He did this while he kissed me, and he kissed me a long time, just his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his warm, strong hands gliding over my nightgown.
He’d never taken this much time with my mouth and I liked it.
There was something sweet about it.
Something beautiful.
His lips finally detached from mine to roam my neck, collarbone, chest, as one of his hands cupped a breast, thumb making lazy circles on my nipple. That sweet feeling intensified, and I shifted under him, my hands going under his T-shirt, pulling it up, his head and arms came with it, and I tugged it off.
Then his mouth was on mine again, our tongues dancing, his thumb doing nothing but those lazy circles, his hand hot on my breast, mine drifting across the skin of his back.
God, sweet.
I arched my back and moved my mouth from his, breathing, “Buck.”
“Want more of me, baby?” he whispered against my neck.
I pressed my breast deeper into his hand by arching my back again.
“Yes,” I whispered back unnecessarily.
His tongue glided along the length of my neck from shoulder to jaw before he shifted down my body. At the same time, he shoved my short nightie up so it bunched around my ribs. His hands left my ribs and went behind my knees, lifting and spreading them. Then his mouth was on me over my panties.
Oh God.
My back arched again, and with it went my neck, my fingers sliding in his hair.
I loved it when he did this to me. He liked the taste of me, and he didn’t mind me knowing it.
But usually, he was hungry.
Usually, he was insatiable, taking all I could give, taking it hard, fast, draining me.
This time, he didn’t.
This time, he savored, he played, he teased.
Torture.
Beautiful torture, all of it over my undies, and I liked it, but I wanted only him against me.
My fingers went from his hair to my panties and I pushed down. Buck rolled away. I lifted my legs, and he took over, tugging my undies off, tossing them aside, rolling back, his hands spreading my legs wide and his mouth returned.
There it was, the hunger, his tongue driving into me, his lips latching on and pulling deep.
“God,” I panted, lifting my hips in encouragement and plunging my fingers back into his hair. “Yes.”
It had already started, built up. Now, it was racing fast.
So fast, I didn’t have time to hold on.
So fast, all I could do was let go.
I did that.
My back left the bed, my neck arching so much the top of my head was in the pillow, my fingers fisted in his hair, my lips opened, and my moan was long and silent.
Silent or not, Buck knew he’d made me climax and I wasn’t done when his body covered mine and I felt him thrust inside me. His face went into my neck, his hand at the top of my head fisting in my hair, holding me still as he drove up, rocking my body with his thrusts. His hand went between us, his thumb hitting the spot and my body jerked as his touch and the driving power of our connection scored through me.
“Buck,” I breathed.
He ground himself inside of me.
“You love that,” he rumbled in my ear, his thumb rolling.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Buck ground in deeper. “Tell me how much you love it, baby.”
My arms had circled his shoulders, my legs the same with his hips, and I lifted mine to deepen our connection.
Buck’s thumb rolled again.
“God,” I breathed, my neck arching again.
“Tell me how much you love it, Clara.”
I twisted my neck and pressed my lips to his. “I love it, Buck, it’s the world as I want it to be.”
A groan reverberated up his throat, and his mouth left my ear and took mine as he started driving into me again, rolling with his thumb, too much, all of it exquisite. I couldn’t hold back, and I let go, my cries drowned by his mouth.
His thumb went away, his hand spanning my hip, yanking up as he kept his lips against mine and continued taking me, hard, deep, God, God…
“Buck,” I gasped, “I’m going to…again…”
I came again, my mew disappearing in his mouth, the grunts of his orgasm drowning it out.
He’d thrust through his climax and only stopped for moments before he moved again, slow, a gentle glide. He kissed me, thorough, wet, sweet, then he planted himself to the root, lifted his head and his hand in my hair slid down to the side of my face.
His thumb swept my cheekbone as he murmured, “Fuck yeah, baby.”
I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side.
His hand left my face and I felt his lips at my ear, “You let go, gorgeous.”
I didn’t respond.
“Liked it before, fuckin’ loved it. But now, Toots, fuck. Hot.”