Love You Better (Better Love 1)

“Can I take off your bra?” he asks against my mouth.

“Take off your pants first,” I force out, trying my darndest to be seductive but likely just coming off as lecherous and desperate. Oh well. His responding chuckle vibrates through my body and goes straight to my already throbbing clit.

I watch with rapt attention as he stands from the bed, that infuriating smirk that turns me molten on his lips. I’m a quivering mess of raw desire and he’s over there exuding confidence and cocky sex appeal. He’s a god, and I am a lustful supplicant worshiping at his altar. Ugh, and I’m not even mad about it.

I raise up on my knees and set my gaze on his big hands as his dexterous fingers unfasten the button on his jeans. Slowly, painfully slowly, he drags the jeans down his powerful legs. Then he’s standing before me in a pair of grey boxer briefs, his erection, long and thick, outlined scandalously against his muscular left thigh.

I’m gawking.

I can’t pry my eyes off his lower half, and when I bite my lip, his groan is tortured and sinful. I flick my eyes back to his and raise a brow, daring him to keep going. His eyes burn, and as he moves to take off his boxer briefs, I reach up and unhook my bra. Both articles of clothing fall at the same time, his hard length jutting forward proudly as my nipples pucker even more from the cool air.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, almost to himself, and I reach my hands out, beckoning him to me.

His erection bobs with each step, and when he is within reach, I grip his shoulders and pull him on top of me. His lips close over mine for one deep, sensuous kiss, and then move down my jaw and to my neck. He sucks hard on the tender flesh there, then laves his tongue over the hurt. His teeth graze over my collarbone, nipping and scraping, and then move once more to my breasts.

Kelley sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, assaulting it with his tongue and teeth while teasing and tweaking the other with his fingers. Then he releases my nipple from his mouth and moves to suck on the other. I’m kind of impressed by his determination to pay them equal amounts of attention, and I would giggle if I weren’t so worked up.

When he starts moving his mouth down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button, I start to squirm with anticipation. Just the idea of that tantalizing, talented tongue on my most sensitive parts has me teetering on the edge of sanity. After he slips his fingers under the band of my leggings, he makes eye contact with me in silent question, seeking permission.

He’s perfect. How did I not see it sooner?

My heart melts, and my voice is shaking with both need and admiration when I answer him.

“Please, Kelley,” I whisper desperately, and he pulls my leggings down, taking my panties with them.

“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy,” he says as he drags his fingers over me, through me. “God it’s even better than I imagined. Pink and perfect and fucking glistening.”

He slowly brings his eyes to mine, as if dragging them away from the view between my legs is painful.

“Who made you wet, Ivy? Who did this to you?”

“You did.”

“Say it again,” he growls, his eyes back on the apex of my thighs.

“You did, Kelley. You made me wet.”

My voice is a strained whine, and he moans when he lowers his body and licks me from top to bottom.

“I want to lick this pussy till you come all over my face.” He slips one finger inside, and when I clench around him, his groan is deep and husky. “You gonna let me tongue fuck this pussy, baby?”

Holy dirty talk.

His naughty words make me clench harder around his slowly thrusting finger. I never would have guessed strait-laced Kelley Pierce, the guy who reads books with my twelve-year-old brother and teaches social studies to middle school students who think of him as a hero, would have such a filthy mouth. It’s the best surprise. I freaking love it.

He slips a second finger in and I cry out. “Yes, Kelley! Please.”

He wastes no time descending upon me. His hands spread me wide, so I am completely and utterly exposed, and he flattens his tongue against me and licks me slowly from end to end before closing his mouth around my clit and sucking. My entire body shudders, and he hums his appreciation against me. The erotic sensation shoots straight up my spine, and I thread my fingers through his hair so I can pull him closer.

“Up and down,” I force out, and he immediately obeys, flicking his tongue rapidly against my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of me. It feels amazing. It’s never felt this good before, and soon I’m rolling my hips against his face, pressing into him, riding his tongue and fingers.

He moves his arms to my thighs and spreads me wider, then slips his tongue into me and begins rubbing up and down on my clit with his thumb. The sensation ricochets through me, tensing all of my muscles, curling my toes.

“I’m going to come, Kell,” I cry. “Oh fuck, Kelley, I’m going to come.”

And he stops.

I snap up onto my elbows to find him staring at me from between my legs. The sight is erotic but infuriating. His face is surprised, and his grin is elated with boyish glee.