His mouth lifts on one side. “You think I’m hot? Thought I wasn’t your type.”
“You’re not. But it doesn’t mean I can’t be attracted to you.”
His hands slide to my waist. “So you’re attracted to me.”
“Pretty sure the entire Meredith Hills female population is attracted to you …”
He traces the side of my jaw before trailing down my neck, and without warning he leans in to press a kiss against my pulse point. He sucks the flesh, softly, and grazes his teeth against it. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I lose my fingers in his hair as he moves to the spot beneath my ear.
He moans as he tastes my skin, his tongue dragging small circles against tender spots.
I’m going to be covered in marks tomorrow …
“Your heart’s beating a hundred miles an hour,” he says. “Are you scared?”
“No.” I breathe him in, his spice and leather scent intoxicating my senses. “I’m excited.”
Bringing his mouth to mine, he crushes my lips with a kiss. “Good.”
His fingers trail along the hem of my t-shirt, and he grazes them against my caved stomach, teasing before pulling it over my head. He moves for the satin straps of my lace bra next, sliding them down my shoulders before leaving a trail of kisses in their place.
Unfastening my bra with a single flick, he tosses it into the dark void behind him. A light chill blankets my bare flesh, along with a spray of goose bumps.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His words are hot against my flesh as he slides his palms down my sides and grasps my hips.
With one fluid move, he rolls me to my back and hovers above me. Slipping his palms over my breasts, he tongues my nipples, sucking until they’re painfully pert, before trailing down my stomach and stopping at the top of my jean shorts. One yank and the button gives. A single tug and the zipper is next. He slides them down my hips leaving my panties in place.
Separating my thighs, he lowers himself between them, sucking on my mound through my panties. My sex pulses, throbs. Aches for him. After a minute of teasing torture, he slides the gusset aside and runs the tip of his tongue down my seam before returning to circle my clit.
Everything tingles.
I don’t want to come yet.
I clench my middle, fighting the wave my body so badly wants to surf.
He slips a finger inside me, and another, curling them just enough that I lose it. I freaking lose it. I can’t fight this any longer. I grind against him as he sucks and thrusts his fingers in perfect rhythm, and within seconds my pussy spasms from the inside, like a deep kind of orgasm I never knew was possible.
Holy shit.
“And that, Rose girl, was your G-spot …” A proud smirk shades his full wet mouth. But to be fair, he earned it.
He rises, leaving me to catch my breath. The clink of his belt buckle fills the dark room. That was an appetizer. A preview of what’s to come. We’re only getting started.
My clit aches, still longing for a piece of the action.
Gathering myself, I sit up as he approaches the bed in nothing but boxers, and I run my fingers down his chiseled abs, stopping to admire the V that points to his rising bulge. Tugging the fabric down, I free his cock and take it in my hand. His girth overflows in my palm, and I stroke his length with slow, gentle movements until bringing my mouth to the tip. Tasting the salty bead of pre-cum, I circle my tongue against his head. August moans, gripping a fistful of my hair in his hand as I swallow him inch by inch.
The harder he gets, the more my sex throbs in response.
Sliding from my mouth, he makes his way to his nightstand, returning with a shiny gold packet, which he tosses on the mattress beside me. Kneeling, he spreads my thighs before ripping my panties off.
I gasp.
“Sorry, Rose girl,” he says with a smirk as he slips his tongue into my wet folds again. My clit swells, tingling back to life, and I hook my thighs over his shoulders until his face is buried.
August devours me, unrelenting, not so much as coming up for a breath. With fierce and deliberate possession, he drinks my arousal until my body quivers with the threat of euphoria all over again.
“Don’t fight it, Rose girl,” he whispers against my sex. “Let go …”
Sinking into the mattress, I take a deep breath and release the tension in my body until I’m warm and pliable, dissolving into a sweet surrender.
Licking, sucking, and lapping, he coaxes me to another climax so powerful it should be labeled a narcotic. Molten waves of pleasure undulate through my body as it writhes and rocks. August doesn’t stop. He continues until he’s pulled every last ounce of pent-up orgasm from me.