Except that all he was doing was driving her insane. Her blood was so hot she felt like it was boiling. Her internal temperature had spiked a thousand degrees and she was sweating, sweltering and chaffing in her own skin.
“Please,” she begged as Trace’s tongue circled over her one more time. His mouth was so warm, his breath deliciously hot as he teased his way from her entrance to her clit.
“Not yet,” he had the nerve to say, as if he was the one in control. He might be more experienced, no, he was more experienced, but she’d had it with the slow dance bullshit. She wanted him. All of him.
Her core clenched harder, liquid heat spooling in her core. “Then when,” she ground out. Her hips bucked up as he again circled her with his tongue.
“God, you’re delicious.” Trace looked up and ran his tongue along his lips, which were smeared with her arousal. Her stomach bottomed out.
Ash threw her head back. “Please, keep doing that. Only… take off my panties… please!”
Trace chuckled, his breath warm on her skin, tickling her clit, and god, even that felt good. “I’ll take your panties off if you touch your nipples for me.”
She didn’t have to think twice or be asked twice. She brought her fingers to her breasts and pulled at her nipples, hard. It hurt, but it felt like heaven. She felt heavy and thick and so filled with need she might actually burst.
Trace did as he promised. He tore her panties away and then his mouth was on her, hard, hot, teasing and tasting. “Delicious,” he rasped. “You’re so fucking sweet.”
The hairs on the backs of her arms stood on end. Her entire body broke out in goosebumps. She took her hands away from her breasts and threaded them through Trace’s hair. The strands were soft, so much softer than they looked. Probably softer than her own hair. She needed to hold onto him, to ride out the storm that he was creating deep inside of her.
All her muscles clenched and bunched. She was so ready to shatter, to come apart.
And all that was before Trace licked her in a scorching pattern all the way to her clit as he stuck a finger inside. She wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted him to fill her up, but the feel of his finger was wicked and delicious. He sucked her clit as he stroked her, and jagged lights lit up her head. Her legs began to shake, and her stomach clenched hard. She felt like she was burning up and then the next second, she was ice cold.
“That’s it, baby,” Trace encouraged. “Come for me. Come on my tongue.” He pulled his finger out and then his tongue was there, at her entrance. He pushed inside, while he traded place with his finger. She was at the edge, teetering, waiting for that push. He gave her a definite push when he pinched her clit while his tongue was inside.
She exploded. Her entire world imploded. The spasms that shook her from the inside out were insane, harder and deadlier than anything she’d ever felt. The waves took her and tumbled her. The only sound in the room was her own raspy breath, what breath she could even squeeze out. Trace kept licking her, plunging his tongue inside and applying that ridiculously amazing pressure to her clit until she was writhing and begging him to stop.
She had to reach down and cover his hand with hers. “Stop,” she begged. “I- I need a second to recover.”
Trace looked up at her. His eyes shone and he sinfully licked his lips then sucked his finger into his mouth. “Damn, baby. I’ve never tasted anything as good as you.”
She made a sound in her throat that was a strangled whimper. She felt like she’d just melted into the mattress after that earth-shattering climax. Trace peppered her thighs with hot kisses. He worked his way up over her belly, to her breasts. She jerked and moaned and writhed when he suckled first one nipple into his mouth then the other.
He released her only to trail hot kisses up her neck, to her jaw, then over to her mouth. His lips claimed hers in a sensual, heated kiss and when she tasted herself on him, she nearly came again. Something tugged at her chest, but she wasn’t sure what it was. It just felt like it was going to collapse. The need built inside of her again, but it was more than just physical. She’d never, ever in her life been able to give herself to another person.
Give all of herself.
She’d always been reserved. Embarrassed. Shy. Not really that into it. Sex was mostly just fumbling around. Sometimes it felt good. Sometimes it didn’t. Ash always thought she was okay without it.