Page 32 of Don't Burn Bridges
His grin widened. They broke apart just long enough to toe off their boots. He pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down together before kicking them aside. His erection stood proudly, a nest of trim brown curls at its base. Pre-cum pearled at its slit.
Without taking her eyes off him, she reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra. The straps slipped down her arms before she tossed the white lace aside. Cool air from the vent swept across her bare skin, tightening her nipples, while the ache between her legs reminded her just how badly she wanted him. She made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans, sliding them and her panties down her legs before nudging the pile aside with her foot.
For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
His gaze swept over her, open admiration giving way to unmistakable awe.
“God, Shy,” he whispered. “You're incredible.”
Warmth crept into her cheeks. “You're not so bad yourself.”
Chuckling, he closed the distance between them again. Without taking his eyes from hers, he lowered her onto the bed and followed, supporting his weight above her as his mouth found hers once more.
The kiss slowed, no less passionate but far more deliberate. His lips brushed hers one last time before drifting to the corner of her mouth, then along the curve of her jaw. Each unhurried kiss left her wanting the next one.
A shiver raced through her as he traced a path down the side of her neck, pausing just long enough to draw a soft moan from her before continuing lower. His hands wandered with the same patient reverence, exploring her as though committing every inch of her to memory.
Every nerve in Shylo's body seemed to come alive as he continued exploring her, leaving her breathless with anticipation.
Her fingers threaded through his short hair, nails grazing his scalp, as he turned his attention to her breasts, sucking and licking at the sensitive peaks. The pleasure stole every coherent thought until all she could do was arch into him, wanting more of whatever he was willing to give.
One hand slid down between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. When he shifted lower on the bed, his lips brushing her torso along the way, a whimper of need erupted from her throat and her pulse quickened.
As he positioned himself between her knees and spread her legs, his gaze met hers and held it. “Look at me, Shy.”
She did.
The way he looked at her unraveled something deep inside her. Men had desired her before. She'd never felt cherished at the same time.
The first sweep of his tongue across her clit stole her breath.
A startled gasp escaped before she could stop it as pleasure she'd almost forgotten how to feel coursed through her body in relentless waves. Her fingers clutched the comforter beneath her.
She'd expected it to feel good.
She hadn't expected him to undo her.
He lapped at the bundle of nerves as he eased one finger, then two, into her core. He didn’t rush, giving her time to feel every new sensation before another followed. Her breathing turned ragged, her hips lifting on instinct until his hand anchored her, silently encouraging her to let go instead of pulling away.
“Seth...” His name broke from her in little more than a whisper.
Without letting up on his sensual assault, he glanced up, their eyes meeting again, and the raw emotion she found there made her heart stumble. Nothing else seemed to exist for him in that moment except the two of them.
He seemed to know exactly how close he was bringing her to the edge, drawing it out with exquisite patience until she was trembling for release. The tension continued to build, each passing moment winding her tighter until she wasn't sure how much more she could bear.
“Please,” she said breathlessly, her fingers twisting into the comforter. “Don't stop.”
He answered with a faint smile that reached his eyes before lowering his mouth to her again, and she surrendered to the rising tide, trusting him completely.
The orgasm shattered her when it finally broke free. She cried out his name, unable to hold it back. Her body bowed from the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut as bursts of color flashed behind her eyelids. Tremors swept through her, one after another, until she could do nothing but ride them to their end.
Gradually, the waves ebbed, leaving every muscle pleasantly limp. Her breathing came in uneven pulls as she opened her eyes.
Seth was watching her.
His expression made her heart flutter. Satisfaction gave way to something far more intimate, as though bringing her pleasure had been just as important to him as his own.
He brushed a gentle kiss against her inner thigh before lifting his gaze to hers again. “Still with me?”
