Page 6 of Passing Ships

His fingers tangle almost painfully in my hair as he gets closer.

“I’m going to come,” he warns.

His breath quickens. Then, he groans my name when I feel his body stiffen, and his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow, savoring every drop.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.”

His gravelly voice washes over me, and I look up to see his navy eyes concentrated on me as I kneel at his feet.

His expression is raw, and it makes my chest clench.

He’s beautiful.

He reaches down and urges me up to the couch and onto my back, where I watch as he kicks his pants to the side and yanks his shirt over his head.

He cradles the side of my face before he plants a quick kiss on my lips.

“Your turn,” he says, grabbing the hem of my dress, and I lean up so he can pull it up and over my head.

I make quick work of taking off my underwear, and he tosses it into the pile with his clothes.

His navy eyes rake over me—from the top of my head to the tips of my toes—and warmth floods my already-overheated body and pools in my belly.

Joining me, he settles his powerful body between my open thighs and brings his mouth to mine again to kiss me deep, slowly building a desperate need inside me.

Breaking the kiss, I gasp as I arch up into him.

“So needy,” he says into the skin at my neck. “Relax. I’ll give you what you want.”

“And what do I want?”

He bears up and grins down at me. “Someone to put you in your place.”

“And where is that exactly?” I ask.

“Right here,” he growls and starts to kiss his way down my body. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of skin until I’m a whimpering mess.

When he reaches my thighs, he presses them apart and finds me wet and ready for him.

He slides his fingertip across me and then brings it to his lips and sucks.

Desire slithers down my spine as I watch him.

Finally, he spreads me open with his fingers, and his tongue starts to explore my hot flesh.

I moan his name as soon as his mouth wraps around me, and when he nips at my clit with his teeth, my hips jump in his grip.

Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure twists and knots inside of me as he inserts a finger into me, curling it in and out.

He takes his time, using his mouth, tongue, and hands to drive me wild.

I pant and writhe as he decreases the pressure, teasing me just as I am about to fall over the edge.

I sink my fingers into his hair and hold him where I want him, raising my hips to meet his tongue until I am shaking beneath him.

He lifts his head. “Easy there, tiger. You’re going to pluck me bald,” he says.

“Less talking, more licking,” I demand.