Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"Ruff. Ruff."

What? I stare back at him.

"That's barking."

I laugh. "You know what I mean."

"I do." He nips at my inner thigh. "Would you like to come on my face?"

"You're teasing me, aren't you?"

He laughs. "Yeah. You're fun to tease." His voice drops. "I'll have to see how fun."

He tugs at the straps of my thong then slides the garment to my ankles.

"I mean it, Iris." He brings his hands to my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed. "You're gonna have to drag me away."

I try to find a response, but I don't have anything. I want it. Him. Everything.

He plants a kiss on the inside of my knee.

I pull my blouse over my head and toss it aside.

Then the bra.

My breath hitches as he drags his lips up my thigh.

Fuck. I'm already buzzing with anticipation.

"Lie back," he mumbles into my thigh. It's softer, but it's still demanding. Needy.

Like he really is desperate to dive between my legs.

I fall onto my back.

Slowly, he brings his mouth to me.

My hand goes to his dark, wavy hair. It's the perfect length for grabbing.

He pins my legs to the bed as he licks me from bottom to top then top to bottom.

He's takes his time.

Like he's savoring it.

Like he—

Fuck.

He flicks his tongue against my clit.

My legs fight his hands.

He pins me harder. He pries my thighs apart. Keeps them pressed against the edge of the bed.

It's strange, feeling this vulnerable with some guy I barely know.

Good.