Page 23 of Against the Clock

“Here?” he asks, stroking lightly along my neck.

I shake my head, trembling, trembling with need.

“Here?” he repeats, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger.

“No,” I moan, arching into the touch.

“Mmm, I like that, though,” he says, that wicked half-smile firmly in place.

I’m going to die if he doesn’t give me what I need soon. “Please touch me,” I say, absolutely out of my mind.

“You want me to touch your pussy, Kelsey? Then say it. Tell me what you want.”

I moan again, Daniel’s dirty talk taking me even higher.

“Please, yes, I want that.”

He moves off me, then tugs me closer to the edge of the bed.

“I want you to lick me.”

“Is that right? You want me to taste this?” He throws my quaking legs over his shoulders, pulling me towards him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.

“Yes,” I say. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he says approvingly, and his mouth closes over my underwear, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. “Lift your hips,” he growls, and the feel of his voice, of his lips and stubble through the thin cotton, is obscenely erotic.

My fingers curl into the comforter, every single cell of my body fixated on the way he’s licking me, sucking me, through the fabric. The press of it against my most sensitive parts doesn’t detract from the feeling at all, adding another layer of friction.

“Can’t fucking get enough,” he says, and he pulls my underwear to the side.

When the wet heat of his tongue meets my clit, I half-jump off the bed, so freaking close I’m about to come out of my skin.

“You taste so good, Kelsey.”

“Daniel,” I say on an exhale, losing all control and starting to grind my hips against his mouth, building, building towards release.

“Good girl, that’s right,” he says, and his voice is full of ferocious pride. He slips a finger inside me and I cry out, clenching around it. His tongue circles, again and again, his finger, now two, pumping in and out of me slowly, so slowly, still not enough.

I’m making wordless noises, beyond caring about anything other than what he’s doing, anything other than the pleasure, so fucking close now.

When he finally sucks my clit, the orgasm tears through me, leaving me shaking in earnest, limp and feeling like I’m floating all at once.

Daniel grins at me from between my legs, then stands up, hooking his arms around me and placing me further back on the bed.

“Wow,” I say stupidly.

“You know,” he says, tugging my underwear off, wet and unusable when he drops them on the floor, “I don’t think we got the bed messy enough.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. He leans over me, his big body pressing against my bare breasts, pressing a kiss against my lips. It tastes like me, and the reminder of what he just did makes me hot all over again.

“Are you done yet, Kelsey? You’re still shaking.”

“Take your pants off,” I tell him, not caring about the consequences. Not caring about anything other than having more of him. More of this moment, where nothing exists but making each other feel good.

Grinning at me, he complies. “You know, you’re a lot less bossy when my mouth’s on you. Maybe I should make a habit of it.”

“A habit, huh?”