Page 94 of The Clinch
I laugh and drag her top over her head.
Her breasts spill out. They’re perfect—small but full, her nipples dark and already hard, begging for my mouth. I groan, my palms finding them, squeezing gently, rolling them between my fingers. She whimpers, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Leo—”
I dip my head, taking one tight peak into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it before I suck hard. She cries out, herarms flying to my head, holding me there as I work her, my teeth grazing, my lips sealing around her nipple as I pull back just enough to make her ache. Her other breast gets the same treatment, my free hand kneading, pinching, driving her wild.
“More. Please.”
I take my time. Learn the curve of her hip, the place at her throat that makes her gasp. The way she responds when I kiss down her collarbone.
She’s impatient. Pulling me closer. Nails scraping down my back.
“Easy,” I murmur. “We have time.”
“I don’t want easy.” Her voice breaks. “I need you.”
I groan against her skin, kiss my way down her stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel, teasing the little silver ring there before I pull down her zipper and hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down her legs, taking her underwear with them. She lifts her hips to help me, and then she’s bare, spread out before me, her thighs glistening with arousal.
“Christ, Liz.”
She doesn’t answer, just watches me with dark, hungry eyes as I settle between her legs, my palms sliding up her thighs, pushing them apart. The scent of her is intoxicating—musky, sweet, hers—and I groan, my mouth watering as I dip my head, my tongue dragging through her folds in one long, slow lick.
The first taste of her destroys me. She jerks, hands flying to my hair, hips rocking up. I devour her, my fingers sliding inside her, curling just right to hit that spot that makes her moan. She’s so fucking ready, slick, her walls clenching around me as I fuck her with my tongue, my mouth never leaving her clit.
She moans, her thighs trembling around my head, her hips rocking up.
“Leo, I’m gonna?—”
“Do it,” I growl against her, my voice vibrating through her. “Come on my tongue, Flash. Let me hear you.”
She shatters with a cry, her back arching off the bed, her thighs locking around my head as her walls pulse around me, her release soaking my chin, my lips. I don’t stop, licking her through it, greedily drawing out every last shudder, every gasp, until she’s boneless beneath me, her chest heaving.
I look up at her, skin flushed, eyes half lidded. “You good?” I ask, voice rough.
She lets out a breathless laugh. “Fuck you.”
I grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “We’re getting there.”
She reaches for me, pulling me up, her lips crashing against mine. She tastes herself on my tongue, moaning, kissing me deeper, fumbling with my shorts.
“Condom,” I manage. “You got one?”
“Yes, drawer.”
I reach for the nightstand, grabbing one, then kick off my shorts and boxers. Her eyes drop, lips parting, and for a second she just stares.
“Leo,” she breathes, reaching for me. “I want you in my mouth?—”
“Yeah?” I groan as I slide on the condom, while she watches, biting her lip. “Next time, Flash.”
I’m aching, my body screaming at me to bury myself inside her and never come up for air. I lean over her and cup her chin, brushing my lips to hers.
“You want me?” I rasp, my tip playing at her entrance, teasing her. “Say it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, arching into me.
I guide myself into her, pushing forward in one slow, deep stroke. Her breath catches, body tensing, then softening, opening for me.
