Page 40 of For Your Eyes Only
Hesitation is in her voice, and I fight to grab the reins on my raging libido. It’s too soon, I know. We’ve only seen each other a few times, only had dinner once. Straightening, I press my fist against the wall, panting like I’ve run a marathon.
“I’m sorry.” My voice is rough. “I wasn’t trying to pressure you.”
“You didn’t.” Her voice is equally breathless. “I want this, it’s just…”
“It’s too soon.”
“No, I mean, I suppose it is, but it’s more than that.” Dark eyes flicker over my shoulder, scanning the space around us.
Is that what’s worrying her? “We’re pretty hidden here.”
“It’s not that.” Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I’m not very experienced with things like this.”
Bending my elbow, I place my forearm on the wall, bringing our faces closer together.
“They say practice makes perfect.” I smile, gauging her response. “Unless you’d rather not.”
She blinks quickly, still with that adorable flush on her cheeks. My eyes lower, and her succulent breasts rise and fall with her pants in a way that’s unfairly tempting.
“I'm familiar with the concept of practice.” My eyes flash to hers, and her full lips are parted. “What did you have in mind?”
“So many things, sweet Gia.” Leaning closer, I trace my nose along the shell of her ear. “I wonder if every part of you is as delicious as your sweet mouth.”
Turning my face, I capture her lips again, pulling them with mine before parting them, sliding my tongue with hers, tasting her hunger, coaxing another broken whimper from her throat.
Her slender hands still grip the front of my coat, and her gasp sounds like a beg. “One way to find out.”
With a glance over my shoulder, I drop to one knee in front of her, placing my hand on her calf before sliding it lightly up the inside of her leg, lifting her dress.
“Your skin is so soft.” Tilting my head, I look up to her face.
Her dark eyes are hooded as she watches me, her breasts press seductively against the strapless top faster as my hand rises higher. When I reach the apex of her thighs, she gasps.
“Oh, God.” Her fingers clutch my shoulder, and she presses her other hand against her flat stomach.
“Still with me?” She nods quickly, and a lock of dark hair falls across her cheek. It makes me chuckle. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
My index finger is against her pussy, and I move my hand back and forth against it, between her legs, circling her clit with my thumb.
“So wet already.” I reach down to unfasten my belt so I can ease the pressure on my throbbing dick. “Let me see you, juicy little peach.”
Pulling the tiny scrap of lace to the side, her body is completely bare.Did she prep for me?I lift her leg over my shoulder, as I pull her thong out of the way. She has the softest skin. As I draw closer, I scent her light musk, the faintest hint of the ocean. My mouth waters, and I drag my tongue up the seam of her pussy, swirling it forcefully around her clit.
“Oh, fuck…” Her body jerks, and I do it again, pleased that she’s so responsive.
She’s right on the edge, and I can sense the blood humming in her veins. We’re electric.
Moving my lips to the crease of her thigh, I kiss her leg, tracing higher to her belly, and she squirms, exhaling soft moans.
“It feels so good,” she whimpers.
“Such a sensitive girl.” I move my hand so I can tease her opening with my thumb before returning to finish what I’ve started.
My mouth is on her pussy again, my beard scraping her soft skin as I lick, suck, devour. At the same time, I taunt her, inserting my thumb and pumping in and out, mimicking the movements of my cock as her juices coat my hand.
“Oh, God… oh, God… that’s it…” Her hand moves from my shoulder, driving into my hair.
Her response is so intense, I want to make her scream.