Breathe You In (Sweet Torment 1)

He looked like he was about to back away. Probably revoice his previous notion that this wasn’t as planned. I knew that being exposed this way was obviously outside of his comfort zone. But he’d pushed me beyond mine and only left me wanting more. It was time I did the same for him.

He said my name in that way that was a half question, half plea.

“I wasn’t asking your permission,” I said. I gripped the hem of his pants and looked up at him with my best sexy smile. “Unless you want me to stop? Get up and leave?”

“No,” he said roughly.

I gave a quick kiss on his bellybutton. “Good, because I’ve thought about this…” I slowly pulled down his bottoms just enough to free the tip of his hard cock. “Thought about taking you with my mouth…”

I pulled down another inch, then another, exposing more of his hard, smooth shaft.

“Jesus, Amy,” he growled.

“I know you like my perceived innocence.”

He shook his head. “There’s nothing perceived about it. It’s a fact.” He stroked the underside of my chin with his fingertips.

“But the fact is, I want you.” I gave a final tug and his bottoms fell to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked. “And I want you to see all of me.”

He stepped from his discarded clothes and I simply stared. With his jutting erection right in front of me, I realized I’d never seen a man this up close and personal before.

Every experience before Roman had been clinical, awkward, and honestly, I’d kept my eyes closed most of the time. Not now. Not with him. From day one, he’d brought passions out in me that I hadn’t known I could feel. There was too much I wanted to experience. And I wanted him right there with me, learning from me as I did from him.

“Wow,” I said again. Thick and long. Velvety, yet strong as steel. Keeping my gaze locked on him, I bit my lip and ran my palms up his thighs.

“You’re torturing me,” he whispered. “Staring at me like that, licking that sweet mouth.” His cock twitched, pulsing even harder.

I smiled up at him. “Just looking my fill.”

Keeping my ey

es on his, I leaned in and ran my tongue along the head. He hissed, and his fingers dove into my hair. Not pushing or pulling, just tangling. I licked the underside then sucked on the crown briefly, watching his reaction.

His chest tightened and his jaw clenched. He must’ve liked that. So I tried to go deeper.

“Fuck, Amy,” he muttered, pushing his hips out to meet me, slowly burying himself in my mouth, inch by amazing inch. And I loved every taste, every sensation. I couldn’t take him all the way, so I wrapped my fist around the base and pumped.

“That’s so good, sweetheart.” His fingers wove more tightly into my hair, and I loved the tremble in his strong hands, as if he was finally giving up some of that control. Even though I was the one on my knees, I felt powerful. I could give him this kind of pleasure. I could help him let go.

I moved my mouth up and down, sheathing him over and over between my lips. Sucking hard while flicking my tongue against the head. If possible, he grew even harder, so I did that again and again until he was rocking on his feet, meeting my mouth with gentle thrusts.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come.”

I worked faster, wanting to take him all the way. Show him I could handle anything he could give me.

“Pull back,” he grated. I didn’t. Instead I bore down, taking him as deeply as I could. He didn’t fight me, just kept his hold on my head as his release overtook him. “Ah, God!”

I took everything he gave. Drinking him down and feeling more alive, more needed, more desired, than I ever had in my life.

He was breathing hard when I drew away. Slowly unraveling my hair from his grip, he looked down at me. Cupping my shoulders, he sank to his knees.

“You can’t ever just do what I think you will, can you?” he said, and kissed me hard.

“I like to keep you guessing,” I said against his mouth.

In one quick move, he pushed me to my back, spread my knees with his hands, and drove his tongue into my core.

“Oh, God!” My hips flew up to meet him.