Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Nip at her inner thigh until she's panting.

Move to her other leg and do it again.

She tugs at my hair. Rocks her hips. Begs for more with her groans.

I hold her in place as I lick her up and down. I do it softly. Slowly. So I can savor the taste of her.

Fuck, the way she writhes against me—

It's magic.

I drag my fingertips up her stomach. Over her breast. Around her nipple.

I toy with her tender bud as I lick her up and down.

Again and again.

Until her nails are digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

Enough teasing.

I need her coming on my face.

I plant a soft, slow lick on her clit.

Her toes curl.

I try faster. Harder. Up. Down. Right. Left. Every fucking combination until I get it.

There.

A gasp falls off her lips.

One hand tugs at my hair. The other claws at my shoulder. "Dean…"

"Louder."

She groans my name again. She groans my name like it's her favorite thing in the whole fucking universe.

I lick her just how she needs me.

Toy with her just how she needs me.

Her brow knits. Her eyelids press together. Her hand knots in my hair.

She's there. At the edge.

A few more flicks of my tongue, and she tumbles over it. She pulses against my lips, groaning my name as she comes.

I hold her in place. Suck on the soft skin of her inner thigh for just long enough for her to catch her breath.

Then I bring my mouth back to her.

No teasing this time.

I wind her up.

Pleasure spills over her expression.