“I love that you’re so wet,” he murmured, then I squealed, gripping the headboard hard as his tongue began lapping against my skin.
His eyes were hazy, as if he really had been dreaming of this moment. “Delicious,” he groaned, his thumb dipping inside me just a little. “I’m not going to be able to talk, so I’m going to need you to do all of the work.”
“What do you mean?”
James grinned, his lips twisting up in the sexiest expression I?
?d ever seen. “You’re going to ride my tongue, sweet little baby. You’re going to use my mouth until I hear you scream. Ready?”
I gasped as his thumb pressed deeper, his hot tongue flattening against my clit as his other hand gripped my ass hard, rocking me against him. Then he released the pressure, allowing me to sway my hips at my own speed.
At first it felt strange, to be using him for my own pleasure. But after a moment, as the heavy waves of arousal began to take hold of me, I was helpless as my body took over completely.
His eyes were on fire as if his own satisfaction was rivaling mine.
My hips took over, my knees clenching against the bed as I rocked, pressing harder, moving faster as I chased my release. His thumb slipped deeper, filling me a bit more as the pressure built.
It was so wild and free and natural that my climax snuck up on me, striking me like a bolt of lightning. My scream echoed through the room as my fingernails dug into the wooden bed frame.
James looked up at me with an expression of absolute bliss. I moaned, rocking against him until the fit of pleasure finally released me.
“Wow,” I breathed, carefully untangling myself so that I could lie beside him.
“Thank you,” he said, as he pulled me so that I was lying partially on top of him. “That was the sexiest moment of my life, Molly.”
“Mine too,” I smiled up at him. “Have you really been fantasizing about that?”
“Yes, for years,” he chuckled. “I saw a photo of that ages ago, and just couldn’t get it out of my mind.”
Giggling, I had to pry. “Why that position in particular?”
“Because it forced you to take control,” he said seriously. “You were transformed into a goddess, reveling in her sexual energy. There’s something about a slightly shy girl letting her lusty side out. I can’t quite explain it. Just one of those things that rolls around in the back of a dirty man’s mind, I guess.”
He kissed my forehead, then got up just long enough to slip off his pants, tossing them on the dresser.
“I’m not making a move, I just want to be comfortable to sleep,” he said, leaving his shorts on.
I arranged the blankets so that he could slip in beside me, and we instantly melted against each other.
I had so many firsts tonight that my head was spinning. It was my first time having a date to a wedding who wasn’t simply a friend. My first dance that set my entire body on fire. My first deep, meaningful kiss, followed by so much more.
And now falling asleep in a man’s arms for the first time. It was a lot to take in, but absolutely everything was wonderful.
For the very first time, it felt like I could reach out and touch someone as much as I wanted. I could snuggle in his arms any time I needed warmth or comfort. If I wanted a hug, all I had to do was open my arms.
It was a strangely satisfying feeling, spreading across my body like some sort of magical blanket.
James had seemed so gruff in the beginning, but maybe he just needed a woman’s touch to sand the edges off. Maybe he needed to know that he wasn’t being judged on a slight limp, or his inability to run fast. There was so much more to this gorgeous, sexy man, and I couldn’t wait to know him from the inside out .
He’d mentioned that he was falling for me. Although I couldn’t quite put my feelings into words yet, I hoped that he could sense the message as my fingertips trailed over his heart before my hand became still against his chest.
He was definitely going to be my first, as soon as we’d spent just a little more time together. I could feel it. Knowing that the experience I’d been dreaming of was going to become a reality soon was like having the sweetest little secret in the back of my mind, but it wasn’t the only one.
I was already in love with this big, tough, stubborn man. And I could tell from the way he held me, his lips brushing the top of my hair, that he loved me too.
CHAPTER NINE
* James *