Page 108 of Denial
“Fuck, Firecracker. Look at your pretty tits.”
They’re small and sit high on her chest, capped with rosy pink nipples and darker, small areolas that are tight in the cool air. She has the perfect handful. The perfect mouthful. Just the sight of them rising with her nervous breaths sends sinful images through my head.
Her skin is smooth and tan, reflecting the years she spent living in the Southwest. The sun-kissed glow speaks to days outdoors. Below her rib cage, her waist narrows before gently widening at her hips, leading to what I know is a perfect pussy and a coarse triangle of hair I want to put my mouth on again. A distinct dark freckle resides beside her belly button, and fuck, even her belly button is cute.
“I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman.” Reaching out, I run the pad of my finger over her nipple, making her gasp. The point beads further under my touch. “But then you go and make sounds like that, and all I can think about is getting my mouth on you.”
Leaning over, I hover just above her nipple. My warm breath wafts across her bare skin. “Would you like that?”
Nearly imperceptibly, she arches. I surmise that those same fucking exes that told her she was a bad lay also refused to let her ask for what she wanted. And if she did ask, they probably made her feel like it was too much.
Nothing she could ask would ever be too much.
I brush my thumb over the taut tip. “Tell me, Alice. Ask me. Beg. I don’t care how you do it. I just want to hear you say what you want.”
“Use your mouth,” she says sweetly. Blood surges to my cock.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she breathes.
Keeping her wrists pinned, I hold her gaze and reach out the flat of my tongue, tracing it around her sensitive tip. Beside me, her stomach muscles hollow. Her shuddering breath breaks the quiet.
I repeat the motion, pressing harder before wrapping her nipple with my lips.
“Sutton.” She cloaks my name in a heavenly gasp, neck arching in the pillow behind her head.
“Yes, baby?”
“Keep doing that.”
“Like this?” I hold her gaze and pull her tit into my mouth, laving her nipple with my tongue.
She fights against my hold on her wrists. “I want to touch you.”
But I don’t give in. I feel her writhe against me as I switch to the other side. The heat of her pussy emanates against my thigh. “You can touch me when I’m done.”
She scissors her legs around my quads, her hips seeking friction. “You’re teasing me.”
“I suspect your fuck-ass exes didn’t show you this either, but, darlin’, this is just foreplay.” I bite down gently around her nipple.
Her grunt transforms into a drawn-out moan when I chase the sharp sting with my tongue. “I know what foreplay is.”
“Then you should also know this is necessary to make sure you’re wet and ready, because I’m not going to fuck you until you’re practically begging.”
Her breath stalls, echoing around the room.
“Don’t make me wait, Sunny. I’ve waited long enough.”
My eyes snap to her face, finding equal demand in her heated stare. She looks at me as if I’m the last drink of ice-cold water on a deserted beach. Her last slice of salvation before all is lost.
Nobody’s ever looked at me like that.
“You think you’re ready for me?”
She nods into the pillow, her long dark hair fanning out around her. “I’m ready.”
I thought maybe this would go slow and we’d take our time, but the way she’s looking at me has me ready to rip off the rest of our clothes and rut into her like a man possessed. It takes all my willpower to remain in control as I lift the duvet and curl my fingers around the elastic of her shorts, shimmying them off. They flutter over the edge of the bed.
