. “I can eat you until morning.”
I shiver under his touch. “No. Please. It’s so much.”
Running the finger that just touched me over his bottom lip, he laughs. “That means you’re in no shape to be fucked?”