Page 89 of Because of Blake
His mouth leaves my breast and makes its way down my stomach. Stopping at my panties, he runs his tongue along the waistband. He takes it between his teeth, snapping it against my skin. “This material is pretty thin, huh?”
“Mhm,” I hum, barely audible as his fingers are still inside me, working their magic.
“I want to try something. Can I, Maggie?”
I don’t respond. More like, Ican’trespond.
His fingers inch in deeper and he repeats, “Can I?”
I moan and nod as fast as I can.
He chuckles and slides his fingers out of me. I open my mouth to protest when he grips my thighs and pulls my legs over his shoulders. His mouth dives onto my lacy panties. They’re so thin, I can feel his tongue working through them, and once again, I’m a puddle of desire.
As his tongue lavishes me though the lace, his hands run up my sides and find my breasts. He rubs his palms over my hardened nipples, tweaking them between his fingers.
“Blake,” I whisper.
He groans, not relinquishing my clit from his frenzied tongue.
“Blake,” I repeat, slightly louder.
His growl rumbles through me and his tongue works even faster. I’m right on the edge, when he stops.
I groan and tip my head forward to glare at him.
His face is full of mischief as he places his fingers on the lace, massaging the very spot he was just licking. “I want you to come in your panties, Maggie.” His eyes flash with darkened arousal, sending a thrill through me. “And I want to hear you. As loud as you can be. Can you do that?”
I nod vehemently, watching Blake smirk and return his mouth to my panties. I don’t know what is so hot about him telling me to come, but I love it. Hearing him say the words is almost enough to push me over the edge. Almost.
I lose myself in the moment. Feeling Blake’s tongue on my clit, his beard scratching my inner thighs, knowing he wants me to soak my underwear for him, and his hands all over my breasts. It’s wonderful. Nothing like I’ve ever imagined. I’m moaning and groaning, bucking my hips against his mouth. I don’t even know who I am right now, but I like it.
He squeezes my breasts and kisses my clit. “Louder, Maggie,” he growls.
I grab a handful of his hair and say his name. I repeat it over and over again, breathless at first, but growing louder with each passing moment until I’m screaming it. As the crest of pleasure breaks and I shudder, Blake’s hand leaves my breasts and grabs my hips, keeping me against his mouth. When I’m finally done, he rises up and slides my panties off, admiring them as they hang off his finger in the air. “Can I take these home? I want to put them on display.”
I kick at him, but I’m so lost in bliss, it’s barely even a nudge.
With a chuckle, he drops the panties and gently pushes my legs apart, which I allow without a fight. Not that I’d ever fight him, but I wouldn’t be able to right now if I wanted.
He removes his boxers and crawls over me. Lifting me up a bit, he undoes my bra and flings it across the room. Within moments, he’s inside me, moving as expertly as he did with his tongue and fingers. Only this is better, because it’s him. All of him.
His rock-hard length fills me in a way I can’t describe. Mostly because I’m such a puddle of orgasmic pleasure right now, my brain can’t form coherent thoughts. But, also because Blake is more than a big, hard cock. So much more and I’m glad to call him mine.
Pumping harder into me, he kisses me in every place his mouth can reach. I grip his shoulders and arch my back to press my chest to his. He latches his lips onto my neck as my nipples graze his skin, and his thrusts pick up speed. His head bends down to nip at my collarbone, and I lean up to put my lips to his ear.
I whisper, “Make me come again.”
That’s all he needs to hear. His movements change in all the right ways. It’s almost like he feels what I need, where I need it and when, and soon I’m tightening around him as I scream his name again. He holds out long enough for me to finish before ending on a few quick thrusts and a shudder as his head falls onto my shoulder.
We lie here for several seconds, drinking each other in, and it’s perfect.
Blake slides himself out of me and leans over to grab some tissues off the end table to clean me up, then disappears into the bathroom.
I curl up onto the couch feeling like I’ve won the lottery. How did I get so lucky to find a man who not only knows what I need, but wants to give it to me? And he happens to be absolutely gorgeous.
Everything about Blake is wonderful, and it’s time I start giving back to him. Starting now, I’m going to make more time for us. More kid-free time, more nights together, more uninterrupted Blake and Maggie togetherness.
Chapter twenty-seven