Page 13 of Choosing Goddess

“Noted,” I breathed, closing my eyes to the pleasure he was giving me. And I wasn’t even naked.

Finally, I sat up to undo my bra, tossing it aside, and before I could think, his mouth was on me again, making my head spin. His teeth tugged on my nipple and I moaned, holding his head to me.

“Shit, you are responsive."

All I could do was nod.

My nipples were insanely sensitive and there were times I could come just from having them played with; though it was rare.

“Ajax,” I whined. I could feel the grin on his face as he moved to the other nipple and I cried out. “Damn it.”

“What is it?”

“Feel me,” I ordered, spreading my legs wider for him. He pulled back to strip me down and run his fingers over my pussy and his eyes widened from the wetness there.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sticking his fingers in his mouth. “Shit, you taste so good.”

“You have no idea what you did with my nipples and now I’m so close.”

I watched as he took his sweet time slipping out of his own clothes and I realized that he was giving me time to calm down. I narrowed my eyes, making him laugh before he climbed over me.

“Don’t worry, babe, I got you.”

“My pussy is tingling.”

“That’s a good sign.” His tongue snaked out and flicked against my bottom lip, leaving the taste of me on my mouth. “I’ll get you worked up all over again.”

His head descended to my breasts, tongue and teeth teasing one while his hand moved over fondling the other. He tugged on both of them just as he sipped into me and I went cross-eyed with the pleasure he was ringing from my body with that.

“Oh, shit,” I cried, digging my nails into his shoulders.

There weren't any words I could even use to describe the pleasure I was getting. Or the way he was working my body.

I just knew I didn’t want him to stop.

“You feel incredible,” he said, flattening his tongue to stroke my nipple.

“You’re going to kill me,” I finally got out, arching against his mouth and hand.

“What a way to go, huh? Never did a death scene by sex, but it sure sounds like fun.”

I opened my eyes to glare at him, his teasing killing me.

I wrapped my leg around his hip, shifted the weight, and put him on his back, sliding down ever so slowly on his hard dick again.

With a wicked grin, I rocked my hips against him, making his hands fly to my hips. He applied pressure, as if he thought he was going to control this.

“You won’t win,” I told him, enjoying the look of torture on his face.

“Want to bet? Don’t you know that you shouldn’t test me?”

I tossed a wink at him as I kept on with my slow and teasing pace. He groaned, his hands grabbing my hips again, but I held steady, enjoying the look on his face.

Was I being wicked?

Damn right.

Because sometimes you just need to be. And if he wanted to be that way with me, then I was going to do it right back and he wasn’t going to have a say.