He raised his eyebrows at her. “Switching it up?”
“It’s my turn,” she informed him. “Any complaints?”
He grinned. “Not a one.”
Lynn couldn’t wait to take advantage of the chance to explore his body, as he’d already explored hers. Watching her look, Ken stretched his arms up over his head, giving her a view of the muscles shifting in his chest, letting her know it was up to her.
God. Where to even start?
She spread her hands over his pecs, luxuriating in the knowledge that all of this was hers. His chest hair was the same silvery-auburn as the hair on his head, and when she touched a nipple experimentally, he let out a breath. She tried it again, and he made a quiet noise. That was good to know.
Lynn explored further, moving off of his hips so that she could run her hands over his abs. After a second, she gave into the half-formed desire she’d had since the first time she’d seen him shirtless, and bent down and licked them.
His muscles shivered under her tongue as he laughed. “Like what you see, there?”
“You bet I do,” she said as she lifted her head.
Then she got more serious with her exploration. She came up and licked his collarbone, kissing up to his neck, while stroking her hands down his sides to grab his hips and hold on. She wondered if she could ever hold him down—he’d have to let her, she thought, but she bet he would let her if she asked him. The idea sent a rush of heat through her.
She bit the join between his neck and shoulder, listening to him groan, and then moved to kiss down his breastbone to his chest again, paying more attention to his nipples with her mouth. He shuddered when she bit one, very lightly. She’d never realized that men could have sensitive nipples just like women could.
When she reached his stomach again, she didn’t linger; she was on a mission this time. She kissed the soft, thin skin over his hipbone, and then couldn’t resist a little nip there, too—and had to pull back fast when his hips jerked up.
“Sorry,” he rasped. He sounded breathless. Lynn looked up at him, and was arrested at the sight—he was breathing hard, his eyes dark with desire, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
She’d done that. He looked like he was caught up, overwhelmed by lust, and it was because of her.
“Please feel free to keep going,” he said after she’d spent a long minute just looking at him. It sounded like putting the words together took a lot of effort.
Lynn grinned and looked down again, this time further south than she’d been yet.
He was hard as a rock, his cock flushed with blood and lying flat on his stomach. That was one part of him Lynn hadn’t tasted yet, and finally, she bent down and took him into her mouth.
The noise he made felt like it might shake the earth. Lynn’s stomach was liquid with desire, her clit pulsing with the knowledge of what she was doing to him. To her mate. His taste filled her mouth, salty-sharp. She sucked lightly, moving her tongue around the head. He groaned.
Lynn hadn’t done this much before. With other men, she’d found that she felt degraded, like they were looking down on her for doing it.
Not with Ken, though. She wanted to linger, to really taste him, hear all the sounds he made. To know that she had her mate in her mouth, and remember how he’d made her feel when he’d done the same to her. She reveled in his shallow, aborted thrusts, like he was trying to stay still for her, but the feel of her lips and tongue was too much and he had to move.
That idea made her clit pulse, her stomach liquid with desire. She sucked harder. Everything was wet, and hot, and smelled like sex, and she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d want to be than here.
She lost herself in it for a while, the taste and feel of him, until finally he rasped, “Lynn, you’ve gotta stop if you want me to be good for anything else. I can’t last much longer.”
Lynn had to make herself think about that for a moment. She wanted to bring him off with her mouth, she realized—she wanted to really feel him lose control like that. Already she was almost holding him down anyway, her hands on his hips, keeping him mostly flat on the bed.
But she wanted him inside her, too. Her core ached with the need to feel him sheathed in her. So reluctantly, she pulled away, catching her breath.
He shuddered. And then suddenly he was moving, catching her around the waist and switching their positions, kissing her hard. If she’d had a moment, Lynn might have wondered if he’d hesitate to taste himself on her, but he didn’t—he devoured her mouth, and she moaned underneath him.
“Now?” he asked, urgent.
“Now,” she said, and he thrust into her. She was so open and wet that he went straight to her core in one smooth glide, and Lynn shuddered, already starting to twitch and clench around him.
“God, your mouth,” he growled as he drove into her. “Never felt anything like it.”
“Back atcha,” she managed to gasp, and he laughed, and shuddered, and laughed.
“I love you.” He kissed her, then nosed his way down into her neck, scenting her as he moved inside her. Muffled, he repeated, “I love you.”