Page 39 of A Dark Fall
“Mmm, I could get used to making you come,” he whispers against my breast, the feel of his light stubble on the sensitive skin making it tingle and throb.
I smile down at him, my fingers tracing back and forth across the dark shapes of the tattoos on his shoulders. “I could too,” I whisper.
He grins and kisses a trail across my breasts and down to my belly, where he makes gorgeous little groaning noises.
“Let me see you again,” he says.
For a moment, I wonder what he means, but then he kisses the top of my left thigh and I understand. I open my legs for him. Have I ever been this brazen in my life?
He doesn’t touch me; he just looks at the most intimate part of me with his mouth slightly open.“I like that my mouth has been here now, and that I made you come with it,” he says, leaning forward to kiss me where I came.
The desire to have him inside me is torture. Why is he torturing me? He’s being too gentle, like a feather, when I need a riding crop.
“Did you think about it?” he asks, glancing up. “About me inside you?” His voice is low and sexy.
Biting my lip, I nod, and he smiles from the corner of his mouth. It’s so bloody sexy. Everything he says and does is so bloody sexy. When he dips his finger inside me, I gasp quietly, and he makes a soft growling noise, watching my face intently.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you,” is what I say—all I can say—breath turning shallow as he adds another finger and moves them deliciously. “Please, Jake.” With a look, I show him where I need him, and a wicked smile spreads across his face.
“I need you ready for me,” he whispers, leaning down to lick at my clitoris ever so softly. My back arches up off the bed into his mouth.
Ready for him? Is he blind? Deaf?
When he slides another finger inside me, I almost break apart. It’s not nearly enough, but it’s better than two, and it fulfills some of the need throbbing between my legs. Not enough. But it’s something at least. When I spread my legs open for him to move his hand easier, I hear him murmur in appreciation. He moves up my body again, finding my mouth, while his fingers move in me, and he dips his tongue between my lips in the same rhythm.
“Fuck, baby, I want to be in every part of you,” he says against my lips as his fingers spread me wider while he fucks me with them. It’s good.Sogood.
Suddenly, I realize how selfish I’ve been. I’ve barely touched him. Which is bizarre, because all I’ve wanted to do since I set eyes on him is touch and kiss and taste him. I move to put my hand between his legs, wrapping my grip around his velvety-smooth hardness.
“Alex, don’t,” he groans, jerking away from my touch.
He doesn’t want me to touch him?
“I can’t touch you?” I frown up at him.
“Yes. Fuck. Of course you can. It’s just ... I’m struggling a bit here. If you touch my cock right now ...” He shakes his head. “No fucking chance.” He leans down to kiss me again, fiercer this time, teeth scraping my lip.
“Jake, I’m going to ...” I moan as I move against his fingers, urging them on.
He breaks away from my mouth to look at me, his face a picture of gorgeous enthrallment. “Look at me when you come, baby, yeah? Look at me when I make you come.”
He seems to sense my climax a moment later and separates our mouths to lift his head and watch as the heat crashes up and outward. I dig my fingers into his back as wave after wave of hot, numbing pleasure washes over me. Our eyes stay locked until my body slows and the white heat of my climax ebbs away.
I feel soft and warm and totally spent—and he hasn’t even made love to me yet.
As I lie there with my eyes closed, enjoying the soft buzz that’s settled on the surface of my body, I feel him looking at me. I can feel the heat of his eyes on me. Normally, I’d feel self-conscious in this kind of situation with a new lover. Not that I’ve had many new lovers, but lying here scattered, pleasured, and spread open would normally make me vulnerable. Nothing is normal with him though. Nothing about being with him feels even remotely normal.
It all feels extraordinary. If I’d known for a second it would feel like this, I would never have fought it. Never. Every woman deserves to feel like I feel in this moment: totally desired, completely satisfied, and alight with the anticipation of what’s still to come.
His weight shifts, and he presses a gentle kiss to my lips before leaving my body space. When I open my eyes and see him move to the nightstand, I have the overwhelming desire to touch him somewhere, and so I reach up to scratch my nails gently down his back, which glistens with a light sweat. He turns around and gives me a look filled with so much want my body feels needy again.
Have I ever come twice and been ready so quickly for a third?No, but then I’ve never been looked at likethatby him before.
“Hmm,” he says, quirking an eyebrow at me. “Why are you still not naked? You have me at a disadvantage here.” He smirks. I hear the foil rip and see his hands move between his legs.
“I’m almost naked.”