“So soft,” he said against my skin. “Like velvet.”
They were hardly soft at the moment. I smiled, though. He was speaking of the texture of my skin, my flesh. All those years of moisturizing in the dry heat of Colorado summers had been well worth it.
He slid his tongue around my puckered areola, and without thinking, I grabbed his hand and led it to my other nipple.
He smiled against the swell of my breast and then clamped his lips around my nipple and sucked.
I drew in a harsh breath. The lightning bolt spread through me, recharging me, and soon I was geared up for another orgasm simply from him tugging on my flesh.
Amazing. I wanted more. Needed more.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he said again with a groan against my flesh. “Every. Single. Inch.”
I opened my mouth to respond that he’d better be ready for me to do the same, but his teeth gripped my nipple, and all that came out of me was a long moan.
He pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger, and I arched again, yearning, aching for more.
“I could spend all day on your breasts alone,” he said, his voice even lower than normal. “So beautiful and delicious.”
Then he dropped his hand from my breast, down to my vulva, and thumbed my clit.
I sucked in another breath.
“Mmm, you like that?” He thrust his finger back into my heat, still working my clit.
When he bit my nipple again, I lost it. The climax hit me with the force of a tidal wave. I’d never been multi-orgasmic. Usually one, and I was done. But with Bryce Simpson? This was number two, and he hadn’t even undressed yet.
“God, you’re killing me,” I panted, my eyes closed. Fragmented images swirled in my head as my whole body pulsed with the orgasm.
“Keep coming, honey,” he said against my breast. “We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Thirty
Bryce
Her flesh was so edible, and her pussy so tight and inviting. I forced another finger into her, expanding her, and she continued to clamp around me as her orgasm continued.
Fuck. She was so damned hot.
More than that, she was beautiful inside and out.
This was a woman I could fall for. Really fucking fall for.
Which meant this had to stop. Now.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
My cock ached. Seriously fucking ached, an ache so profound that I knew it would never end if I didn’t release inside her.
God, inside her. No condom. Just me and her, no barrier.
I clenched my teeth.
If I did this, if I let this happen…
Would once be enough? Could I get my fill and then leave, never to have her again?
I’d be living in this house, sleeping in this bedroom.