Handle With Care (Shacking Up 5)

“I love touching you.” I drop my mouth to hers. “And kissing you.”

I don’t give her a chance to put her hands on me, though. Instead, I pull back with a grin. “I hope you’re ready, Wren. I’m about to make it feel like an apocalypse is taking over your body.”

She throws her head back and laughs, a deep throaty sound that turns into a sigh when I kiss my way down her neck. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“I’ve had weeks to create an elaborate fantasy, and I can’t wait to make every dirty thought I’ve had a reality.” I edge a knee between her thighs and kiss my way over her breasts, stopping to tongue her nipple.

“Oh God.” She arches and slides her fingers into my hair, so I do it again. When I get another moan from her, I decide I’m not in the big rush I was originally and settle myself between her thighs so I can spend a little time driving her as crazy as she’s made me since she came steamrolling into my life and started bossing me around.

I trail a path over her body until I can press a kiss above her slit, then look up at her. I don’t dive right in, and Wren doesn’t try to shove my face into her crotch, although based on her expression I’m pretty sure she’d like to. Her nipples are still wet from my mouth, and her chest heaves with each expectant breath.

I nuzzle into the juncture of her thigh, breathing her in.

Wren spreads her legs wider, some silent encouragement to keep going. And I plan to, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been this up close and personal with a woman, especially one as feisty as Wren, so I’m happy to hang out right here for a while.

I kiss the inside of her thigh and suck on the skin there, watching it blush pink. Then I go ahead a give it a little bite.

“Linc?”

“Mmm.” I move up an inch and nibble again.

She caresses my temple drawing my attention to her face. She’s propped up on one elbow, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, but lit up with mirth. “I think the spot you’re looking for is right here.” She taps her clit with a manicured nail and bites her lip, possibly to keep her grin contained.

I arch a brow. “I was making my way there. Am I not moving fast enough for you?”

“Just making sure. You said it had been a long time. I thought maybe you needed a refresher.”

I grin and slide my palms up her thighs, framing her sex with my hands. “Why don’t you show me what you like, Wren? What makes you feel good?”

“You know what would make me feel really good?” she murmurs.

“What’s that?”

She touches herself where she wants me. “Your tongue, right here.”

“Here?” I stroke over her fingers, tasting her for the first time.

“Right there,” she breathes.

“Again?”

“Yes, please.” Her eyes are locked on my mouth, as I caress her a second time and wait.

“And again.”

Wet stroke.

“And again.”

Long lick.

“And again and again and again,” she murmurs, hips rolling, eyes half-closed, lips parted, tongue sweeping across that infuriatingly red lipstick.

She threads her fingers through my hair. “Suck.” A half smile pulls at her lips, and she tightens her grip when my eyes flip up to hers. “Please.”

I push her fingers out of the way and cover her with my mouth, circling with my tongue before I give her the sweetest little nibble.

She gasps, and then I latch on, sucking hard, causing Wren’s hips to lift.

“Again?” I ask against her.

“Please, yes. And if you could keep it up until I come, that would be great.”

I chuckle, but do exactly as she asks. Wren is no passive recipient, and I imagine how amazing it would be to have her ride my face—something I plan on trying out another time because this definitely isn’t going to be a one-time deal. She grinds against my mouth, body bowing off the bed when the first orgasm hits.

She’s glorious when she comes, my name a hoarse cry tumbling from her lips. I have to say I’m pretty pleased with myself that I’ve already gotten her off, and just with my mouth. I won’t feel as bad if I don’t have the longevity I’d like.

A lazy grin breaks across her face as I crawl up her body. “That was exceptional.” She takes my face between her hands and bites my chin. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you without a beard.”

“Bite me after I’ve gone down on you?”

“I was referring to the biting part, but the orgasm-by-mouth part has definitely been high on the fantasy list.”

“I would really like to hear about that, in detail, later.”

“I can do that. It’ll be your reward after you practice your speech.”